This is my..DeAth Note

●Dear● -Dead- ●Diary● ♥♥♥

This is a story of me, my life and my experience.
I'm MIcheLlE.
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~P.E.r.I.o.d~

(Friday, January 10, 2014-)
+10:20 PM]*

# new year but not new me-

Yeah, new year of 2014. Things changed? no. Not really.

Life is still the same, still a pharmacist. LOL. Still risking my life/job/people's life by giving out drugs to people. What more could it be worse than giving out the wrong drug eh? Well, my job is quite risky. Was so emotional about getting posted to that department but oh well, I guess things happen for a reason.

Let's break it down to subtitles.

JOB

Now, job. Job still pharmacist. Still feeling a little weird as I feel I am not really capable of being called as pharmacist as there are soooo many different kinds of drug that I never heard of or know about their indication and such. Now being a registered pharmacist (means more senior than those who just graduated) I felt like there's more burden to myself. More responsibilities, more work to do, more stress if something goes wrong. AT least when we are still a learner, we made mistakes, and we vow never to make it again. But when you're a senior, people expect you'll know the answer, and guide them, teach them regardless of how many freaking times you have to talk the same thing over and over again AND, if you made a mistake - you'll have to face the boss. mehz,

My department is filled with malays. I'm not racist but I somehow felt the gap between. I felt so, like.. they have their own gang and I have like almost none. Somehow or rather I guess I just can't really clique with them and all.

Then, talking about teaching the juniors how the system works... I am trying my best not to be so judgmental or scold them or even made them feel stupid or something.. well 'cause I know how it feels like to be a junior before and how I want people to treat me and such..

Anyway, overall... still getting used to the job.

LOVE

Love. 7 months and counting. Almost 8. I must say, my relationship is not all sweet and dandy. Not the perfect match. Not the kind of relationship where all things goes right and no things goes wrong.

Exactly the opposite, we shout, we scream, we hit, we are indeed one hell of a violent team. Not that we wanted to but things just got out of hand at times.

We always try hard to solve the problem, he had his own small minded-negative thinking-pessimist kinda thinking. Narrow minded. Some how or rather I just tolerated and hope things will work out between us.

Other than those scene mentioned above, we are actually mushy towards each other. We kissed in public, we held hands, he hold my waist, he kisses my cheek, we hug on the escalator, and so on. I must say, if we didn't argue n such, things are so meant to be.

LIFE

This year, I'm 25. Do I accomplished something that I wanted? Not really. 5 years to 30 and I still felt so kiddish inside. I felt so... un-25. It's like 25 is the new 20 - I felt I'm still learning and still felt so teenager-ish. If you ask me what I'll do when I'm 20 and now, I must say I felt no difference in me. Looks wise, I may look slightly older due to my dyed hair? I don't know. But I sure hope I looked young?! HAHA

Then, fitness - Kinda rot. Only goes to gym 1-2 times a week. Getting lazier but I shall not!

I wanna go dancing class- but see how.

And locum- to earn more money

And study, after a year of gov service.

That's my plan and see how it goes.

0 .deaths.
And the story ends like this...period.
By: M i c [ H e L L ] e .
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