Reflection

It's been three days since I came back to Sydney... and I'm in the process of looking for work. It has not been as good as I would have liked. On top of which, we've been notified by strata that the rent would be increased, and I received bad news from one of my workplaces.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not I'm good at what I do. I hate making mistakes, that's why I try to be careful with what I do, checking a few times before I give out medicines. After nearly three years out, I would say that I'm nearly as paranoid as I was when I was fresh in the market. Yet, sometimes, shit happens. There's only so much I can do to reduce it from happening.

Sigh, I'm no Superman...

Reflection

Early Morning Awakening

I woke up at 3:47 in the morning. I fell asleep on the sofa. I was that tired.

I have been tired for a while now.

Sometimes I think too much or try to do too much at the same time.

I know I'm human. No matter how quickly I'm able to get things done, I can only truly take care of some things and neglect others.

I don't mean to.

I was browsing a primary schoolmate's Facebook account and found out that she is going through a rough patch in her life. Even though we have never been close, but I feel for her.

And I realised.

Life is made up of fleeting moments, not one moment is identical to the next. I have to live in the moment, because once it's gone, I can't relive it again.

And so I would live each moment, as best as I can.

Savour each moment, as best as I can.

And remember each moment, as best as I can.

Early Morning Awakening

Dessert and Nightcap at Una's

I love dining at Una's, a restaurant with a European pub ambience located at the sleepy stretch of Broadway. There is never a want of ambience when I step into Una's; there's usually a crowd, and the music's so European that I can't help feeling as if I'm in a tavern somewhere in charming Europe rather than Sydney.

I went to Una's after choir practice, craving for something sweet, and mildly alcoholic, something to chase away the cold and windy night before I brave the walk back to college.

I've always thought that Irish coffee was Bailey's, and that Irish coffee would be sweet to drink. So when I ordered Irish coffee, I was surprised when the waitress asked me if I wanted sugar in it - I said no.

Oh, bless me for my ignorance in all things alcoholic. The moment I took a sip of the drink, I knew that I have made a grave mistake. It tasted bitter, because of the black coffee, and the whisky burnt my throat. The irony is that I can't drink coffee; it gives me a headache.

Thank goodness for the cream on top, and for the rich caramel choc cake that I ordered. For each sip of Irish coffee, I took a generous bite of caramel choc cake. Even the richness of the cake couldn't quite cover the bitterness of the Irish coffee.

I felt quite stimulated after the drink; I'm not quite sure if it was the coffee or the alcohol. I had a headache - so I knew it had to be the coffee that I responded to, and I expected that I'd have trouble falling asleep.

Well, I found out that Irish coffee is a paradox in itself - a drink with both sedative (whisky) and stimulant (coffee) ingredients, so which of the sensations would a person feel after drinking it? Drowsy, or hyper-active? As for me, I found myself yawning not long after reaching college.

No, I don't think I would be having another Irish coffee for a long while. Unless, of course, if it's Bailey's. ;)

Dessert and Nightcap at Una's

You've Got Chatterbox

I joined a Chatterbox conversation at Kenny Sia's blog this morning...

I think I'm too old to chat... I realise half of the things that most people were chatting about didn't make much sense to me...

Revelation: Blogging is as much an industry as pharmacy is!!!

Perhaps it's because I've been too closeted in my pharmacy world... medications day in and day out...

Is there a Chatterbox specially designed for pharmacists??? Do let me know!!!

You've Got Chatterbox