120km/j

"80.. 90.. 100!" Hakim bersorak membaca meter kereta. "Nak dekat 120!"

"Wah! Best gile bawak laju~" Yang memandunya sengih gile lambang puas hati. Masa tu tengah lalu depan Kota Bharu Medical Center (KBMC), haha sewel gile bawak lebih 100 km/j dalam bandar. Depan hospital lak tu.

"Bahaya la, nanti langgar orang," Yaya di sebelah persoalkan dengan muka berkerut serta kelihatan sedikit kecut. Budak baik, dia memakai tali pinggang keselamatan tanpa disuruh. Sangat matang budak yang baru lepas berlatih taekwan do.

"Ika reti la control laju, relaks la." Sengih angkuh, seraya memperlahankan kereta sebab masuk balik laluan kiri dan sedang membontoti sebuah Kancil.

"Tapi jangan bagitau mama tau."

"Jangan bagitau ape?" Hakim tanya. Saya senyap je, terpaksa lebih fokus sebab jalan baru diturap dan semalam ke bilentah nyaris terlepas lorong nak masuk kejiranan Taman Muttaqin.

Ada kaitan ke, haha.

"Oh! Jangan bagitau mama Kak Ngah bawak laju!" Dan kami semua ketawa, saya sebab situasi ini sangat ironik.

Updated:

The next day I gave Hakim a ten-minute silent treatment because he spilled to Mom. You know what happened next. LOL.

Doctors Uncovered

JPA program today saw us walking to Panglima Ward a.k.a male medical ward and was greeted with a trail of fresh blood along the hallway.

Now we're talking.

Patients were as critical as airway dysfunctional and corrected with tracheostomy to TB. There were also patients with excessive fluid in their stomach [I'm not sure the term, but it sure is not oedema.] and patients with lung probs.

Kind of like the time Hakim had bronchitis and had to underwent that tedious ventilator thingy.

A skill I fully perfected today [ceh] is the art of recognizing levels of doctor.

• A doctor who listens a lot, writes on a lot of PTH and speaks little is a sure sign of a houseman officer a.k.a newly grads.
• A doctor who talks a lot is sure is a medical officer a.k.a at least a year more experienced than a HO.
• A doctor who, when approaching a HO and a MO on a round, automatically silence the MO with his mere presence; now we're talking about a specialist.

I told dad of this. He pondered and laughed. "I suppose you're correct."
Next we were off to the O&G clinic and Orthopedic clinic. More blood-taking, simple urine pregnancy test and more dressing. Not much event.
I met Dr. Rosdi after lunch and he recognized me though the name slipped his mind. He congratulated me on the SPM result, expressed his sincere pride, tips for the upcoming JPA interview and sent his regards to mom and dad.
A nice doctor. He told me to go for it!
We under the JPA program were not enlisted to observe any paediatric clinic nor wards, a fact dad pointed out rather profusely. Despite it all, dad brought me along to his wards; NICU and another one with cute babies in their cots under the shade of ultraviolet light.
Sweet.
NICU was a sad view. Babies hardly the length of my humerus linked to machines and wires and more wires. Babies in ventilators.
I'll be a paediatrician one day and help those kiddies to achieve a fulfilling life as mine.
A surgeon or a paed? I'm not sure of what field I'll be in, but an M.D. nevertheless.
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Remember I mentioned about my JPJ retest on last Sunday? I passed, sure I did, but my P licence is still with Yakin Pandu. Mom's going to pick it up tomorrow.
I'll be reigning the roads! Police, beware!
And the OLC final debate? Well, do not underestimate Ninjas. Even with intentions of helming third place, we beaten the easy path to number one!
You're reading the drabbles of the team captain for Ninja Turtles.

Never the One to Say Goodbye

I went to 3 Sabar earlier this morning and was greeted with sunshine smiles. The boys kept asking, "Teacher, teacher. You'll go home by 9, right?"

"It's 11, Hazim."

"Oh." And they laughed.

"Teacher, teacher. What are you doing at a hospital for so long?"

"Big secret, kid."

"She'll be studying there, right, teacher?"

"Brilliant, Majdi."

Majdi laughed.

"Teacher, teacher. You'll be back after a week, right?"

"I will, Iqbal."

"Okay." The squeaky boy laughed.

I gave them a brief tazkirah [assembly was cancelled due to light rain.]. Halfway through...

"Teacher, you're wearing slippers."

"What?" I blinked at smirking Raimi and stared at my feet. "Raimi, it's sandals!"

"Slippers."

"They're beautiful sandals!"

"Slippers are slippers."

"Shoes hurt my toes."

"Slippers."

I pouted in defeat. He smirked in vain. A law should definitely be passed prohibiting kiddies from smirking at adults.

The quickest way to wipe a smug grin is by catching the person off guard. So I did. A swift jab to the belly always works.

Raimi chuckled his way to his seat, clutching his belly.

I soon walked out of the lively class at 8.15, passing Raimi on my way out.

"Teacher, send my regards to your boyfriend."

I feigned surprised. "You are my boyfriend."

He turned himself slightly away, shielding his face with his palm. But not before I caught that wicked smirk of his.

I seriously laughed at him.

As I arrived at the teacher's lounge, I was called by Muallimah Rahmah and I filled her my confirmation that I shall leave early today and will be absent for the rest of the week.

She smiled in affirmation, signaling her consent. "We'll have you covered for the rest of the week."

"Thanks, muallimah."

"You did, by the way, left assignments for today?"

"Well actually, I left assignments for the rest of the week."

She grinned. "We'll try and find a new teacher by next week."

I partially dropped my smile. "Oh. Okay."

And that remarked left my in a turmoil for the rest of the day.

I never plan on enjoying teaching, but Allah had let me. It's quite hard to let go after only 5 days of getting to know them.

At 10.45, I stopped by 3 Sabar to pass them their marked exercise book. The class was silent when I approached and Muallimah Rohaiza Hanim was in, teaching Jawi.

As soon as I knocked, smiled and salam-ed, Iqbal shot off his seat. "Teacher, you're going home now?"

"Oh, it's nearing 11 now." Hazim remarked.

"Yeah." I diverted my attention towards muallimah. "Sorry for the disturbance; I'll just leave these on the table."

"Sure." Muallimah smiled.

I passed by Raimi's seat, caught the other kids smiles and passed him a note.

"Teacher, you'll be back next week, right?" Iqbal asked for reassurance.

I gave him a partial smile. "Perhaps."

"Teacher, what about the-"

"Almost forgot." I smiled at Hazim and gave him the rest of the lyric of PSFM unofficial song. "Nice day, everyone."

"We can share, right?"

"Of course, Iqbal."

I nodded to muallimah and, "See you guys.". Left the class before any innocent questions were asked.

Frankly, I hope they'll never find another teacher, but I am in no position to be selfish.

Selfish, indeed.

Have a pleasant day, everyone.

p/s: Note to Raimi?

Please ensure anyone who hadn't passed up

their English exam paper to do so by tomorrow,

especially to Wahida, Hilman, Hazim and Raja.

Thanks!

Teacher

Mischief Managed?

I closed my eyes. "Class, silent please. I've an announcement to make."

Raimi seated himself in Solihin's place, next to Iqbal. The girls sat comfortably, staring me. Chatterboxes remained on high volume.

Opened a bit and glare. "I won't bother with whoever making noises."

Shuffles. Raja seated himself like a good kid. Hazim and Iqbal scrambled to their seat. Haikal remained monkeying around.

"Today would probably be my last day here."

Silence.

Raimi's smile dropped.

"What?!" Iqbal scrunched up in complaint. "It's only been four days!"

"The teachers always come and go!" Raja piped.

"Andai ku tahu... terlebih dahulu..." Hazim sang melodramatically.

"I'll probably come on Sunday, but I'll leave around 11. I can't make it to school from Monday to Thursday."

"Where are you going, teacher?" Fatimah asked from the back of the class.

"Hospital."

"What? Why?" Came the scruffy voice of Iqbal's.

"Something." I shrugged. "Now let us learn something new today-"

"When will you come back?" Raja looked up towards my looming height.

"Andai ku tahu..."

"I'm not sure." I glance at him. Smiled. "If Muallimah Rahmah found another teacher, I probably won't be back here as a teacher.

Iqbal whined.

"Okay, class. Enough announcement. I really want you guys to learn something today. Everyone take out your Grammar notebook now and write these down."

Volume went back up.

"I mean it."

I turned around and frowned at each and everyone of them. Raimi sheepishly smiled and took out his. So did Iqbal and the rest of the gang.

Amni came up front and started asking, "Which book, teacher?"

"Grammar. Now go back to your place." I turned towards the whiteboard when I saw a flash of blue and Raimi running back to his seat.

"Raimi!" I sighed exasperatedly at him. Someone is being mischievous. "What did you do?"

A grin came as a reply and I saw that he had sweeped out the 'f' and 'L' from Preposition of Location, our topic today.

"Everyone, start writing now." I actually glared him. "And that means you, too, young man."

He laughed.

"... terlebih dahulu..." Hazim sang while writing. I just had to kneel in front of his table and proposed, "Hazim, I know a song. Wanna learn?"

"Which song, teacher?"

"PSFM unofficial song. Kami lah barisan perwira-"

Volume went down a little. Raimi looked up from his writing and glanced at me.

"Putra putri SMI tercinta-"

Iqbal scrambled of his seat and stood beside Hazim.

"Anggun segak tampan, sungguh bergaya-"

For real, I can sing!

"Semangat sekeras waja." I stood and smiled. "Ever heard?"

"My sister has one of those." Raja grinned. "Got loads in the computer."

"I see." I swept my glance across the class. "Okay, back to business."

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Between teaching and securing a scholarship, I'll choose the latter since it's quite important. Judging by the level of fun though, teaching way passed that of scholarship.

These JPA, UPU, BNM, Khazanah, UEM, Sime Darby and others scholarship are boring. I never did fancy filling in forms.

On Sunday I'll have my JPJ retest and I need to be there by 12.30. Sure I wouldn't want to be distracted this time.

Monday till Friday, I've a Program Pendedahan Kerjaya Seorang Doktor at HRPZ2, compulsory for every JPA overseas medic scholarship applicants. Dude, that's my hang-out place.

I really hope these tedious two will be settled quick. Then I can focus on teaching.

Bending the young minds of students. Ah.

Oh, I forgot. The OLC debate is still ongoing, but the so-called Debate Council had dragged the competition for quite a period of time. I've been bored to sleep.

Besides, I've other fish to fry.

I miss the mayhem of 3 Sabar already.

Walk the Talk

Previously, on Baka no Tensai...

I need to take another two-hour class.

And I did. I went down to Yakin Pandu and paid RM20 for a repeat form. And I had my repeat two-hour class at 11 a.m.

Which ended at 11.30. I had to laugh. [I think they know we'll get bored doing the same routine two hours straight. Besides, all repeaters merely made silly mistake, it's not like they didn't really know the drill.]

The instructor showed me the car and let me practice freely up the hill, into the side parking lot and into the three-point of carnage.

It was simple actually. I didn't know how I flunked on the three-point yesterday, but if anyone ask, I'll say, "There was a hottie there. I got distracted."

Wanna bet how many will fall for that?

And hopefully, my next JPJ test will be before the end of next week.

I paid RM10 shortly afterwards to book my JPJ retest, which will be held on 13th March around 2 p.m. Please wish me luck!

Oh, and yesterday was the first time I skipped OLC class. Not impressive.

I may be unlikely to make it to usrah.

Contrary to popular view often expressed freely in press, I did went to usrah. Quite the diligent person I am, right?

I arrived SMI just in time for the closing of the daurah jamai'e. Dayang-sensei saw me and said, "Atiqah, didn't you get my message? We're having a daurah jamai'e today and your present is optional."

Obviously I didn't. Dude.

I need ice-cream.

I didn't have any.

I'd rather lick my way through an ice lolly rather than have creamy ice-cream, like Cornetto, thanks to their raunchy advertisement they have nowadays.

What's the big deal about Cornetto and romance, anyway? I see no connection. Or am I naturally dim-witted in certain frontier? It's plausible.

Bunny Talk

Mom called me just now and I told her of my test. Hahaha, now I feel better.

Despite the lack of ice-cream, the talk and these cuties made up for me.

Now I have the sudden urge to hit the pet store to pick up my own bunny. I'll name him Mee.

Baka no Tensai

Let me kindly highlight to you the driving test JPJ impose on you in order to get your P license.

1. On-road test
2. On-circuit test

• Side parking
• Hill climbing
• Tiga penjuru

I passed all, but I failed the tiga penjuru during the on-circuit. In short, Atiqah flunked her first JPJ test.

This is the stupidest thing I've ever done in my short nearly 18 years of living. Even smacking Aiman's head with the pencil case wasn't even close to match my current stupidity.

Okay, say it. I'm stupid. Yeah, I know. I would be contented if I failed during the on-road test, but no, I passed that one. I would also be contented if I failed during climbing the hill during the on-circuit test, but no, I passed that one.

Why, of all thing, I failed the eeeeaaaasiest one? Man, I can't believe I could have flunked the eeeeaaaasiest!

Huh, so the heartbroken lady needed something cold and sweet to replenish the fractured heart. Off I went to treat myself with a can of coke. Which only added to the misery with its immense sweetness yet barely there coldness. ARGH! For a bright person, I sure am dim-witted!

Okay, enough self-damnation.

Since I gracefully failed, I need to take another two-hour class. I hope I'll get it finished tomorrow. And hopefully, my next JPJ test will be before the end of next week.

My L license will die on the 16th March. I need a P by then.

This time, I really need all the prayers I could get.

And with my silly red heart and short-circuited big brain laying in the recovery room, I may be unlikely to make it to usrah.

I need ice-cream.

Back with a Bang

I'm alive, yeah, and still kicking like always. My SPM ended on 4th December ago, but I was caught with another affair with another blog and you know, it is pretty hard to commit to two blogs at the same time.

Ah, yes, I'm obliged to tell you what I have been up to after the end of the terrific battle with SPM.

Taking driving license.

Legally in Malaysia, you have to be 17 and above to qualify for one. I've currently obtained my learner's license and in a couple of days I'll be assessed by my teacher before being assessed by the JPJ guys to finally obtain my PDL!

Then I can drive down to town, buy a new book and head to the nearest beach to read! I am such a meticulous planner.

Studying English at Oxford Language Center.

There's one in Kota Bharu and the place is quite okay. I mean, I get to talk in class. Talk as in, non-stop? At school, they forbade me.

Maybe due to my velocity of speech is directly proportional to the amplitude of my voice. So, yeah. I tend to speak ten miles per hour when I have something to say. I'm talking Physics. That's creepy.

Whether my English has improved or not, we'll see in a couple of months. I've just enrolled in January, give me more time.

Booking our class and batch souvenir shirt.

Yeah, I'm onto it. I've designed the shirts and had it sent to the printing shop. And that was a month ago.

And the next week after that, I went back to the shop to alter the design. I've just called the shop just know to further discuss on the progression. The printing guy, Abang Cik, said they were okay, and I have to pay a 30% deposit before they can start printing.

I know there should have been a down-payment, but the last time I went down the shop, they said nothing about it. It's been delayed, partly my fault.

Either way, I plan on going down the shop on Wednesday. The shirt's price should have jacked up since I altered the design, but I'm okay as long as it's below RM30. If it's above that price, I'm in scorching hot soup.

Catching up on animes and movies.

There's this awesome website, CrunchyRoll, and there's maximega load of animes to be watched! I'm currently onto Clannad and I've just watched 14 episodes out of 24.

It's a very hilarious story with engaging plot laced with sorrow now and then. A great watch and I highly recommend it to you.

And I've grown fond of this guy, Bruce Willis. You know him? Who am I kidding; everyone does! He's a brilliant actor and a great comedian. I'm trying to catch up with most of his movies and I've watched his appearance in the Late Show with David Letterman, which is entirely brain-draining due to the laughter I had fit.

He's a very hilarious guy. Sadly, the telly isn't showing any back-to-back Die Hard which I am dying for. I'll buy the whole set once I've enough money.

I mean, once I've settled in my own place, that is. Quite a long way to go, Atiqah.

Reading.

Yes, I did it all the time. I'm the read freak, remember? I've finished Peter James's Dead Simple, James Twinning's The Double Eagle, Nicola Lindsay's Diving Through Clouds and Michael Connelly's The Closers.

I'm out of books now. So I'm rereading Reader's Digest while waiting for Fanfiction to update.

Somehow, I've quite forgotten about my Physics, Chemistry and Biology reference books. I miss them.

Writing.

Apart from blog-crapping, I mean. I owe A'isyah-nee a story actually and worst of all, I had given her my words that I'll have it finished a week after SPM. And now? It's already 48 days.

I am so not giving my words to anyone. Ever.

Handling usrah.

Even though I'm a school-leaver now, I still enjoy hanging out at the school. Who doesn't, now that I'm free of lectures and homework. I come and go, like the wind.

Dayang-sensei asked me to handle usrah this year, which I had no problem. But I kept getting it clashed with my driving classes and the turn of event see me rescheduling and rescheduling.

Very tiring. I need to get myself a better organizer. Sony Ericsson K300i doesn't do much tricks.

I've requested for my former group. At least, I can get to start back from where I've left off. I need luck with this one, oh yeah.