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apa penedapat korang pasal memandu?suka?thrilling?tak ada perasaan?atau benci mcm aku?

tiap2 hari berlumba2 untuk sampai tempat kerja.yang lambat sibuk mencelah2.bahaya!yg kepala angin sibuk menghimpit2.gila!

sekarang musim sukma di terengganu.macam yg diduga,jalan memanjang sesak.maklum sekarang cuti sekolah.majoriti keluar makan angin.tapi tolong lah…bukan di jln raya!

jln alternatif ke kampungku adalah jln rahsia.terkenal di kalangan masyarakat setempat sahaja.org ‘luar’ tak ramai yg tau.bagiku mujur sekali.walaupun pada pandangan umum,tidak terkenal sama ertinya dengan mundur,namun aku lebih suka begitu.maju tak bererti hutan2 harus togel,jalan harus berlapik tar.itu fikiran lapuk.

namun kebelakangan ni ketenangan jiwaku di saat membelok ke laluan rahsia itu begitu tercabar sekali.jalannya sedia gelap,tuntutan kerjaku sering memaksa aku pulang di kalaa matahari sudah tenggelam.berlopak2 dan banyak sekali lori ‘hantu’ yg mengangkut batu dari kuari berdekatan.namun aku ssudah kalih pada itu semua.malam ini sederetan kereta dengan mengacung lampu putih nan sayup tingginya mencabar penglihatanku yg sememangnya sedia lemah ini.berpinar2, nyaris keretaku terjun ke dalam lombong tanah liat.jika tidak sudah pasti aku menjadi sebahagian dari batu bata yg membina rumah kalian.nauzubillah.pokok pangkalnya,dari mana rombongan itu tau jln pedalaman kesayanganku ini?

yg bermotor tidak kurang hebatnya.mencilok2 di celahan kereta.mengundang maut?ya.namun aku lebih beri perhatian bagaimana akan ku angkut badan berlumuran darah hasil langgaran kejapku ke hospital.dan pasti yg membawa kenderaan lebih besar yg bersalah!kereta lwan motor, kereta salah.kereta lawan lori,sudah pasti lori yg salah!begitulah tanggapan umum masyarakat.

itu cuma muqaddimah.akan kusambung lagi kisah ‘aku benci memandu’ di lain kali kerana malam semakin hitam pekatnya.if u want to share bad driving experience,feel free to do so. my aim is to reduce road traffic accident as we lost a lot of life on the road,more than we do in the battlefield.read between the lines.we lost valuable human resource and moreso,provide plenty of workload to my line of duty!if u are concerned about this please,let us do something.

    Lift me up! Thats what i said to someone(or rather, something) first thing in the morning. Of course i did not say it out loud, crazy ke. On arrival to the Kulliyyah building I’d take the lift to the second floor(some people say third). Nope, I won’t lug my 5 kg  bag all the way up the stairs. In a breeze it delivers me there and a few minutes later it took me down again, forming part of my path to the hospital, where I spend most of my time. Now, the lift at our own building was fast and there weren’t that many people to use it. Not much trouble la to say it simply(accept for the annoying few who insisted on taking the lift to the next floor).

    Then come the second part. Taking the lift to the eighth floor of the good old hospital. In the morning if u are lucky enough u’d manage to squeeze into the box amongst the attendants, nurses and doctors. It’s the ride downstairs which really boil my blood. We usually leave the building around 1 pm, thats when the visiting hour is and as one can expect there’ll be a large crowd waiting in front of the lift at each floor. There’re four and each could take about 20+ adults before it beeps the annoying beep. But sometimes, to our irritation the rattling, slow old things would beep when only they were half-filled. It was learnt later that we should not stand in the middle since thats where the sensors were.  Those who frequented the hospital learned this quickly and would steer away from the hotspot but those who doesn’t would sulkily step out of the box, and no one bothered to tell them the sad truth haha.

    Now come the scary part, and I haven’t told u about the casket which moved by itself or about the dead nurse who was seen in front of the lift early in the morning, as if she wanted to go to work. But when it comes to reality there’s nothing more fearsome than losing your life in an unfortunate accident. yes, no one died yet but someone were going to be if no appropriate action was taken, and soon. It might resemble the bit  in Final Destination or my imagination was running too wild. Yep, there were frequent occurrence where the lift suddenly shook, spluttered and came to a halt in between the floors, i.e, in no man’s land. I don’t know if this is common where ever there’s the elevator system but it did happen here and all the four old things have the same lethal potential. Luckily ,so far they manage to correct themselves and see the wrong in their way by starting to move again. Fuhh…But just imagine yourself as a house officer who’d go down to the blood bank to retrieve the blood bags during the wee hours, alone, and this happens to u…

    Bad though they may sound, they are part of the lifeline in the hospital. Bedridden patients could never be sent to the imaging department downstairs, or the endoscopy room in the next building or to the operation theatre and the ICU without their service. And the amount of work that the lifts do everyday was countless. Day and night they transport people up and down and helped save our bones and joints. I remembered the incident last year where all of them stopped working after a heavy thunderstorm raided Kuantan. It was Ramadhan and I was posted at the fifth floor at that time. It was a trying experience for all and the people who worked at the higher floors were the ones who were affected the most. The good thing was that many of us shed some kilos and everyone was forgiven for BO(which was one of the inexcusable things in my list). It was the fasting month after all, the time when we were to practice patience and tolerance. And I see that some of the specialists continued to use the stairs to these days and there was some notable changes in their waist circumferences ;)Hurrah to them.

    Oh yes, another thing which really bothered me was those people who step into the lift which was going upstairs and punching the button to go to the ground floor. At first it was quite amusing but later it became downright irritating. I have all the forgiveness to the Orang Asli or old people, or kampung people like me for not knowing that. But  young men and women in trendy(and skimpy) clothings, whoever they were, are either non-observant or a tad too lazy to think for themselves. Didn’t they SEE where the large and illuminous arrows above the door pointed at? It just shows that they are selfish and always wanted things to go their way. Period. And there ends my nagging. I have no better words to describe this frustration other than by using ‘annoying’ and ‘irritating’. So I’d better back off before someone gets annoyed with me

i am an adult.frankly speaking,i detested being one.yes,i am more autonomous now but with it comes enormous and numerous responsibilities.it’s truly nerve-racking.i hate freud.

but thats not my main point today.it is the slowing of metabolism that really bothers me.i can’t eat as much now as i did when i were in my teens.i started to gain weight after i left school.i think most of us did and that didn’t bothered me much,it was desirable even.i felt more stable when walking as the strong wind can no longer make me sway like a coconut tree.

but i didn’t stop gaining weight and did not realise it until people began to point it out to me.a friend said that i have double chin and i retorted by saying that he has triple.poor guy,and what he said was true too (^_^) i now have dimples,or rather, pseudo-dimples as they are not true dimples and only materialise when i become chubby.i’m not vain and didn’t think much about my looks as i know i won’t be able to change my face even if i stared hard at the mirror until it breaks.

when i started to become lazy and sleepy even though i have the longest sleeping hours among my friends,i started to get worried.i felt heavy and lethargic  and dragged through the day,impatient to wait for night time so that i can be in bed.i tried to jog in order to make me fitter and leaner,but it proved to be tougher than i thought.i’m not free most evenings and my mornings start early.even if i managed to find time i won’t have anyone to go with me.and during this day of mistreatment of women,i didn’t dare to go jogging alone.what about unscheduled exrcise?you may ask.like climbing stairs instead of taking the lift,or parking my vehicle far from the building so that i have to walk for some distance?believe me i tried to.i walked endlessly everyday and spent most of my days on my feet.and during this very hot season it’s just not plausible to climb the stairs.u’ll be panting hard and your clothes will smell the salty,not-so-pleasant smell of sweat by the time you reach the desired floor.and for those who keeps a job by meeting people professionally,it is just out of the question.reducing food intake is very hard as i feel constantly hungry especially after a day of hard work.

i believe many of my friends out there are facing similar problems.let’s face the fact together,we are old and we are fat.but we are kind at heart.fat people are happy people (^_^) don’t bother with your weight so much if your BMI is less than 23.be comfortable and be yourself.

i went home two weeks ago.to visit my parents.with all the things i have to do and the workload imposed on us,the  4-hour travel really put me off.but home i went, taking a rather moist mass-produced fruit cake with me as ole2 (^_^).i found that my now retired parents are renovating the house(for the umpteenth time).told me that they are adding another kelamin room because they sensed that one of us children are going to get married in the  near future.talk about parental gut feeling.

    you see,to them they are always the provider and we,the receiver.even when they can’t give much in the form of materials(like when they are retired) anymore and when the role should turn the other way around,they still wanted to provide.like when your mother insists to cook you nasi lemak for breakfast when she has resdung which will be made worse by the cold morning air,and her knees creaked because of age.my mother sneezed for uncountable times whenever the morning breeze blew through the windows.and she will note that the bird who made her nest on a nearby tree was feeding her offsprings too.i spent a lot of time with my mother because most of my time at home was spent in the kitchen,the female’s domain.
   

i used to be very kamcing with my father because as a child i love the TV very much,so did he.and we both love books.he taught me how to press my school uniform and asked me to cut articles in the newspaper if he thought they were informative.one day,out of the blue,it suddenly downed on me that i didn’t talk to my mother as often as i did to my father.then i realised why.she is not fond of the box and spent most of her non-working hours preparing food in the kitchen and washing clothes.every working lady out there will now how tiring that can be.that’s why she was irritable and will pinch us very hard if we did something which upset her.so i began to help out in the kitchen even though i can’t do much.she gradually soften and we spent much time in each other’s company.she told me her stories including giving birth to me and my twin sister.she said she lost so much blood and nearly had an emergency caesarean section because my sister was breech.i remember gaping at that.

    i’ve learnt to appreciate her more and will try to please her whenever i can.i was filled with a wild desire to protect her form whatever evil there is in the world.i am now an adult and my parents,which i looked upon as the authority when i was small,now turned into the most invaluable friends i have.their love and endurance,i could never repay.the agony that our mothers went through to give birth to us is the greatest love that a human can give to another.something u would never be able to repay,even if that’s the only thing she did for your sake.even if she’s of different religion and despises yours.so,visit your parents.

hi there! i’m not actually used to express my thoughts in a proper way, thus the empty blog (^_^) but today i choose to think about one of my favourite ‘thinking’ topic, on being friendly and well-accepted. i am a reserved person by nature and won’t talk much unless i find my partner very amiable. it’s not that i’m being a snob, i’m not, but a combination of a naturally expressionless face and an equally neutral temperament is not doing any favour to me. i’m not good at talking and paying attention, thus my limited social circle. although i would like very much to expand it, i feel safe inside, i guess that could be called ‘old slippers syndrome’. u feel comfortable with the slippers u’ve worn for long didn’t u? as if they know your feet so well. i believe that this could have stemmed from the social blunders i made whenever i opened my mouth to speak.once i was invited to spend the night at a relative’s place, who’s quite well-off. now, i’m not used to spending my time with people from the upper class and felt rather out-of-place there. she cooked the dinner herself, and i knew she tried hard to impress us with a dish of river water fish. she encouraged me to try it which i did, just to find the fish rather tough. in my panic and embarrassment i said it out loud, failing to notice the change in her expression. what i said was meant to be an innocent call for help but apparently she didn’t take it that way. it might well escape my notice if not for my sister, who scolded me afterward. of course i never get invited to her place anymore (q_p) that was just one sad example on how blunt and foolish i can be when it comes to being sweet hehe…therefore i think its much safer to keep it to yourself whatever it is u are thinking. there were times when i really can’t hold the compulsion to be ‘free with my speech’ though, especially if i think it’s well-deserved (^_^) i owe an apology to lots of people…

ebe dan eme is one of my favourite children’s book written by a very talented local author.its fiction through and through but the storyline was not cliched. a long time has passed since I last read the book.it was about a boy named Ebe and his twin sister Eme who is in the form of a crystal ball and has magnificent abilities.Ebe’s world had been destroyed by a dark force called Bozo and,as a result, the planet was devoid of water,flowers, trees and other bright and beautiful things.ebe was the last hope of the whole planet to fight Bozo, but I couldnt remember why hehe.the scientists invented a special overall for ebe to wear.its got a big pocket at the front which was filled by various things including food pills.the colour of the clothing will blend with the background,like a chameleon.togeher with his twin sister ebe was then able to defeat Bozo(I think he made Bozo cried) and if I remembered correctly much of his winning was due to the fact that Ebe reminded Bozo of his own missing son.the world turned beautiful again and the people started to plant trees and vegetables.flowers grow and rivers start to flow.to their greatest delight,Eme turned into a pretty and charming girl but she lost her magical power(which doesnt matter much).it was a heart warming story and its got cute illustration too ^-^ I’m not a good narrator but I assure you if you are a fan of fiction you’ll absolutely like this book.do read it!