A man speaks frantically into the phone, "My wife is pregnant, and her contractions are only two minutes apart!"
"Is this her first child?" the doctor queries.
"No, you idiot!" the man shouts. "This is her husband!"


a joke at the end of my class rep's email, hahah.


tiba-tiba terfikir, naseb baek the girl who started her speech with 'Hi, my name is Amy and I'm an alcoholic.' tu tak dapat jadi class rep. heh, duduk negara orang kafir. begitulah contoh opening sentence speech class rep contenders.

Urology rotation

so today is the start of the second block for the 3rd years. I am thus no longer in CUH poking around in the neurology team, bleeping people and saying hi to nurses to ask for patients. I also will no longer be able to wake up half an hour before 9 to get ready because the hospital is only 5 minutes away from my house :'(

today I start in the Bons. It's a private hospital, where the parking lot is always packed with expensive cars. It's run by nuns - thus it's full with them, and little statues and pictures of their version of Jesus and Virgin Mary are everywhere.

even though I resent the fact that I'm attached to the urology team (who wouldn't resent staring at balls, penises and vajayjays everyday?), things are way more organized in the Bons, the doctors actually have time to see you, and there are regular consultant-delivered tutorials, which is exciting (but also kinda scary).

so this morning I saw a testicular mass being removed, and also a frenulectomy. the surgeon was saying how the lad really should've been circumcised due to things that I can't be bothered to write here, but he refused it because of some things he read off the net. hah. WUSS. penat je hensem.

well.

here's to hoping I won't be asked to do any physical examination or procedures involving the genitalia -


*sigh.

macam impossible je kan?


Atiqah
p.s. today marked the first day I wore a pair of srubs - selesa gila weh. sungguh tempted untuk curi sepasang.

pathology test is coming up!

room look like a dinosaur barfed/sneezed in it.

satu malam yang hening

kadang-kadang dalam hidup, we come across a crossroad. a T-junction. kita nak maju ke depan tapi kita tak tahu mana satu jalan nak pilih.

ada orang (read : Opie) yang mengambil jalan menelefon kakaknya dan menyuruh si kakak membuat pilihan untuknya.

ada juga orang yang memilih untuk throw a die and leave it all to fate.

tidak kurang juga orang yang mendongak kepada Tuhan memohon petunjuk, dan menunaikan sembahyang istikharah sebelum tidur.


tapi kadang-kadang. walaupun pilihan yang betul telah sangat jelas, terang-benderang. berkilau-kilau.

kita tetap nak ambik keputusan yang salah tu. walaupun otak kata jangan. hati kata go for it.

we think we're crazy and we're so pissed with ourselves.

but we find ourselves making the same mistake again and again. and again and again and again.

what is WRONG with us?

the landlord

Mr Patrick : So how's the studying going, Atiq?

Meself : Bad. You can tell, by my just-had-my-study-table-set-up and whatnots.

Mr Patrick : *adorable fatherly laugh* Hahah, I remember how that feels, now. Doing everything else to put off the studying.

Meself : *grin*

Mr Patrick : But you have to study, Atiq. You better start now. *tiba-tiba serious tapi masih senyum.

Meself : Hahah, yeah I have a test in about 11 days, I'll start tonight I promise.



Sebelum keluar dengan membawa kotak2 Atiqah yang banyak untuk dilupuskan, Pakcik Patrick sempat berpesan sekali lagi supaya saya belajar malam ini. Haha saya sayang Pakcik Patrick saya. Walaupun kadang-kadang sebut nama dia lepas tu terbayang-bayang imej tapak sulaiman yang boroi.


Baiklah.


Mari belajar.

saya nak pasang meja tapi saya cuak nak bukak kotak tu. what if saya bukak dan semakkan my room with all the screws and nuts and papans and whatnots and then i don't know how to do it? dah lama gila it's been sitting there waiting for me to put it together. but i think i need to do it now because it'll help me get into the study mood.

oh, it's a study table. i know i know, i already have one. but this one doesn't require me sitting on a chair, coz, you know. i'm a pure Asian and shiz. i don't do no chairz bebeh. *padahal sebab suka sangat bersila - cubaan untuk ayu adalah gagal sama sekali.

i'll take pictures or something. see you when i seee yyyooooouuu.


p.s. after i typed the above, i went downstairs and made meself some maggi tomyam instead of ensembling the table. i just spent three minutes staring at the screen thinking of the word 'ensemble'.


eating > work.


p.p.s. camera's battery ran out. charger is japanese. international adapter no have. so no pics.

satu hari nanti.

Atiq nak tanya sorang aunty Atiq;

'Aunty Aunty, kenapa Aunty selalu senyum kat orang lain tapi tak pernah senyum kat Atiq? Atiq tak pernah kurang ajar dengan Aunty, tak pernah jatuhkan maruah keluarga, Atiq belajar up to par dengan anak-anak Aunty...apa yang buruk sangat dengan Atiq, sampai Aunty tak tahan gile tengok muka Atiq, sampai muka Aunty kalau tengah senyum tu terus masam kalau pandang Atiq? AUNTY JELES EHHHH SAYA CHANTEK JELITA HEH.'

okay maybe not the last part.

geram.

saya akan jadi seorang ibu saudara penyayang dan akan senyuummm sentiasa kat anak-anak semua orang ya. yesza.

masa terbang.

budak ini;

tiba-tiba dah jadi budak ini;



dan budak ini;

tiba-tiba dah jadi budak ini;

needless to say, i uttered the most ke-makcik-an phrase when i saw them;
'AIK HARITU KECIK JE LAGI DIE NIH?!'

gambar Raya yang tak lulus masuk fesbuk

bila saya besar nanti saya nak jadi burung hantu.

because there isn't enough terencat pics of me around.


Dalam hati Nufayl : Kakak, kenapa dagu kakak ada dua?

coversations of today.

Nurse : How can I help you, love?

Atiqah : I was wondering whether I can still see Sean O'Connor's (bukan nama sebenar) file. He was discharged on the 19th so his file is gone from the ward.

Nurse : No problem. Can I get his date of birth please?

Atiqah : Thanks! Err. He's 67.

Nurse : Here's his NRN number. Are you an intern?

Atiqah : Nope, I'm a 3rd year medical student.


***


I was copying down Mr O'Connor's drug names and doses off his file in a facility room next to Dr Sweeney's secretary's office when a guy knocked on the door and went;

Guy : Hi, uhm. Sorry. Can I just use the fax machine for a bit?

Atiqah : Yeah, uh. Go on. *pura-pura bilik tu saya yang punya*



XD

mesti belajar dengan tekun. mahu jadi doktor.

Kak Ira : Atiq, nape Atiq lain skarang?

Atiq : Haa...?

Kak Ira : Ntah, macam senyap je. Macam tak happy.

Atiq : Errrr...heh. Ennntah??



I thought I emo secara monolog dalaman je. It translates out ke. Sigh.

Raya pics next post insyaAllah!!


xx

Dari Jauh Ku Pohon Maaf - Sudirman

Dalam dingin subuh hatiku terusik
Kenang nasib diri di rantauan
Bergema takbir raya menitis air mata
Terbayang suasana permai desa

Rindu hati ini inginku kembali
Pada ayah bonda dan saudara
Tetapi aku harus mencari rezeki
Membela nasib kita bersama

Hanya ku sampaikan doa dan kiriman tulus ikhlas
Dari jauh kupohonkan ampun maaf
Jangan sedih pagi ini tak dapat kita bersama
Meraikan aidil fitri yang mulia

Restu ayah bonda kuharap selalu
Hingga aku pulang kepadamu

Restu ayah bonda kuharap selalu
Demi anakmu yang kini jauh

i find it rather stupid that it took me so long to realize why i've been taking everything everyone did too far and why every wrong vocab uttered cuts deep in my chest.

i'm rarely homesick, if ever at all. but when it comes, it slams me hard to the ground.

Raya is coming, and facebook and twitter and blogposts are flooded with Raya-related things, and i'm not going to be in the family pictures for yet another year. this is the fourth Raya away, and it's starting to take a toll on me.

being in different continents with most of your friends can get awfully hard.

for example is this moment here, where things go really wrong, but you have noone close by who you feel is close enough to you to see you cry for reasons you cannot tell - you can't call anyone either, because they're on a different timezone and it's not a convenient time for emotional phone calls.

overseas life is overrated.

Cupcakes

'some people are born human. but for the rest of us...it takes a lifetime to get there'

chuck palahniuk

palahniuk books drive me up the walls sometimes, but the man's a genius.


you know those cupcakes. they all look so yummy and pretty and delicious. but when you spend money on an overpriced box of it, or when you spend a whole day baking and decorating it...and you finally take one of them and have that first bite - you find it too sweet. too much colouring. too much chemicals. or that it's a vanilla cake instead of a carrot cake. and you can't eat more than two at one time because you'd feel like throwing up.


cupcakes. alluring, but deceiving. you take a closer look and you'd be dissapointed.

maybe i'm just too much of a cynic.

maybe i'm seeing more cupcakes in people than they deserve.




Atiqah

harini I made Bazli come to the hospital because Sara Ann is sick and doesn't turn up, and I am too much of a wuss to brave the wards alone (he was gonna ponteng - semalam kitorang dua-dua ponteng, hahah).

also, I made him tag along with a registrar with me.

this makes me feel rather guilty.

the registrar asked me a question but i'm not sure what it was, and i'm supposed to give her the answer tomorrow. Bazli suggested that we hide from her - I find it rather hilarious because that is exactly the kind of thing I would do - the same blood runs in our veins, yes?

Shidot tetap tak dibenarkan cite kat Bazli pasal apa-apa dalam blog ni cop twit cop.



xoxo
Atiqah

why am i inside in this sunny day?

the medical school is imposing the Problem-based Learning (PBL) on us - they call it Small Group Learning, but it's really PBL. anyway. so it's pretty much like a study group with a tutor. every other week we'd have our own topics to present, and we have to make notes on it and print/photocopy it for everyone in the group.

being the typical Atiqah that i am, i slept at 10 last night, woke up at 1am and started flipping through multiple books, groggily googled terms and typing up the notes on infective endocarditis. i went down for sahur at 4am (getting rather tired of cereal and strawberries - i want REAL food, for the love of God!), woke everyone else in the house and got right back to my notes. i practically fell comatose after reciting mathurat with my housemates.

i woke up wayy too late and practically finished typing up my notes half an hour before class, and my new house is a 40 minute walk from campus - so i called a cab! haha kaya tak kaya tak? *sigh.



anyway it was all worth it because the tutor singled out the notes i made at the end of the session and said;

'who made this?'

'I did.'

'you drew the tables and boxes yourself?'

'Yeap.'

'excellent! this is really good!'


and he repeatedly pointed out that my notes are excellent, and that people copy-pasting from Wikipedia should at least remove the hyperlinks (haha).


YEAY! i don't even remember when was the last time a teacher told me i'm excellent, so please bear with my smug victory post and don't tell anyone i'm a berlagak person please? i cakap kat you allz je. and Adilah. and Mama. heee <3 <3


xoxo
Atiqah

cute date; nice weather; bad day.

the day started off bad enough; we missed our sahur....again. i'm 53-freaking-kilos and need to shed some weight, but i love my food. i do not approve of starving myself like this.

i skipped the 8am tutorial because i had a gut feeling it won't be on; and it wasn't! that was pretty much the only good thing about today.

when we got to the wards, Dr Maria was off so we went to Dr Margaret and she gave us this patient who had a TIA (minor stroke). He was an engineer in his forties, and man isn't he a cranky one. he was nice enough to talk to us i suppose, but he kept rolling his eyes at us and saying 'no' a little bit too fast when we asked 'have you ever had...' questions.

maybe he's got one too many medical students doing history taking on him, coz he said 'i'm just so sick of these questions'. sigh demotivated gila dapat patient macam ni. ni belum kena maki lagi. baru patient yang spesis malas layan. lemah semangat betul Atiqah.

dahla he got SO defensive when i asked the standard, required, 'do you smoke?' question. 'i'm just so sick of these doctors telling me smoking caused it, because it doesn't! it may have helped lead to it, but it doesn't cause it, you know?'

ha ye lah habis tu engkau isap carcinogen banyak gile masuk dalam paru-paru sampai paru-paru kena tukar cell lining sebab tak tahan dengan the constant irritation, lepas tu nak deny deny it can cause anything. MY GRANDMA PASSED AWAY FROM LUNG CANCER FROM BEING A PASSIVE SMOKER OKAY PAKCIK ENGINEER CRANKY. i hate smokers. so freaking selfish.

anyway.

lepas tu Bazli pegi tanya 'did you notice anything before the weakness came, did you see anything? like an aura?' . Rasa macam nak pijak kaki Bazli masa tu, sebab selalunya orang nak kena seizure je yang rasa aura, bukan orang nak kena stroke. tau tak encik cranky cakap ape, encik cranky cakap;

'you know, there are such things as stupid questions.'

wah. terkesima seketika masa tu. nasib baik Bazli tak dengar, kalau tak mesti budak kecik tu demotivated.

then kitorang pergi belek2 file pakcik tu, tau tak Bazli tanya apa kat Atiq and Sara Ann?

'don't you think we should do physical exam on that guy?'

sabar itu separuh daripada iman.



i then walked to my house only to find it empty; and since Kak Husna pegi bawak balik Malaysia her house key instead of leaving it here for me, and since the duplicate key i made was useless, i had to walk all the way back to Brookfield. weh banyak komplen nye entry nih. sorry sorry.

when i got to Brookfield, i sat at one of the computers and i'd barely been there for 5 minutes when i felt a sharp stinging pain on my neck, right about the place of my carotid artery. my hand automatically shot up to my neck, and i caught an insect in my tudung. i accidentally let out a quite loud 'OUCH!' because it was so, so painful. i ran to Adilah who retrieved the insect from my tudung, and i freaked out a little bit more when i saw how yellow it is, and when it dawned on me that i just got stung by a bee. on my neck.

i mumbled 'Adilah, adik atiq..' and she cut me off and said 'I know,'

so we panicked together, found our classmate Keith who was a paramedic before he got into med school, and he went up to find a doctor while we waited in the emergency room. Thank God we were in a building full of doctors.

he came down a few minutes later with Dr. Siun O'Flynn, who pacified me by confirming that i wasn't having any allergic reaction to the sting....phew. i just...i got really scared that i was going to be allergic to it like Anis was. sigh. that wasn't fun, being reminded of what happened to your sister like that.

my neck still feels sore and it throbs once in a while but i'm doing okay. it's not swollen, it's not red...it just hurts a little bit, but i can handle it.


so that was my day. sorry if it's dull, but i just gotta blog on 9/9/9! it's the last one of the series, cause 10/10/10, 11/11/11 and such just don't seem as nice as the single digits.

xoxo
Atiqah

bagai kacang lupakan kulit.. a story of how some Malays forgot their skin is 'sawo matang' and not putih...

this post is written by mr ahmad firdaus yaakop, better known as Robo. die adalah my english and math sifu back in KMB, and rumah die besar macam istana. haha, all this will be relevant as you read this note he posted on his facebook;

**

today i met the absolute representation of the idiots that we should get rid off from this country if we are ever to even DREAM of reaching vision 2020...

i have been observing the people in Malaysia for the past months i been home, and i must say i am not liking what i see. through a myriad of factors intermingling together, including the economic prosperity enjoyed by the middle class and upper class society, many of them comprising of sons and daughters of govt officers (and i am not always proud to say, I myself is a member of this group) we have created a new class of people, who have appointed themselves and regarded themselves as the "elite" Malay group.. (note the inverted comma)

and these are the youth who walks along the street with a certain kind of swagger and pompous arrogance with their proud shirt with the humongous 'horse and number/roman numeral' emblem on their chest.. yes u know which brand of shirt i'm talking about.. ooh not forgetting their fancy rust dyed hair and their huge shades, and cargo pants. and usually they'll be walking in pairs proudly holding hands, gee i sure hope they are married, bulan puasa pon tak reti nak hormat? hmm...

today i met a group of these people, and they were rudely harassing a makcik at a stall at pasar ramadhan.. yes, granted it was hot, and there were a lot of people around the stall, for sure laa the makcik cannot layan everyone immediately.. but these group of people, who always think they are better than other Malays, by the virtue they can afford more stuff (paid by dad of course) apparently dah x tahan sgt nk kene tunggu lama were throwing rude and unneessary comments to the makcik... stupid arrogant people..

"haih makcik, kalau tak reti nak layan orang cepat2, baik jgn bukak gerai" said one of the skinny idiot, while holding the hands of his girlfriend, and this unnecessary comment was greeted by laughter from a few more youth, 3 boys and 2 girls, apparently they were all in the same group..

the makcik, displaying some hurt on her face teruslah melayan si kumpulan Melayu 'elite' ini.. and apparently got the order of these idiots wrong..

"makcik, i said two laa, two! T-W-O.. dua! D-U-A... dua! adoi.. dh laa lambat, x reti bahasa inggeris pulak tu rupanya, cakap 'sorry' pon td tergagap2.. haih, kan elok if science and math ajar in english, makcik ketinggalan zaman!" and the group laughed again..

i could see the makcik was very ashamed and offended, and suddenly i was offended, coz that couldve been my aunt, my grandma, my mother! Think about it, what if that happened to somebody in YOUR family...

so naturally, me with my recently discovered hot head and temper, decided to defend the makcik..

(this is an attempt to recreate the conversation as best to my memory as i could, pls be reminded that i was temporarily insane and blinded by rage, hehe)

"hoi, yang korang ni ingat korg mcm bagus nk mampus ni apahal? bley tolong relax tak kalau nak kutuk2 org pon, pahala puasa tu entah campak ke mana" i said with a stern voice, and oh yes it turned a few heads.. the group was stunned for a bit, then the idiot-leader had to reply..

"oi brader, ni bukan hal lu so baik u jgn masuk campur, kalau tak..."

"kalau tak apa brader, ko nak tampar aku? tumbuk aku? and aku plak tak kan laa nak biar laa ko kutuk makcik yg x bersalah ni lebih2?" yup, i was reeeealllly geting to be pissed off..

"eh bro, jgn cabar aku" said the idiot-leader while his gf was pulling him back asking him to stop, and the rest of the group konon2 nk tunjuk kuat closing in on me..

"1st thing 1st, aku bukan 'bro' ko, and 2ndly, tolong simpan jaguh2 kampung ko ni, mintak maap kat makcik ni.. yg ko mcm bagus kutuk2 makcik ni x reti bahas inggeris tu pehal? ko ingt english ko tu bagus sgt?" i was really pissed by now..

"eh yg ko berani nk marah2 aku ni pehal? ko ingt bapak aku ni org biasa?" the idiot leader replied.. gosh, they all look like they were about 18/19 years old.. arrogant 18/19 year olds who still turn to daddy in moment of need..

at that moment i knew that this was the group i was talking about, the self-appointed 'elite' Malays, the family where the mom and dad made good money, but forgot to teach proper manners to their offspring, and their offspring thought they were better than other Malays, esp those they regard as coming from the kampung.. just because daddy could afford to send them to private college doesnt make them better than the others!

"owhhh bapak ko bukan org biasa? habis dia apa? org minyak? org bunian?" (Haha yang ni sumpah lawak oke?! Gile la Robo ni) i personally liked this line best, and judging from the laughter of the crowd behind me, so did they.. haha how did i come up with that in the heat of the moment i wonder myself..

"just because ko ni anak org yg ada kuasa, n tahu sepatah dua english, please please la jgn ingt ko tu lagi bgs dari makcik ni, or the rest of us ok? sedar sikit diri tu, manners gone down the bloody drain! urghhh u make soo mad! people like you just makes me sick! dah aku nyer pahala puasa pon dh ke mana ntah sebab aku dok menengking org2 mcm ko ni.. sila jgn perasan ko ni omputih dgn dressing ko n rambut dye laa, jam mahal laa" by now, there was a sizeable crowd against us..

for some reason, the idiots wre quiet, i guess they were shocked, and ashamed coz they know they did wrong.. and i overheard this from someone behind me..
"kalau kulit putih mcm abg baju hijau ni ok laa gak, ni kulit sama jek sawo matang mcm kitorg, tp perangai lebih2 dari omputih la plak" and yes, i was the one who he referred to as 'abg baju hijau'.. lol~

with his face red, and heavy breathing with a pissed off face, he walked off slowly as he was pulled by his gf and his group.. while a group was chanting "belah, belah, belah" to the group.. and as they left, the group clapped.. and the makcik thanked me for standing up to her, and i got some free kuih from her as a sign of her gratitude.. hehe.. thanx makcik!

but i did it not for the kuih, or for the attention, the praises.. i did it coz i cant stand this group of people, who think they are better than the rest of us! come back down to earth please~ and when i wrote this, i AM NOT targeting all polo shirt wearing hair dyeing tindik sana sini people, and also those who comes from a well-to-do family, i know that 99% of u are polite people who knows the boundaries of joking about, and are humble people with kind hearts.. but this 1%, you ppl are the bane of society, and bring shame upon other Malays.. i'm sorry if i offended anybody, but this entry is written with the purpose of reminding us all to be humble, and not to insult others.. your medical degree, tertiary education, overseas scholarship, all these do not make you better than other people, and all these mean NOTHING if you don't have manners, or basic respect for others..

do unto others how u wud expect to be done on urself, and respect begets respect..

p/s: sorry again for the negative tone of the entry.. :)
peace out~

i can't locate my Man U key chain.

i am totally not a football fan, i'm not even one of those fake Man U fangirls pretending they care about the game (i am NOT saying there aren't any genuine fangirls) but i bought this key chain from the gift shop at freaking Old Trafford and i'm not gonna go there again any time soon, so it matters.

i have to find it. losing things is annoying.

p.s. kadang-kadang dalam facebook, kawan-kawan lama hantar friend request, kawan-kawan yang never really cared about you yang kemungkinan besar hanya nak membanyakkan friend count atau cari gosip panas (yang semestinya takkan jumpa di page i yang uber bosan itu). kalau i reject, kira i sombong ke?

Atiqah

seorang yang bergelar lelaki.

assalamualaikum :)

in the span of two days, two different friends telah menegur atiq of my lack of sopan santun-ness when i speak. i shall now strive hard to be more bersopan.

bila Atiq belajar Sains, cikgu ajar, selalunya bila umur kita mula mencecah 5-6 tahun, kita akan mula tertarik pada the parent of the opposite sex. Cikgu cakap je macam tu, terus Atiq cakap 'TAK PUN CIKGU!' dengan lantang dan outspokennya (contoh ketidaksopanan Atiqah).

masa Atiq belajar Physiology, sekali lagi lecturer Atiq cerita tentang theory tu. Kali ni, Atiq hanya memberontak dalam hati (dah besar sikit).

one of the many, many, things that I learned about myself when I went to Cambodia is the fact that I am always subconsciously on the lookout for father figures. I realized that growing up, I lacked a father figure because my father has a really bad temper, and I had no desire of ever getting close to him - I cringed whenever I had to touch him.

When I was small, I was close to the late Cikgu Mahisham. When I got into Naim, I was close to CNZ- Cikgu Nik Zamani. When I got into KMB, I was really close to Papa, or Shidan to his other friends. These are people who took care of me. People who will always, always have a special place in my heart.

When I went to Cambodia, I met Dr Sally, one of the nicest doctors I've ever met. Well, his name is really Salleh, but that's how things are in Cambodia. Salleh becomes Sally, Ghazali becomes Roly. Anyway. After a few days of working with him, I cheekily asked 'Doctor! Doctor, can I call you Papa?' and he asnwered 'Caannn...'

This is only a short list of them; there are more that I haven't written down.

Realizing all of this, I suddenly felt sorry for my Ayahnda. Apalah yang buruk sangat dengan Ayahnda, sampai takde tempat dalam hati Atiq untuk dia? When I got back from Cambodia, I threw away all the bad memories I have of him when I was a child. I gave him a clean white canvas to paint new memories on - and all I saw was a 60 year old man trying hard to win the hearts of his two youngest daughters, and trying hard to win the heart of his father - but failing miserably. I suddenly realize how lonely it must be for him, to have raised eight. EIGHT. daughters who won't start any form of conversation with him, who avoid him at all costs.

It really isn't his fault that he is everything that he is; he was the spoilt eldest son of Tengku Selia. He never walked into his class when he was in primary school, he was carried by servants. He grew up with a few maids, a driver, a gardener - and then Reality brought him down, and suddenly he becomes a Proton Saga driving clerk (masa zaman UMNO, Ayahnda kerja jadi penjaga tol - imagine that), earning a small wage, having to raise a house full of rebellious daughters.

Ayahnda mangsa keadaan. Mangsa salah didikan. Sepayah mana pun, Atiqah. Sepayah mana pun nak sayang Ayahnda yang tak seperfect ayah orang lain. Dia tetap ayah Atiqah. Dia tetap orang yang besarkan Atiqah. Hantar Atiqah pergi tempat tuisyen. Ada ayah orang lain yang tak peduli pelajaran anak-anak dia. Ada yang malas nak pergi hantar tuisyen.

Ayahnda, Atiq mintak maaf. Dari hujung rambut sampai hujung kaki..maafkan Atiq Ramadhan ni...?


Anak keempat Ayahnda dan Mama
Atiqah

Dear diary;

I am good at playing innocent, with my authentic child-like mannerisms and facial expressions.

But deep within me I'm just like a well worn shirt; the colour is fading and the threads are loose.

I stare into the sky when it's blue, and I walk by my own, listening to my iPod.


This is me.
I'm about as jaded as my torn pair of Levi's.




xoxo
Atiqah

second day at the wards

i woke up at 7.20 and JUMPED off the bed because i had a tutorial in CUH at 8am.

the whole team got lost and couldn't find neither the tutorial room, nor the doctor who was supposed to deliver it. that's a whole hour waste of sleep time. phail.


i then started to get a headache and got really really sleepy, and at one point i felt really sick...

...so i went to a toilet, and threw up.


i'm predicting more fantastic vomity days ahead.

can't wait.



xoxo
Atiqah

new crib

I'm the Geek in the Pink

Hi!

I just got through my first day of wearing a white coat at the hospital. We stuck out like sore thumbs because we were the only ones wearing white coats who look completely lost and confused.

I wore my bright pink baju kurung :) it is my current favourite. First patient has myasthenia gravis, which was a pretty good case. Boleh tak consultant tu tanya Atiq whether or not I can speak Bangladeshi, because he has a patient who'd make for a really good case for us, but the patient doesn't speak English.

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I was in the same team as Bazli, which I find rather funny. the poor thing got lost in the maze that is CUH and was late for our very first day, alolol shian. ada orang lagi bolok dari Atiq rupanya dalam dunia ni.


i'm off to class. still in my bright pink kurung :)



xoxo
Atiqah