rumah sakit

Hospital dan klinik juga dikenali sebagai rumah sakit. Rumah sakit ialah tempat orang-orang sakit datang. Sekarang, kita tertanya-tanya: apakah rumah sakit mengubati atau memberi penyakit? Tempat yang begitu padat dengan orang-orang yang sakit semestinya bukan satu tempat yang sesuai untuk memulihkan orang kepada kesihatan yang baik.

Hari itu, pertama kali kita ke hospital sungai buloh. Hospital sungai buloh memang besar. Luas. Bila melangkah masuk melalui pintu utamanya, seperti melangkah masuk pintu KLIA. Lantainya bersih berkilau-kilau. Malah seni binanya pula canggih serta terkini hingga kehadirannya dirasakan pelik kerana semua binaan di sekitarnya tidak secanggihnya.



Awalnya, kita pun terkejut. Tak tersangka begini rupa. Hebat.

Tapi kita ke hospital ini sekejap saja. Untuk menjalankan pemerikasaan kesihatan, kita perlu ke klinik kesihatan. Ada juga rasa terkilan tidak berpeluang meneroka hospital yang agam ini. Mungkin lain kali bila ada urusan yang lebih parah.

Bila tiba di klinik kesihatan, kita terkejut lagi dengan renjatan yang lebih hebat. Bukan kerana seni binanya, tidak. Kita terkejut kerana bilangan manusia yang ada di klinik kesihatan. Pukul 8 setengah pagi, dan hospital sudah pun sesak dengan orang ramai.

Ada yang bertampal, berbalut, jalan menghinjut, menempang. Pelbagai sakit ada. Semuannya sugul, sedih, muka panjang, tak ceria, muka kemek atau mata berair menahan sakit. Secara keseluruhannya, hampir tiada tanda-tanda keceriaan. Kita yang berkunjung sebentar, rasa seperti ingin sakit juga bila berada dalam khalayak pesakit-pesakit.

Dan, malamnya, kita benar-benar dapat sakit. Habis satu malam kita tak tidur. Sepanjang masa kita berguling-guling saja kerana kesakitan apendiks, rasanyalah.

tulis-tulis esei

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forms and more forms

It has been a great fuss to fill forms. How I wish there were less forms in this world, then it would be a better place. What's more, most of the forms are "permohonan" form. It does make me feel useless and desperately need the mercy from whoever supposed to grant the mercy.

And then, those photocopies thing really irritating. Everything must be photocopied.

Well, that is life. Full of forms. From the very first moment of our birth, till the end of our life. We were born: we got our first certificate, the birth certificate. When we'll die, we'll get the last certificate we'll ever had. Who can we blame? There's too many of us nowadays and it will be a major confusion without forms.

Hmm...better get used to it, that's what people told me so....

hmm...

WOW. Again, pictures are worth thousand words, and videos are better than pictures. No comments. (watch the video till 2.00, about Mr. Mohamed Nor Awang)

teacher's day

Damn. It's teachers' day already and I just can't scribble even a sentence, or a word for my teachers' appreciation poem. Maybe I never had the knack to make poems, to express my gratitude for having such great teachers with such remarkable spirit, as big as a mountain.

I mean, they never quit teaching us. Even though I frequently slept throughout the class and once, secretly played a good game of chess with a friend while the ustazah, is right in front of our face (and the kind-hearted ustazah never noticed us having a neck to neck battle of chess, except when the tense of the game conquered us and we, for somehow forgot to conceal our petty crime.)

And if I was in the ustazah's shoes, I would probably, kindly gave a nice smack to the ungrateful students' heads.

But, what if, the sole reason for my incapability of writing a poem is not because the talent factor? Everybody can write a poem. Even it is the cliche poem, it is a poem, made from the utter feeling of fondness from the bottom of the heart: to tell how much teachers is appreciated.

Then, i'm most probably never had the feeling of gratitude for the teachers who had taught me. This reasoning, I felt very fit to me.

Now, how could that be, I never know.

Nevertheless, that's didn't mean I don't appreciate my teachers. It is just the feeling of gratitude that i'm lack of. Maybe there's some faulty circuitry in my head or simply I never born with "gratitude to my teachers" gene.

Above all, I, full-heartedly, wish all the good men and women: the teachers, cikgu, guru, ustadz and ustazah, a happy teachers' appreciation day. Thank you for showing me the meaning of ignorance.