LiFE..

My whole life, there are two places, i as much as possible will try not to be at. It is not about embarassment to be seen at such places, i just feel that i don't belong there.

Number one is workshops, car workshops to be precise. What I would normally do at a car workshop is to register my car to the lady at the counter, say a few words to the mechanics, spend the rest of the hours in the air-conditioned waiting room while waiting for the lady to call, pay the service charge and drive off.

My last encounter with a car workshop was a couple of weeks ago.

"i sudah check you punya tayar. Itu camber tayar belakang sudah lari la. Kena adjust kasi betul pasal nanti dia boleh makan tayar oo"

"what?"

"camber tayar"

"oo (as if i was back from dreamland) ya ka? tayar depan macam mana? Berapa?"

I, for once was sure that i saw that guy's face on the workshop's bulletin board as the Top Employee of the Month in brackets 'Tyre Specialist'. Heck! While my brain was processing that, plus the effect it would have cause my tires if i didn't get it fixed, and the cost is within budget, i finally said yes. i just hate when i have to agree without arguments especially on something i have shallow knowledge of. I will look even more clueless if i did. Yes, me, is a typical girl who only knows how to drive a car, full-stop. Other than that, mr mechanic, please.

Luckily, my car has been so very tolerant of me that the only time i need to bring him to his doctors is when the mileage is due. *luv u*

And number two, the hospitals; private or public, make no difference to me. Cut me some slack ok, i have never receive treatments from any hospitals for that matter, what more to be hospitalised. And everytime i take the elevators, especially those with the size of service-lift which can fit the stretchers in, i will start imagining silly things. Who knows how many people could have died in it while being transferred to another floor. Maybe their souls aren't free as yet and they keep mingling around, living in the elevator waiting to scare people off. People like me. Yes, i am terrified of it, very much.

But still, i can't avoid not going to the hospitals. Just this week, i went to two different hospitals on the same day.

The son of a colleague of mine was in a coma after suffering a traumatic head injury. He fell off the stairs after trying to pull the sliding-down-the-stairs stunt. According to doctors, they couldn't control his head from swelling (as a result of internal bleeding) and a surgery might have caused him other complications. The painful truth was, all of his internal organs have stopped functioning, the heart was weakly pumping and he was on life support. I was speechless when i learnt that he was actually brain dead. Poor kid, he was only 11 years old.

Later that day, i went to visit a good friend, Hanim who just had a cysts removal surgery. We (Anee and i) were in total awed. First of all, because nobody had a decency to tell us that Hanim was admitted, Anee found out about it after reading a friend's blog btw. And second of all, Hanim is 5 months pregnant. Alhamdullillah, the surgery went smoothly and both mother and child are in good health. Hope u'll recover soon, Nim.

Well, i know i cannot not going to this two places. i still have to, but i just hope not as frequent.

P/s: When i mentioned that my collegue's son WAS 11 years old, u might already knew it. He passed away peacefully on Friday at about 5am with both his parents at his bedside after 6 days of coma. All of our prayers are with u Ihsan. You'll like it there in Heaven. Amin! News clipping