The Guy Who Puckered Up To Help Me

It was the moment of truth.

Station 4 (i think).. Examination of the Abdomen.

Even though I have paid my brother handsomely which is RM50 for using him as my practice dummy, I was scared.

Standing outside the door n reading the questions, I wonder who is my examiner. The Examination of the Abdomen is so far the longest and most complicated of all systems. Bell rings. I opened the door, I nearly fainted when I see... Dr Kelvin!!! Nnooo...he is a head and neck specialist and always look at me one kind like my head is hollow with air during anatomy labs.  Not that he is wrong. Only I hate to be the one to confirm that his assumptions are correct..

me : Smile. Good Morning Dr Kelvin.

him: Examine your patient. * hurrily looking for something*

patient: *looked surprised and pleased to see me.*

me: thinking : *yeah yeah i know i m the first malay u have seen all morning and u r not so bad looking of a malay guy too, and i am flattered by your non-verbal cues, but i need to pass, and i thank god that u are not THAT drop dead gorgeous or else i'd have problems listening to your tummy later because all i can hear is my heartbeat*

Funny how i can think all that in 2 seconds. hehehe.

me: Hi Sam..my name is Irma, a second year medical student from Monash University, and today, I have been asked by the GP to examine your abdomen. it will involve u taking off your shirt and me touching your hands, face, tummy and legs. Is it ok with u?

patient: nods.

me: thank you. smile. so can i have your hands, please?

patient:*refused to give me his hands n did his lips like he was trying to kiss me, only he is not. he is trying to kiss the table that is across the room**his eyes were also a little weird, doing this rolling things*

examiner: *didnt see what he was doing..still busy*

me: *Verry confused.* Huh??? * looked at the table and saw the solution to wash hands*

Ahhhhhhh!!! No wonder !!!!!!!!!!!!!I forgot to wash my hands!!! A terrible NO NO That can fail me!!! *wash hands, examiner gave me marks*

that time, i felt like i owed my soul to him..hahaha...the rest of the examination was pretty funny, before i even ask him to look up or down to look for pallor/jaundice, he already done it...Hahaha...

Anyway...my patient..wherever u are...thank u..!!! pucker up always....u look cute like that..ngahaha....

Uik berdebar debar

nO La..im not in love...kua kua kua tetipu...

Sebenarnyer...exam da nak dekat...besok benarnye...takut la...

Dub dap dub dap....

Dong Dong Dong Dong (heartbeat kuat giler...)

apela aku merepek nie....*tampar pipi sendiri yang tembam*

Things to do before I turn 25

1.NOT GET MARRIED

2.Finish med school!!

3.Ride roller coasters with my eyes open the whole time

4.Bungee Jump

5.Travel to a foreign country with friends

6.Bake a chocolate cake with icing

7.Learn to apply makeup

8.Enter a running competition

9.Learn how to really paint

10.Publish a poem in a newspaper or a magazine

11.Volunteer as a primary school teacher and teach MATHS! Ha ha ha ha!!!

12.Make my own ice cream

13.Have a peek at the stars thru a telescope

14.Learn about maintaining a car and basic things like changing a tyre on your own

15.Learn basic sewing thru the internet

Love Poem in a Recipe Book

I was doing some work on my computer when my father knocked the door to my room. "Your mother needs you", he said while sweet smelling newly  baked cookies and cakes came inside my room and teased me.
My mother just made pans and pans of cookies and two whole chocolate cakes. Wow!!

I helped tasted the cookies and washed the dishes while admiring the cakes.
"Irma, do you remember the poem you wrote, something about a secret ingredient which is love?"
I looked at my mother, " Yes, but I lost it."
She opened her antique  & stained recipe book and handed me a stack of papers.
"Here. Its not lost. I kept it for you, in my recipe book!!" I was elated.

So my dear little friends, here is it, its a bit sappy ....hey i was 19!

Chempaka's Secret Ingredient.

There was a bakery owner
By the name of Chempaka
She was plump with rosy cheeks
Her sweetest smile adds charm to her laughter
That chimes gracefully through her lips
Bringing life, colour, to the Enchanted Forest.

In her small cottage of dough-baking factory
She made buns, cakes, brownies and crossaints
Which no animal in the forest can resist
For the reason is a secret ingredient
Which was ever known ceast to exist.

The secret ingredient tasted like vanilla ice-cream
In between layers of caramel
Coated with warm dark melted chocolate
So exquisite
Makes your mouth so cold you want to shiver
Later so hot you will want to cry
Suddenly dissapears from your tastebuds
You want to taste it again.

Her voice never spoke to reveal or to leak
Of the most lust-over secret so mysterious and deep
It must be stated and understood
Her choice was not for the reasons of greed
But the consequences it may lead
For it is magical, powerful, and unbeatable,
Also dangerous and fatal at the same time.

Chempaka's been holding the secret for so long
One day wanted to return it to where it belong.
Since she first found it falling from the rainbow
So she decided to let the wind take it back to the skies,
How her heart breaks, when the wind wasn't playing nice.

The wind, such a chatterbox as she is
Sang the ingredients to all animals and beasts.

"It is love! It is love! The Ingredient is Love!"

Chempaka cries to the wind, what have you done?
With her tears came streaming down across the land
The clumsy wind blew her tears up to the air
Mixing it with Love, which is already up there.
The wind is clumsy, and so her clumsiness will make her pay
As today she accidentally released the biggest fireworks to play.

The colourful fire rained onto all living creatures
Not missing a soul, not even the majestic vultures.
Burning the whole forest with unimaginable bright light
To coal and ashes, from ashes to dust.
Alas, the secret of this fairytale is lost.

For love, is often to be kept in silence
Since it is always mistaken by its evil twin obsession
Love never demands, never lies, and never asks.
It is forever independent and forever lasts,
In the hearts of those who knew of its value,so precious and rare;
They 'd never settle for anything  better, equal nor less
Even if the whole world was given to them right then and there.

Written by : Irma Rafeah binti Ahmad.