Quit asking me why.

Event: Majlis Hari Raya Aidilfitri 2008.
Date/Time : October 24, 8.30 p.m.
Venue: Penang. Dad's office.

MK : "Ni anak En. Awis kan?"
i smiled politely, nodding.
MK: "Awatnya dok jauh sini, dok la depan sana tu."
me: "Eh takpe lah makcik, sini dekat dengan rumah ni haa, senang nak basuh tangan, pi toilet. "
I gave the same excuse as what Ayahcik used just a little while ago when a pakcik asked him why all of us sat here, under the furthest tent from the stage, away from emak and ayah.
MK: " Lah..takpa lah kalau macam tu. Hang ni study lagi ka?"
i nodded, for the second time. Always with a smile.
MK: "Kat mana?"
me: " Kat k.l, bukit jalil..universiti per- "
She cut me off mid-sentence.
MK: " Ambik apa? Farmasi kan."
i nodded. third time. i was thinking of telling her which university i'm at (it is common for people to think of sekolah sukan whenever bukit jalil is mentioned, so i don't want to give them the wrong impression-i'm far from athletic), but now i don't think it's necessary. She already knew, i guessed, and she's just asking out of ...hmm...courtesy to start a conversation?
MK: " Ada kawan makcik anak dia kat universiti tu. Ambik medic. Huda. Hang kenal tak? Mak dia kawan baik makcik tu."
Huh. How am i supposed to know. A senior, maybe. Huda..huda...hmmm...
MK: " Nama dia Huda. Ala muka dia ada macam arab arab sket.."
me: "Owhhhh.....Kenal kenal! Kat intec dulu pon saya sama dengan Huda."
How could i forget someone from my own batch. Silly me.
MK: " Oh, awat hang tak ambik medic?"

Ahhh. The question. The FAQ. What should i say...hmm...
Because i didn't get straight A1? No, that's not it. I crossed out medicine long before the SPM result was out. Besides, it's still possible with a couple of A2.
Afraid of blood? Haha. That will be a direct lie.
Probably because..i don't like hospital? True, but not concrete enough. Subsequent questions will arise from this type of answer (e.g: don't pharmacists work in hospital?), and i'd like to avoid further enquiries.
Urrggghhh. Just come out with something. Quick.

me: " Susah kot nan-"
She cut me off mid-sentence, again.
MK: " Ehh, Huda tu boleh ja. Takdalah susah mana makcik tengok. Makcik rasa-"
I stopped listening to her babblings right there.
I know. I know I can do it if i want to. But i prefer to live an easy life, where i have the time to lie down, watch the clouds and smell the flowers. Studying medicine is hard (but hey, pharmacy is just as difficult), but i know i can manage. The life of a doctor is the turnoff - too busy for a lazy bum like myself.
me: "Jadi doktor busy-"
This time, i stopped on my own. MK had disappeared. I think she either went to talk to my uncle, or left the table in search of ice-creams for my sis. The conversation ended there.

Nobody will ask an architect why they don't go and choose engineering instead. I wonder why.