Pavlova story

I know I can make a good cook. See? They missed my pavlova and I know they're using me. Right, that's how we keep Dolls going. They are using me for their own good. I mean, they asked me to cook for them, they asked me to buy things online for them, they're borrowing my clothes and never returned them back.

Such annoying friends God sends me.

And vice versa. I mean, this is something like karma but we do it willingly. I asked them to drive all the way from Shah Alam to Gombak just to fetch me to go shopping and send me back after that. I asked them to wash my hair, I ransacked Shushy's cupboard to find my birthday gift that she hid to surprise me but I was just impatient and I got Shushy yelled at me.

And share. We shared contact lenses case with our contact lenses inside (which can bring us to death actually haha). Everything yours are mine and vice versa. Hahaha.

O Allah, thank you for sending them to me. Even though they give me so much troubles. :')

Shushy and my home made pavlova. 

December

Well December, I just need to welcome you. Time has a funny way to fly without us realizing it. So fast, I mean so fast that I can still remember how fine I was doing my diploma years. How fun my working life was, how happy I was in the early weeks in Egypt. Finally, the end of the 2012. No, that's not my point.

It's December guys. My final exams month. Really freak me out. Life indicator guys, life indicator.

And speaking about December, it is winter in Egypt. Oh my, my skin is never as thick as what it is now. Very funny, I'm shivering almost all the times. (Just reasons to buy myself new winter clothes collections, zzz).This is only Egypt man! But I loveee the weather, very cold, calm and my bed suddenly becomes my most comfortable place on earth.

December has just began. So good luck. :)

And I'm still trying to reduce my blood glucose level. Wish me luck.

#DecemberWish just fruits, fruits, fruits.

p/s: Happy 28th month anniversary, my favourite man.

High risk

Normal blood glucose level.

My blood glucose level. Pre Diabetis Mellitus.

Breathe in, breathe out. Okay, don't panic. This is just numbers. Oh no, this is between life and death. How come a 22-years-old, skinny-underweight and a good girl is suffered from a high blood glucose level? Impossible!

So I sat down and stared at the blank wall and the image of me injecting the insulin right to my stomach is clearly pictured in my head, so I said to myself, "Right, I need to stop taking Pepsi"

Seriously guys, 1 litre of Pepsi, I could finish it in 2 days. I swear, Pepsi is one delicious beverage ever invented (Egypt Pepsi especially - Oh Egyptians, you are blessed!). And whatever delicious is always not healthy. That's annoying.  -_____-

So okay, I come out with a new routine now. I try as possible as I can to go for an exercise (which I never do anything about it so far), reduce sugar intake, drink plain water as much as I can to neutralise the concentrated blood back (high blood glucose, high concentration of blood, wounds take time to heal and scars will probably appear - scared!), try to put cinnamon in cooking dish, manage the stress well, bla bla bla.

3 weeks passed and I manage to reduce my sugar intake! I even stop drinking Pepsi, I mean not completely, are you crazy? Pepsi was like an oxygen before, I needed it. So a very quick gulp of Pepsi last week on a midnight, very quick one cause I was afraid I'll be caught by Husna and I must got ready with some babbling. (I'm sorry guys).

My housemates, they help me a lot, they will remind me about this, tell me to not taking high glucose content food but they eat them in front of me which I just can stare and ask them, "How does it taste?"

Fine.

Husna told me, "You must see your face after you get the result, you're panicked and you wanted to cry".

So, I'm still in the process of reducing my blood glucose level. I'm trying, it's very hard actually especially when I have a lot on my mind - exams, stress, tired body, acne, winter, money and bla bla. 

And you guys don't have any idea how much I miss Pepsi. 

Hahaha.

p/s: I don't dare telling this to my parents. Mom will be very worry and I'm a good daughter so I just want to let her know about good things only. Okay bye.

Chemist to be

Had a Skype session with Zuriana, one of my ex diploma schoolmates. She said, "Qis, what's wrong with your lab? Dirty. Why there're no gloves provided?"

Hahaha.

She's right. Haha. But never mind, I'm still alive so far.

Naphtalene.

Urea reaction that I made. Clap*.

Dear Newlyweds,

Dear Newlyweds, 

I'm writing this to you with the tears of jealousy. No. Kidding. *shed tears still haha. You know what, we had these crazy plans 5 years ago, where I wanted to be on your wedding day, being one of your bridesmaids, staying up all night long spending your very last night as a single lady together, just talking talking and talking to each other while doing henna, arguing with the wedding planner about the pelamin decoration and making air sirap to the guests. 

And you were doing that without me. 5 years' plan was such a waste. 

My best friend got married to her 5 years' boyfriend. *standing on the chair, clap hands*

And why did you just need to get married when I was in Egypt btw? 

I tried to reach you early on the morning before the wedding started, but I understand that since you're married now, cellphone is no longer your main priority, yes still, but after you husband's cup of tea. And I called Shushy just to reach you but no answers. So, let's just blame Shushy for this.

Anyways, long way to go. A starting to a new life, marriage life, challenging life, work-husband-cook-laundry life. I don't know how you are going to do these, but I know you can. Just, you know, try to not mumbling too often. Haha.

Selamat pengantin baru. Allah's with you, Insyaallah.

22nd birthday

What group is 22 years old person fall into? Adult? 

Right. I'm an adult now, officially. Should behave nicely. Should know how to cook. Should know how to do households perfectly. Shouldn't jump on the the bed anymore. 

And should make more serious face in the picture. 

But we're just refused to grow up!

Iffni said, "Let's take some pictures of me feeding you your birthday cake, "tag" Tawakkal people on Facebook". Ah, so rindu mann!

But our pictures turned out annoying.

So okay, it was 6 pm in Egypt (12 am in Malaysia, so they sang me birthday song out loud by the roadside. I was like, "Come on, stop it, shut up, you guys are disgusting. Embarrassing".

Birthday song, 22 years old. Euw. And those 5 lovely people treated me a slice of chocolate cake. Thank youuuu. :)

Err, yes. Just one slice. But, really, I don't mind. But maybe with a pair of Charles&Keith shoes, by any chance, guys? Okay bye.

Bare hands

Remember I told you about the lab rules. Okay I forgot to mention that they don't provide any gloves or face mask! 

So we are actually exposed to the danger almost 5 times in a week; everytime we have lab sessions. But still, no one badly injured so far but I got some rashes instead. Very funny! -__-

Okay, let me leave you with some pictures of our lab's condition.

As long as the Bunsen burner is still function, who cares about the tidiness anymore haha. 

Some of the containers that contain chemical ingredients inside. Very dangerous. Really scared me!

Right. No gloves nor mask. But I did the experiment successfully. Haha.

Still counting

He called me Booya. Annoying much!

Well, it's 2 years and 7 months now. Feels old. I always remind him about how hard it is for us to survive in this relationship and it was such a real challenge at the beginning - the hardest part. I have to be frank, not everyone loved the idea of us going out, and I gave up several times. I asked him to stop this and let me go. But he wouldn't.

Drama. Drama. Drama. 

Hahaha. 

But he's finally shaved his moustache! And I said, "I thought you're waiting for me!". And he replied, "Kejap shave, kejap tak, apa ni?!" - a starting to an argument. I said, "Fine, just don't care about me, leave me alone."

Forever drama! Haha.

Eid Adha 2012

Holidays were over. Classes start back. Few midterm tests awaits. How awful that would be? But I'm okay.

I've told you about going to Cairo for the holidays and celebrated Eid Adha there. Well, not much of celebrating. The mood hadn't just came when you're away from home (true story). So let's consider the holidays as my really really short break. But still, they'd celebrated it merrily here.

I stayed in Malaysian Hall for a few days. They had this korban and gave away the meat to everyone. Well, sort of. And I've got my part from Zagazig.

Ahh, yes. Cellphone's best friend. Cause Eid Adha was on 26 Oct. And my bloody birthday fell on the same day too! (Thanks to those who wished and pray for me. Very much appreciated.)

Strawberry chocolate

Sunday. 

Should be relax, waking up late, 30 minutes shower, lying down on the bed reading fav Shopaholic series, watching Keluarga Iskandar on Youtube.

But it was ended up by a Cell Biology replacement class.

Okay.

So okay, I was flexible. Bring it on.

But I rewarded myself with a smoothie haha.

Okay, you can choose whatever you want. And as an Arabic failure, I'll just show him whatever drink that I want and pay. Urghh. I don't know how long this ayam-itik conversation would stand. Well, as long as I'm full, that's not the main point anymore. Hah!

Strawberry chocolate smoothie. Love the taste of the sweetness of chocolate was covered by a little bit of sour taste from the strawberry. Such a perfect combination. Enough to make my Sunday.

Mr Moustache

Ameerul is back to his hometown for semester break. Yesssss!

So I expect for more time spending with me cause he had such terrible times during the whole exam weeks back then. He slept late at night, sometimes didn't sleep at all. Never take his meals on time. No more late night phone calls. Haha.

So okay, I really hope this semester break will give him much time to rest. 

And now we have a time to Skype! 

Tell you what, he has grown himself a moustache. Haha. I told him, go shave it. It's so not him. He said, "I'll wait for you to come back, then only I'll shave it".

Hahaha. Seriously? You wanna grow yourself a jungle then?

And I said, "Okay then, please cut your hair".

He replied, "No, until you come back".

Hahaha okay. Up to youuu!

Spec on

Wednesday. Only 1 class. 1200 until 1400.

I love Wednesday. Very relax and not rushing. 

So it's just me, jeans, a very simple top, and spec.

Pharmacy

I've told you, I had 2 weeks of non-stop cough, thick sputum, flu and cold. I thought I was immune enough! Sigh.

I woke up everyday with a very dry throat, I drank 2 litres of plain water everyday, 2 packets of Strepsils but why it just wouldn't wanted to go away?!

So I thought of self-medication. Went to the nearest pharmacy and asked for a cough syrup.

Me: Do you have a cough syrup?

Pharmacist: What?

Me: Cough. (rubbing my throat)

Pharmacist: Yes. Sputum?

Me: Yes.

Paid to the cashier which was him himself. No other one who helped him. 

Me: How to take this? Recommended dose for 22 years old?

Pharmacist: 10 ml 3 times.

Me: (How did you passed your social pharmacy paper?!)

Such an ayam-itik conversation. Cause most of them can't really speak in English and they don't even understand that. So, no other choice, we need to learn to speak in Arabic. 

Posted this picture on my Twitter, having a comment from one of my friends, "Macam kedai ubat Cina". Hehehe. But pharmacies here make a lot of money, seriously.

This was what I got. Contain only small amount of sedative but it got me sleeping the whole day then. But I stopped couple of days after taking this, cause my cough didn't go away and I wasted my days just by sleeping. No thanks bro, I'd got more to do.

By the way, you knew what I've found?

No more tangles? Yes, pleaseeee. I'd really need something that can help me repairing my damaged hair. Someone told me, "Air sini kotor. Keras.". Hmm keras, whatever but it's true. My hair's keras and my clothes are also keras. Please man, I don't want to go back to Malaysia after 5 years with bald hair.

Crepe

The most delicious bread-meat combination in the whole world. 

This one is called Shish Tawwuq. Well, something like a mixing of mayonnaise, ketchup sauce, meat (you can choose whatever you like, they have chicken too).

And I don't know how they do it. But the taste is unforgettable. But the environment is so not promising for a healthy condition, so you better take it away, sumpah.

Fruits! Very very cheap. Someone advised me about eating pomegranate to help in better memorization.

Arrival

8 hours on the plane. 5 hours transit in Kuwait. 2 hours journey to Cairo. 24 hours crying. Seriously, I cried a lot on the plane. Immersed my face into the shawl that I put on my head and sobbing non-stop. And I got an attention of a person who sat next to me. She asked me then, "Are you okay?". I said, "I'm sad. Don't you feel sad?"

Pffft. I hate myself. When I still want to be friendly even though I was not in the good mood. And I looked like stupid then when asking such stupid question. Never mind then. My sadness took its tool on me. 

(That girl is now my classmate and we are okay).

You know, I shed tears almost all the time. Didn't care how big the eyebags would came next. 

Anyhow, I tried to motivate myself that I come here to study. Pharmacist, yes. Pharmacist, yes. Then I cried again. Oh pleaseeee. A lot of dramas.

And sitting for hours in a plane actually bored me. I was thinking about Mini Shopaholic novel that Shushy has promised to give me, but she never give me, Janji Melayu ever. Then I remember about Shushy, how close we were and I sobbed again. Haaah, so fragile then.

Okay. This is Suez Canal. Godddd, very beautiful view. And someone told me that long, small white dots were the ships. Oh right, History subject, Form 2. Right. Now I knew.

Egypt. Pastel buildings' colour. Sandy. Dusty. One week here and I still got cough.

My ex diploma coursemate, Rab, she told me to be good here, to study well here, bla bla bla heheh and I was touched when she said, always be careful of what you say and do. This is bumi barakah. She made me ponder for minutes. She's right. I should behave. You can't find wacky Qistina in Egypt, but honestly, I'm in the process of being a good person. I learn new things every day. So yes, please guy, just pray for my best. 

:)

Packing and leaving

I don't want to go back to this time again. It was such an awful moment, choosing what clothes to bring, folded them and arranged them neatly. And thinking how was I going to bring all of these?

Because I needed to take 2 flights on that day of departure. First flight from Kelantan to KL and KL to Egypt. So it meant my bags needed to be weighted 2 times. Dad said, "No extra kilos. Just bring important things". Hellllo, Kuwait Airlines only allows 30 kilos. How was I supposed to start a new life here with only 30 kg?! Oh man.

Okay.

Messy, I know. But that's not the point. I had to leave half of my clothes and bring only the important ones. Hello, maxi dresses were important actually. I mean what's the point of checking ThePopLook's website every 10 minutes just to make sure the stock were in so you won't missed buying it, then found out that you had to leave the dresses in Malaysia and only come back next year?!

Well, that's what I faced. I said to Ameerul, "I'm frustrated. I have to leave many of my fav clothes. And some of them, I never wear them. You know, my heart sinks and I shed tears when I put my red pant into the cupboard".

Ameerul replied, "Can you just be normal?"

Man never understand.

And I said to mom, "This one, I never wear this, I will be sad if you wear this first." (Cause mom and I share the same size).

Well you know, I repacked my luggage almost 6 times but it still overweight. You know how we measured it? This...

Yes this hahaha. But this one's accurate. Then I gave up, I said to mom, "I don't want to go to Egypt". Mom said, "We can do this". She repacked it then.

And yes, some dramas at the airport. I told my mom to not cry.

Adik Ejah who refused to be in my arm at first. She might not know how far Egypt was. I miss everyone in Malaysia now.