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. 

30th

Well, I don't blog for so long, frankly, anyone misses me? Haha. I'm still alive btw, and still with UTI, so don't worry, nothing has changed.

It's just that, I'm in Egypt now, wohooo thank God, I'm safe, no crash aeroplane, I didn't experienced any jet lag, mabuk or whatever. But I miss Malaysia so much. I mean, where can I find sambal udang here?

And I've got a lot of things to update. But let me leave you with this video first. Funny, awkward story behind this vid, I actually posted it to Ameerul's FB (cause this one's for him) and I got a "like" from my dad. Fine. And I'm not sure what's "like" meant to him. Get married early, maybe? Well, maybe not.




Happy 30th month anniversary. Seriously, international call costs a lot. I had to pay about 20LE (RM10) for 2 minutes of phone call to Malaysia. But they said, "Cinta Itu Buta", nahh I'm blinded by love, okay. Haha. So I called him, with a very quick wish and the call ended.

He texted me then, "This is our 30th month anniversary but I still love you like the old times bla bla bla", you got me cried a river man. Don't do it again, it might annoy my housemates. Hahaha.