Keep Calm.

How on Earth do you know which decision you make is going to make you regret making it in the future, and which isn't?

I'm a strong person, I know. But every person has limits. And I feel that I'm dangerously near mine.

EFF THIS.

Norm.

*sighs*

I probably have to put this blog on another hiatus, coz I can't seem to find the time to update it anymore. Usually I take about an hour (if not more, and it often always is) to write ONE post, and nowadays, I simply don't have the time. Well, I do. But I'd prefer to not spend it here anymore. This does not at all imply that I've lost interest in blogging, coz writing will always be one of the things I love to do.

Despite having lots of things to tell, I can't actually write them out here. Simply because some things are meant to be private, and some things... well you just wouldn't want to jinx. (I don't really believe in jinxes, but this helps minimize any damage that might happen in the aftermath of something.)

A lot of my friends manage their blogs well, and are able to update theirs accordingly. Trust me, I'd loveeee to update mine like I used to. But in case you didn't know, I hadn't had a good first year here in Alexandria. I was homesick, and had trouble accepting being here and other stressful situations added up. And that resulted in well... bad results. And so, as a consequence of THAT, now I have more to catch up on compared to most other colleagues of mine.

I'm not complaining because well, thats how it goes. You seek trouble, you face it when it comes back at you. 

I guess when I realllly have the time, and when I've put myself in line and straighten up, I'll go back to my impulsive-update self. And InsyaAllah will do my best to post about the rest of my England trip last week (it's still a  tad bit incomplete) and the wayyy too overdue post about The Dodol Incident. Which I am STILL quite intent on writing about coz I promised that I'd write about it no matter what and no matter WHEN. 

YES. Even if a year passes, I'm still gonna share that story with anyone who reads my blog. LOL.

So, thats it. Please have your best wishes prepared for me!

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Since I'm already writing anyway, I think I should mention that I found this guy I once liked through Facebook. He's taken, of course, but looking at pictures (though a little different from how I remembered him) reminded me of how much he resembles Jess Mariano, a character in Gilmore Girls played by Milo Ventimiglia. And how much I liked him back then.

Probably because he was the first guy to ever actually notice me during my awkward first year of high school. But definitely, definitely because he resembled Milo. LOL.

And there ain't nothing wrong with looking like this. :-9

If you happen to know me very well, or have been around me a lot you'd know that I hadn't shown much emotion over homosapiens of the opposite sex ever since, well, honestly, Mister, so what I've been feeling lately surprised me more than anyone;

I actually miss having a crush.

Not sure about anything more than that, but right now: A person to moon over would be quite nice. Unfortunately, though I'd been interested in a few guys here before, none held my interest for long. And I did what I always do when I get bored/uninterested: Just dramatically decrease the amount of contact between said person/just cut him off entirely. Yes, this tends to confuse a few guys and piss them off actually (due to past experiences =___='), but its becoming a habit coz I'm not good with confrontations.

Am not looking for love (Okay I feel so cheesy having written this!!!) ... but it'd be nice to somewhat be a 'normal' girl who gets excited over boys again.

PS: The mention of Jess here suddenly makes me miss watching Gilmore Girls. ARGHHH. As if I needed the distraction! 

Both of them together: Too adorable. Sucks that they ended the series with Rory having NO ONE. She should've went with Jess back in this scene:

Super frustrating scene that I got super frustrated at and literally cried afterwards.

Mmmmm kayyyy THATS IT!

Great Britain (Pt 1 - The Journey)

Okay, so my flight to London Heathrow was scheduled to be on 12th November at 9.45 am. So obviously enough, I had to get my ass down to Cairo the night before to avoid any mishaps. And so awayyy I went, leaving my bed looking like THIS:

Okayyy the 'AWAY' sign might have been a little more in-your-face than intended. LOL. Especially when my housemates will be around the house from the 16th, while I will be back on the 21st. If all goes well, InsyaAllah. :-)

After an bum sore-ing journey by train to Cairo, that I did not manage to sleep through BTW thanks to the unexpectedly cold weather and the paranoia, courtesy of myself coz I didn't trust anyone around me, so I kept hold on my backpack REAL tight, and stole glances at my luggage above my head every 5 minutes or so. -___-" I mean, I trusted the old man next to me, I guess. Coz he reads the Quran ALL THE WAY from Alexandria to Cairo. YES. All 3 hours of it.

But then again, they read the Quran the same way they would a book. (Okay, so what's my point? -___-")

BUT I'm paranoid WITH a reason. The other day when I was queueing to purchase my textbook, I SWORE I heard my backpack rustling, and it so happens that an Arab dude was standing next to me, and EVERY TIME I turned around to check, his hands always scattered from what I expect to be my backpack to his pockets, his waistband, his zippers (???). THANK GOD nothing was missing though. So yeah, now I don't trust any bloody Arabs, except my landlord, perhaps. 

Coz when someone 'supposedly' educated (he was a university student) tried to steal stuff from me, how do I know every other person won't? And my guard is always ON whenever I travel alone anyways.

Okay panjang pulak cerita ya.

So I stayed overnight at the Malaysian 'hall' here in Egypt, courtesy of me highschool friends Lala and Erin. SOOO glad that a lot of friends are scattered all over Egypt now, so I'd probably have no problems regarding penginapan y'knowww. Teehee.

Slept for like, 4 hours or so before I left at 7.15 am for the airport.

Y'know, I thought that Cairo's airport being international and all, it'd be a smoother trip. But noooo. THIS is what I had to go through before I could get to the check-in counter:

I mean, yeah maybe its necessary for them to have this kind of security measure, coz for all I know, most airports lead you straight to the check-in counter without needing to screen your luggage first. But its okay. I'm cooool with it. Sure, some people ticked me off when they cut through the so-called 'queue', but I kept my calm. Stuck my iPod in, IGNORE THE WORLD. Which was the opposite of what the girl in front of me was doing, coz she simply would not LET GO of the fact that an older couple cut pass her, and kept complaining to every airport personnel that walked by. 

It was righteous of her, but got a taddd bit ridiculous after the first half hour. The girl has issues with letting go, seriously. I pity her ex-boyfriends. (Tak pasal pasal.)

When I finally DID got on the plane, my flight got delayed. 

FOR MORE THAN AN HOUR.

Hell, yes. There goes my plan of walking aimless around London before my sister Lisa gets down there from Manchester. Coz as it turns out, she checked into the hotel before I did. And by the time I reached the hotel I was pretty STUMPED.

SUPER TIRED.

I usually always get the seat by the window every time I travel by myself, without me asking for it, but this time I TOTALLY forgot to ask coz I really really really like staring outside the window kay. Cloud formations make me happy, and an aerial view of London would just make me ecstatic. But unfortunately/fortunately enough, I got a seat right smacked in the middle. Thank goodness that the baby next to me this time isn't as annoying as the one who belonged to a pair of Indian couple. THAT LIL BASTARD MONSTER KEPT KICKING ME and his father did NOTHING ABOUT IT. Grrrr.

Watched the movie Flipped, which was kinda awesome. LOVE!

And after a five hour flight that felt like the LONGEST I've ever been on, I finally finally reached London! Got so excited I began snapping away at everything. Especially ones that proves I was actually there already, like this:

Alhamdulillah. Made it safe and sound.

Though, I still had to go through immigration. And well, the one at Heathrow is supposedly 'famous' for being strict. I think its because of a bombing scare that one time. Andddd I made it through, Alhamdulillah. I was even more thankful when I found out someone else's sibling was coming in from Egypt as well, and he/she was not granted permission to enter Britain. So said person was sent back home to Malaysia. I mean, WHOA. 

By the time I got onto the Heathrow Express to Paddington, I looked like this:

Scared O not? LOL. And I seriously need to do something regarding my skin. Its getting worser by the day. *sad*

And then, FINALLY;

MADE IT.

Can't even begin to tell you how TIRED I was at this point.

Out and About.

An update tonight, insyaAllah.

I am currently alone in the apartment hotel my sister and I are staying in coz she has classes from 9 till 5. So, right after this post I'm going to FINALLY take a shower and wander around on my own. Perhaps get some stuffs that a few friends asked me to get for them, and well. Perhaps even more shopping. TEEHEE.

I've been sleeping inconsistently these few nights, especially the last two nights in Manchester, coz I've been having a cold ever since we arrived. But yeah, its ironic how I'm a medical student but I refuse any type of medication, with the exception of the homeopathic ones my parents supplied me with. IDK why, but I trust my body to heal on its own. And drugs scare me. Even when they're prescribed. 

It so happens that I'm not a big fan of all the pharmacological stuffs we've been learning this year. -____-" 

Oh BTW, am feeling a lot better, with the exception of the recurring minor headaches and sore throat and coughing. But other than that, I'm feeling dandy.

So I shall now leave for its almost noon, and I wouldn't want to waste a whole day just lounging around doing nothing. NUH HUH. Especially not when I'm in one of my favourite places on the surface of this PLANET. The first place goes to Malaysia, no doubt. Coz there really IS no place like home bebeh. *flashes smile*

TTFN! Ta Ta For Now! 

Again.

What doesn't kill you and fo sho won't ever do,

can only make you stronger!

Come on, self. Put the past behind you.

Allah tests each people differently, and THIS, is yours.

Accept it, make adjustments, and CONQUER.

InsyaAllah.