27 May 2014

Ke$hiar Kronikels

In case you haven't heard I tried working as a cashier at aeon to fill my free time before I start working at any assigned hospital and here are some encounters and observation from yours truly! 


A person's purchase is an invitation for an outlook on their lifestyle.

Or at least what they're planning to have for dinner. You can tell a lot from what a person is buying from the grocery/ supermarket section. From what I had encountered, I have met someone who is:

a) planning on a movie night in or sleepover. Too many chips and nachos with dips there, missie.
b) crazy cat lady (okay, she's not crazy per say but you know as writing goes, she's crazy to me). 40 cans of Fancy Feast, 20 packets of Whiskas and two huge bags (which hurt my shoulder for days when I had to pick it up from her trolley to scan geez) of dry cat food.
c) having Italian perhaps with the loved ones. Parmesan, spaghetti, mushroom, fresh basil and tomatoes.
d) a boyfriend who is trying to win his girl after their little fight yesterday. Too many expensive chocolates in one basket there, sir. Okay, perhaps he is having a bad day.
e) too lazy to boil water for drinking. 10 bottles of mineral water.
f) a health freak. Too many white meats, proteins (2 dozens of organic eggs) and antioxidant rich fruits there, sir.


Despite my (in)famous disability to recognize and memorize names and faces, I had somehow managed to recognize some regular customers that returning to check out at my counter. The tall and lanky, chinese guy, an expat with that receding hairlines who is a sweetheart because he always returned my "good evening, sir!" with a proper "good evening to you to miss" and generous with smile, a pakistani auntie who never complained on how slow I was on my first day managing the cash register alone, that SPM leaver who works at Nando's and always buy 2 HL milk, daily (seriously I wonder how fast she finishes both within 24 hours) and a malay kakak who works at the nearby Bodyshop which I initially suspect a mak nyah who turned out to be a true woman HAHAHAHAHAHA. In my defense, she's so tall and her face have drag queen-ish features okay.


I have figured the best way to make sure customer don't buy plastic bag during Friday & Saturday; by hiding them all in the locker underneath and put only 5-6 super small plastics in the drawer beside the cash register. 

This way I can simply show the customer that I have "no plastic bag" even if they insist on buying (and ignore the pledge to save mother earth, hello I, myself avoid plastic bags whenever possible especially if I buy something small from any supermarket, thank god for big shopping bag I always carry around!) and save myself from explaining to these people why selling even just one plastic bag can harm the planet. Simple, because the customer behind will see there are plastic bags available and ask to purchase them as well just to make things easier. Domino effect you see. 

I even sold out all those recycle bags from my counter and the two counters next to me because of this trick of mine to my manager surprise hahahaahahaha! Bijak kan?


I like foreigners over locals. Yeah, dasar pandang ke barat hahahahaha! Reasons being:

1) They always bring their own bags on Friday & Saturday. One point for helping to conserve our earth for the future! And never question whenever I inform them today is "No plastic bag day, sir/ miss" with and reply me with "I don't mind bringing these with my hands" or "No problem. I can use the trolley". In fact, most of them even bring a recycleable bag even they come on all the other days.

2) They appreciate whenever I greet them with "Good morning!" or kata kata yang sewaktu dengannya. I once did the same to a Chinese lady and all I got in return was "Apa pagi pagi? You buat kerja lah!" -_-

3) They respect me as a person. With all the friendly small talks while I am scanning their purchases or ease my job a little by packing the things themselves.

Which brings me to an encounter I shall never forget in my next point...


One day I had this one particular customer. A student from a quite well-known private medschool in Malacca. How did I know that he is a medstudent? Well, he had his nametag on during the encounter. So this fellow came to my counter, with a snobbish facial expression across his face as if he thinks he's was above me, and asked in English (in very weird accent to be honest):

"Miss, can I use my card here?"

Okay, I have a debit card but I never use mine since I prefer to pay in cash. So I always regard myself as "not that well acknowledged" with all these banking infos much unlike others. As far as I know, the machine accept any cards. But I was still unsure. And I was a little pissed with his attitude towards a cashier, so I replied back in normal English just to let him know I can converse in English too!

"Hurm, I am not sure, sir. May I have a look at your card first?"

"Okay. My card is a rare one."

I smiled in return while waiting for him to open his wallet. And to my amusement, his so called "rare" card is from surprise! Surprise!


I swear I could roll on the floor laughing my ass off. Maybank is not rare. Amex is. In a day, I usually get one or two customers using Amex. One weekend, I had five customers using Amex. Maybank? Pfffttt.

I tried to hide my glee and just replied saying "Yes we accept Maybank here, sir". I actually put this story up in Facebook and some friends suggested to viva him with medic questions HAHAHAHAHA. If in the future I come across this fellow while working at any hospital, I shall have my revenge back (Yes, I have his face burned into my brain for infinity).


There was another auntie which really pissed me off as well. One day I was assigned at this particular counter which had the reputation of having a stupid and troublesome cash register. I was warned by a fellow cashier friend the night before after telling him my schedule for the next day. And true enough, I had a hard time dealing with it all thanks to the stupid receipt printer that kept getting stuck for no reason at all! 

Most of my customers that day were understandin enough to be patient because it was obviously not my fault and they had the brain to think. But at one point when the machine gone crazy I was forced to close my counter and this unfortunately auntie was pissed (which I understood la given her situation) so I apologized again and again to her despite her annoying facial expression and off she went to the next lane to queue. 

And then my supervisor came and tried to repair the thing and told me to try using it for the next customer to see whether it could work or not. This auntie at the next lane saw I turned on my light again and quickly pushed her trolley and came over to me with an eager face.

So I explained to her given the situation the printer could go wrong again at any time but she insisted because she "has no time to queue". I told her again I "can't guarantee the machine will work 100% but we can try" and true enough the printer stuck again just after I scanned her first item.

But what happend next left me speechless.

This auntie got angry and scolded me for wasting her time! Very stupid la when I already told and explained to her the risk and possibility beforehand but she chose to go for it anyway (haiya haiya don't care la! Yeap that was what she said) and still had the guts to blame me when I tried my best to be polite and smile given that I had done nothing wrong.

She left her trolley, walked off and dramatically said loudly "I won't come here again!" and for the first time ever I was rude to a customer because I called after her and replied "gee, thanks we can do without you anyway" hahahahaha. Supervisor came to the rescue again and told me to close the counter and go take five to cool down while they bring down a new printer to my counter.



Anyway, I only lasted there for 18 days because after that I was busy preparing myself for my SPA interview and settling all those medical checkup and whatnots afterwards. At one point I actually had to bring a borrrowed copy Sarawak medical handbook to the counter with me and try reading it when there was no customer prior to the day of my interview. It was super hard to apply for unpaid leave so I simply stopped going to work. Yeah, bad ass, that's how I roll bebeh. But I at least acquired a new skill and gained new experiences. And mostly, I learnt how to deal and be patient with pricks (which I am sure to come across once i start working at hospital).

17 February 2014

Graduated: Another Chapter of Life Closed.

As I sit on the stage, facing the audiences, listening to speech after speech, I couldn't help to be overwhelmed thinking about the past 7 years which I mostly documented on this blog....

Blablabla some sentimental shits about my past 7 years in Egypt blablabla feeling happy blablabla deepest gratitude to all the doctors and professors blablabla thanks to all the juniors who worked hard to make this event a special one for us blablabla to everyone who attended and celebrated and showered me with gifts and flowers until my parents complained about having to sit uncomfortably in the taxi because they took too much space and because I made them hold some of them for me bahahahaha and a funny handmade card that was so spot on about me! Hahahaha.

Yeah, you get the gist. Not that I am not grateful but I find it hard for me to express the exact feeling.

Some of the shots I managed to take on that day.

Clockwise from top left: #OOTD, selfie-ing with flowers in the taxi on the way back, witty card from Mary D, a set of pen and mechanical pencil from Atiqoh and Nadhrah with marshmallow, and presents from The Parental Unit (They knew I loved buying special edition watches especially during valentines so they got me a pair because I complained about my current one wahahaha I should complain more after this I think)

And apparently pens seemed to be the famous choice as gift this year. I got three of them plus a pencil. I think that will last me a whole year of housemanship already!

The second place went to chocolates. Hehehehe.

And a monkey. LOL.

So now I am officially an alumni of Ain Shams University with a MBBch? What has changed?

Nothing. Except for the fact that I am now no longer class-bound (yay!) and have to fill lots of forms before I start to serve the community back then.

Anyway, more pictures soon (if I feel like sharing it). My personal photographer that I specially approached and hired during my final exam (jurugambar hot kena la book cepat kahkah) is yet to finish editting them for me. Aherherherher. Can't wait!

Only 8 days left before I left Egypt for good.
The sadness has started to kick in.

And it's hard to believe that there will be no more post categorized under "varsity life" after this.

07 February 2014

#27 she...

... sometimes questions her worth because she always attracts the wrong kind of people.

01 February 2014

Cainis Noo Yah With Cen Ni.

Cen Ni: Pink, I changed my job! Have I told you?
Me: Wow. Noooo, working as what now?
CN: Never pay attention to my FB!
Me: I rarely open friends' page la
CN: As geisha.
Me: Got wear weird red lipstick anot
CN: ...
Me: Put flour on face anot?
CN: Hint: logo is round, green and people drink it.
Me: 7up?
CN: That's not round la!
Me: Or heineken? Hahahaha I don't know. Okay, pepsi with some weird green logo.
CN: Another hint: People drink every morning.
Me: Tequila? Hahahaha that's what Ellen taught me. She said she had tequila every morning.
CN: Slap you. Cmon be smarter. How come you're stupid wan. Somemore a doctor.
Me: Starbucks?
CN: Wah smart now.
CN: Back to stupid pink again.
Me: Then what? Marketing?
CN: Yes!
Me: Well, I think baristas have more fun.
CN: :-|
Me: You can sneakily put whiskey in the orders
Me: Make everyone goes to work drunk.
CN: ................

29 January 2014

Medschool Journey: Oct 2006 - January 2014, a Summary.

First year - Pass on all 4 subjects (borderline marks really). This year I was still in the G2G program. With zero knowledge of arabic language and I had to endure lectures that were given in Arabic with no arabic basics. Barely made it through the year. Had to re-sit for two papers and surprisingly, passed both of them.

Second year - Again had to re-sit for three papers and I failed. This was the year that I lost all motivations and hopes. I was going through things alone and not understanding the lessons made me lost interest in medicine. I even thought of quitting and went back to Malaysia and if I couldn't get the same course, I would make do with a different one. Maybe I wasn't destine to be a doctor.

Repeat second year - My shining beacon of hope. Since I didn't pass the exams, I brought the matter to my sponsor. Made a plea to transfer me into the MOU course (because they were teaching in english). Who cares about not having any Egyptians friends? Or learning arabic? Some friends at that time told me that I should just stay in G2G because at least I would be surrounded with a different culture, people and that would make me stronger blablabla. But what good would that be if I am losing myself, motivation-less, skipping classes (because I saw no point of stressing myself out on things I couldn't digest) and putting my future at risk?

After a lot of visits to the sponsor's HQ finally I was transferred into MOU. Alhamdulillah. Passed my second year finally!

Third year - Passed on the first exam! With my first ever Jayyid (though it was borderline as well but hey who cares?) I was so happy. Felt sooooo good knowing I could go back to Malaysia for my summer break and enjoyed myself immensely without worrying about dur thani.

Fourth year - Another Jayyid with a better percentage. I remembered how good it felt back then knowing you didn't make it through just enough. And this was the year I made a promise to myself that I should do my best to achieve something better than the year before. I knew I wasn't a mumtaz material but at least I should put all efforts and tried my best.

Fifth year - The year I was aiming for Jayyid Jiddan, but I was 12 marks (if I remember correctly) shy from it. Was really frustrated at first but oh well, as the saying goes, "itu rezeki yang Allah bagi". And hey I was finally a final year student so that was good! Yay.

Final year - The night before our results would be officially announced, I was a nerve-wreck. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, annoyed countless friends with my whining before I stopped myself and cried non-stop. The worst moment ever throughout my medschool journey. I was contemplating not to attend the convocation rehearsal that morning. Too scared thinking about the worst possibility.

Apparently I cried myself to sleep and woke up at 8am. Holey macaroni! I was late. Quick shower (cold water brrr no time to switch on the heater or boil water brrr) and went out. Thought I would be late but when I reached the place it was empty except for the egyptian who was taking care of the hall.

Was really half-hearted throughout the rehearsal though I didn't show much. Kept thinking to myself that I might not be able to join the event if I failed. Finished the rehearsal at 11.15am. Waited in the college ground since the results were rumored to come out at noon.

12.30pm still nothing. Tried to distract my mind by playing candy crush (of all things hahaha).

12.45pm one of our co-ordinators uploaded the results in FB group. Was shakily trying to load the page. Scrolled to the end of the picture (since my ID number was the last one) and looked at the left most corner. Couldn't believe my eyes. Called The Parental Unit in Malaysia (who were away from the phones at that time, how convieniet). Finally got through. Cried during the call. That was how relieved I was.

And how happy I was because at least I got my dream of getting something other than the usual Jayyids. Although my rank would not be as good as the final year results but who cares! I fulfilled my promise to get better with each year and that is what matters the most, getting better in life. The Parental Unit was of course, ecstatic and happy knowing their daughter had achieved her dream. Hehe.


And if you asked me personally, having to repeat your study for another year/ re-sit for a paper is definitely the best thing that can happen to anyone. It's saddening, yes, but you will learn to accept that life can throw anything and sucker punch your face, and you have to be prepared for any possibilities.

That, my dear, is something not everyone can experience and is priceless.

"So trust me. I am really, really, really a doctor now." 

Really can't wait for the convocation this 15 Feb!!!!! *tries hard to contempt excitement

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