egyptians are indeed unique. and funny.

today is indeed an interesting day. honestly. well if you cut out the tear-and-burn-the-result-papers part, of course.
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they are doctors. they learn about health. life. treatments. medications. everything that can make our life better.

and yet they smoke.

note: 'they' is referring to those egyptians medicine students.

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when i said " la'k " to an lecturemate, an egyptian girl, i never knew it would gave such a great impact. an utter amazement complete with wide eyed and opened mouthed expression. she was surprised to find that i can speak arabic.

i have been living here for five months. obviously, i would definitely pick up some vocab right? and " la'k " is just a simple word that even a small kids could say it out. and yes, i can speak arabic. brokenly and influently. in a rojak way like the english plus arabic. and i do know some old and new arabic words.

geez, i don't know how will they react if speak fully in arabic but brokenly? passed out maybe? or worse, die?

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i had been wondering until today why were the lecturers kinda ignoring me when we, the 13 malaysian student went to see them after every tutorial to ask her for another explaination again in english. my wonderment was answered this afternoon in the histological tutorial.

lecturer: why are you here? with these people?
me: ...*looking totally blur* huh? (apa masalah pula perempuan ni?)
lecturer: *raising her eyebrows questioningly not in a nice way*
friends: *started to look at the lecturer and me*
me: *clearing my throat* i am listening to your explaination (what else you think i am doing lah weyh? wasting my time here to listen to you babbling is it?)
lecturer: what you want to ask? i am entertaining the malaysian?*these was actually said in arabic and luckily i understood it* (she was looking kinda irritated with my presence there, i know)
me: well, i don't understand arabic. so i don't really understand what you were saying in class (duh. you think i prefer standing here, listening to you and wasting my time while i can go to the restaurant and buy me a nice hamburger for lunch is it? my tummy is rumbling lah weyh!)
lecturer: *looked taken back and confused* aren't you an egyptian?
me: erm, no. (okay, i know what's going on now and what question will be coming up next. no prize for guessing the next one million worth question though)
lecturer: then why you look like an egyptian?
me: errr ....hahaha i don't know (because i consist of 44 chromosomes. 22 from each mother and father, lady! both are malays. and i don't know why i look like this. it's god's creation! does that answer you??!)
lecturer: malaysian?
me: yes *smile sheepishly* (duh. then why am i with them (the malaysian students)? just having fun is it?)
lecturer: i see(suddenly her expression cleared up as if we just met santa or orlando bloom( okay, mr. bloom - that is in my case) )..i love malaysia so much. you have such a good industries. i know abdullah badawi(and she started to talk about our country)...bla bla bla (our question on yellow elastic tissue were laid forgotten on the table)...bla bla bla... i hope egypt will be like malaysia one day...bla bla bla (and still not stopping. she totally forgot about the question i guess) and i hope we can get someone like mahathir to rule us (*eyes half closing*)

the rest of the conversation doesn't worth to be put here. really.

i know i do look a bit like an egyptian. i can't help it. i was tired on answering 'are you a mixed?' question back in malaysia and i was secretly hoping it would stop when i reached here. hell, no. and my fondness of wearing the selendang doesn't help either.

okay there is no point denying or hiding the fact now that my face features really shows what i am. okay, here goes my big time for the confession of the year.

anyway, sorry guys for lying to all of you. i know you all gonna hate me after this. *tears start to well up in eyes. blink them off* i won't be angry if you don't want to be friend with me ever again. i know i deserve no one for making lies. i am a bad person i know that.

but at least after this i am free of any more guilt. so much for denying it. so much for trying to be someone i couldn't even be. i am pathetic. i know.

so here goes *takes a deep breath*:

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I AM A MIXED BLOOD.

A BLEND OF KOPI CAMPUR SUSU.

how's that people? so much for being a drama queen eh? lol.

i guess life is just weird special unique. for lack of suitable word. really, my english is not improving since i came here. and their english class was like so primary-ish. so pointless.

i actually imagined that we have to write an essay on inspiring topics (give reasons why we should stop banning bloggers from speaking out their minds. okay, just joking. don't sue me.) when we are in university but no. the first essay that we had to write is a laugh. not to mention stupid.

guess what?

we had to write an essay consisted of only five sentences about our future husband. and i didn't even bother to hand in the essay. that was the first and the last time i attended his class. as if there wasn't any better topics to be written about.

the people here really love to think about marriage. and sex (maybe). once my friend got proposed to marry an unknown guy she met by the road only because she asked him about directions. maybe i should replace the english lecturer and teach the egyptians here instead. maybe i should start making tuitions? now that's a thought. and i can make more money. ha-ha-di-ha.