Lacey Flint

We agreed to check out Cheshire Oaks Designer Outlets. Some of the girls prepared aims to several items. Me? I prefer, “I’ll buy something if there’s one catching my eyes.”

I loved shopping, but didn’t plan shopping as part of my UK-Eire trip. I was more into sightseeing. 

So, unfortunately, I couldn’t join the same fun as the girls did. But I was glad to see their bright eyes. I was so easy to be pleased.

Perhaps I was amazingly specific on what I want that none of the items at the brand outlets seem to be good deals to me. 50%, 70% cut off? Still a no. 

Or perhaps designer bags and shoes were too exclusive to a cheap person like me, that I didn't think how I performed in Paediatrics End Round Exam deserved such reward.

As they entered the last store, I entered a bookstore there. How I appreciate the bookworm side of me.  

I usually preferred biographies and factual books but I decided to move to another genre. I saw Nelson Mandela biography but my fingers were only passing by it. 

Since I loved my first chiller novel, I wanted more goose bumps this time.

Alas, I bought ‘Like This, For Ever’ by S. J. Bolton.  

In this novel, a character felt close to me was Lacey. She loved walking near the river at night; while couple of months ago I fantasized doing the same thing with Nile River. 

It is like, “Hey, we have a thing in common, Lacey!”

Luckily, I sublimated that wild fantasy into staring at Cliffs of Moher, Ireland on February 5.

  

These days, instead of the sky, I tend to choose the sea. Uh-uh. 

Better Off Alone

I was so lucky to be chosen as one of participants of a leadership course from 5^th December to 8^th December held by the embassy and scholarship sponsors.

We were divided into groups. In one of the group sessions, we were instructed to draw a tree/plant that represents us. Then all members, not knowing whose sketches in each paper, guess the personality of the persons who draw them.

Okay, my drawing’s turn.

I drew a bird on a branch to symbolize my one and only brother. One mistaken for a squirrel.

I filled the tree bark with few wrinkles. One interpreted as someone who is the oldest in our group. Hooray! You are good.

Next, another guess,

“This person is lonely,” because I didn't draw other objects around that tree such as human and swing.

I thought I put simplicity statement vividly enough by not adding other structures around my symbolic tree.

Maybe the right sentence is, “This person loves to be left alone.” I don’t know. I should know myself better.

Okay, NOW I feel lonely when I relate to certain issues. Could he/she be true?

p/s: Lately my fantasy is to stand alone watching Nile river in the night. Unfortunately that’s impossible. It’s too unsafe to fulfill that crazy 2013 fantasy and it’s already Disember 14, almost New Year 2014. Lol.

My Man is All Mine

“…I have passion in teaching, blah blah…”

Dr. Gadallah’s energetic introduction enlivened back my ambition to be a lecturer/teaching professor one day. I do not want to be a lecturer because my husband tells me so or because someone wants me to slow down work in the field.

I want to be a person who can help people access information with meaningful understanding. I want it to be fiery passion.

Our lecturers here in Kasr al-Ainy Faculty of Medicine have various techniques to keep us stay awake. Because everyone knows our brain capabilities.

Two hours non-stop monotonous lecture?  I should be thankful enough no epileptic attacks are involved.

I have seen there are quite a number who fall under the ‘X Factor-category’. One of them, Dr. B was fairly witty and knew well to win our hearts. Definitely patients’ favorite doctor, I think.

He interchanged in between that day’s lesson with jokes, personal stories and real-life questions.

“If your husband wants to marry another woman, will you…”

With due respect to women all around the world having rights to choose, I was certain to shriek, “No” but Dr. B left me no option.

“…will you allow him or KILL him?”

Female territory in that small lecture room was mute. Oh doctor, you gave most of us no option. I knew he did not mean ‘kill’ literally. I just prefer “Not allow” over “Kill him”. Gosh.

Then I heard my good friend who recently learnt to curse in English whispered to me, “Go to hell!”, intended for such question. Then, her wicked smile. 

I shouldn’t have let her watch that assassin movie.

I think I’ve planted the seed of a potential killer.

 :O

p/s: I thought I was the only mean one. I just love my friend.

Biting the Lips

I realised I had a bad habit. I loved biting my lips. One time it was the lower lip. Then another day, upper lip. It depends on which over-dehydrated first. 

Winter season? Oh yeah... behold. A wave of lip-biting weirdos are coming... Worse than Plants vs. Zombies. 

I just felt the urge to remove that tiny, little area of dry epithelium immediately. Was almost an obsession, addiction maybe? 

But hey, I will swim into medical practice soon. In another two and a half years, I mean. Hehe.  By the way, I'll start my fifth year in Kasr al-Ainy Faculty of Medicine by October 19. 

So I need to stop. One day I could send wrong, inappropriate signals! Read this. Hope that I didn't send those awkward messages. Or I already did? Most importantly, I don't want to look disgusting to my friends. (lower my shoulders)

Just imagine, you're a guy. Double the drama, you're a shy type of guy. Off you go to the stage to present the most boring chapter on Earth, with pride, then just 15 minutes through the session, you glance at a side of the lecture hall. 

There you saw a girl, biting her lower lip like she meant it towards you. Oh my. Although all she really did was hating lip balms or Vaseline.  They said it's good to change eye contacts once in a while during presentation. Public speaking thing. They said it would be for a better presentation. Sobs. Poor shy guy. 

Hmm... I literally ruined too many first impressions before. (lower my shoulders even more) 

Da da dum da da dee,

Let's just move on shall we?
Wee.

Weird.