søndag, september 24, 2006

Ana mish khowega

So this is the exact moment when i realise i have to get up in 4 hrs to prepare myself for a colloquial-arabic test that i should have been able to slide trough like a buttered penguin on an iceberg by now. That is, however, not the case and i've yet to figure out what the difference between studying at home and studying in general is, or the difference between left and right is for that manner. Studying at all would probably have been the best option in any case, but those who knows me knows i know better than that. Atleast until i'm hyperventilating in a dirty taxi on my way to uni after oversleeping an hour or four, risquing paying too much because i didn't have time to check if i had change for the rascals running this city.

Insh.a.allah Ramadan will start tomorrow and hopefully knock some mercy into their sticky fingers, and perhaps exhaust them enough to count ginehs by the pound rather than with forks. I've been feeling slightly wildandcrazy lately and today i gave one of them in for demanding more than my usual two-pound overprize. Ana mish khowega you feggin moron! and in my mind i added stuff like khamsa gineh kuwais giddan giddan, alibabaman! but i was too busy walking away with just as little dignity as i had when i got in that car, and didn't remember a word of the streetslang i'd just spent 3 hrs practicing. il.ham.dulilfriggen.illeh

-monster