Birell and the one who got away.

I feel 14 and drunk. The truth is though, that i am 24 and painfully sober. Sometimes life just plays tricks on you. Birell is a local non-alcoholic beer, and we're chugging it down like Murphys red on a friday night.

I've done stuff, i've hung out, i met great people, i went to Khan ElKhalili with Camille yesterday, and had a wonderful dinner with Raeanne and Sarah in the afternoon. Wine, girltalk great thaifood. Got up confused and slightly post-intoxicated for an AUC bustour to Coptic Cairo. Was cool at first, saw some interresting things, learned a little. By the time we got to the museum however, i was out of air, out of sleep and realising i hadn't eaten all day. Camille cracked me up infront of the Doktora and as i was so helplessly sleepdeprived i kept giggeling the painful last 30 minutes.

Afterwords i went to a korean place in Zamalek with finland and some cool girls that i instantly liked. Great food. Men and directions caused me a long walk home, but that was ok. Speaking of Suomi, my good old friend popped up on my msn and reported a spotfree status. V, if you read this, it's always good hearing from you again, espessially when life treats you well, you really deserve the best.

The consept of having a home with someone is changing it's view on me. A home is not a room, or space in any way shape or form. Home is just knowing somehow somewhere you belong. And i have that place with me whereever i go, because i am blessed enough in this world to have someone to turn to who gets the essencials of me.

I should study arabic, but i'm slightly knocked off my feet at the moment and have trouble concentrating. I called my girlfriends back home and had a chat, i miss you girls alot, it was good hearing from you again. I want a different structure to my days.

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