So precious

Sometimes, when you love someone and you can't be there for them when they need you it makes the pain even worse. Sometimes that's the strongest indicator of love, the way we act in emergencies.

Last night one of my best freinds' sister passed away after a horribly long and painful week at the hospital. I know too well how aching that waitingprocess can be and I can't stop crying for them. She was young and beautiful and is leaving behind two small children, a husband and a loving family. RIP.

Singing in the rain

I missed Egypt today. I miss it being yom iggom3a and waking up hung over as hell, tumbling down town to meet up with Annie over Koshari with pubic-hair in it and giggle over the stories we made the night before. The only day of the week we were almost left without harassment, staring at the people praying in the streets. I miss Annie not being pregnant and having a sensible life, i miss a partner in crime. I miss Hurreya and the little beans they gave us with our beers and mice running around on the floor between the customers feet. I miss the food, i miss having el3omda downstairs and delights delivered for a fraction of a buck. I miss the sun, i miss our veranda. I miss Alex and the little tam3ia-place i found, and falafel-places at home are starting to piss me off. I miss american men and the way they think you are capable of travelling around the world alone yet not walk yourself home at night. I miss being walked home at night when the rape-rates are exploding all over town. I miss double turkish coffees that i don't have to make myself. And i miss the flamenco-bakery pain au chocolat and i miss my friends. And i miss travelling. I miss speaking arabic. I miss kwagaga-parties and i miss going to the most expensive places in town for lunch any given day.

I just finished my last exam for now and did what we always do where we always go with the people i'm always with. And it's great, but sometimes it's a fucking acke not to move around when that's all i want to do.

Like a rolling stone

Finished the first of my exams with medium results (It hasn't been censored yet). Somehow survived my own life trough yet another month of bills, booze and babes. Doctor called me in to talk about my bloodwork, so I have to go back there soon. Atleast I've gotten rid of that boring flu I had. I suspect it's just my B12 though, which is common in the aftermath of thyreoditis (it's also common for old ladies, alcoholics and vegetarians, so I'm not far off here). Another exam Tuesay, then some mandatory arabic-work, and I'll have so much more spare-time to read, work, drink or do whatever. And then i'll get my scholarships back too, which is good stuff. Still fighting the buraucracy when it comes to my lost semester, but it's work in progress. Still in the race.