أهلا و سهلاَ إلى القاهرة Welcome to Cairo!

Well it's been 2 weeks here already so I thought it was about time I blogged. I suppose I should just start from the beginning:p
As soon as we got to the airport (oh, me sis came with me for the first 6 days) yeh, we were approached 3 or 4 times, and asked if there was someone waiting to pick us up. Thankfully we'd already arranged for someone from the hostel, cuz when we picked up our bags, we could see the crowd of peeps behind barrier things waiting for everyone. Noone except officials were actually allowed into the airport:s so yeh, we were immediately stared at and the guy with his lil sign for us, took us to his unmarked car, was really friendly, n gave us a choice of cassettes to listen to. Avril Lavigne was the best he had:$ So yeh, got downtown after half an hour and to the hostel at about 1am.
Next day was a friday...we decided to get up early and explore. Probs a bad idea to venture out early morning on a day of rest, cuz the main high street was a bit like a ghost town, and although the only flesh you could see on us was our arms, faces and hands, we felt reeeeaaaly uncomfortable. Basically that day we wandered around...we went to a posher part of town after plucking up the courage to catch a completely unroadworthy taxi. We went looking for a flat for me:) Well, not really, we were kinda approached with 'Flat to rent?' by several guys. Decided I dint wanna live by myself so we moved on.
Second day we went to the museum....where we came across pretty much the only westerners we'd seen since we got there...lots of them had not bothered to cover up at all, and i wondered how they got away with it. Then saw the huge tour buses full of em on, they must just jump on jump off n stick together all the time. Some guy helped us cross the road outside the museum, n then showed us his *pharmacy* of oils n potions n lotions. Said his sister or wife or summat worked for boots in Nottingham. After a bit of persuasion, him insisting it was Egyptian custom to invite people in for mint tea etc, and that he liked English people very much. Well in the end Zerlina bought some oil for Zab cuz he's allergic to alcohol in perfumes. Turns out, this has happened to 2 other people in my class:p And there was us thinking that we'd just come upon him by chance cuz he helped us cross half of a busy dual carriageway thing.
Third day we went looking for flats again, in another ex-pat area of town, wasn't successful. 4th day we checked out the institute im studying at just to see where it was n stuff. Came out, and were just wondering what to do, when zerlina suddenly went all stary eyed, and er limbs went floppy, n almost passed out. Sat er down, fanned err, and went to get er some sugar. Scared the hell outta me. So yeh, after sitting on the pavement for a while n gettin some looks from the locals, and the tourist police guys, we got back to t3h hostel. We both felt like shite n had a nap. And that was pretty much us for the next 3 days. I passed out during that night, cuz i was due a nurofen n had got all fevery, n got up too fast n kinda felt sick, then the next thing i remember is zerlina shouting at me n me sitting on the floor in our room, saying what are you doing?!
Anway, on the tuesday evening, I went to see a flat in Zamalek, a kinda posh are of town where loadsa embassies are etc.Moved in on the wednesday, just before Zerlina had to leave:( So I'm living with 2 guys, french, who are working at the french embassy.Richard and Florent, and Richard's girlfriend is visiting at the moment. They're really nice...bit older than me tho so feel a bit of a baby sometimes:p
There's a handy supermarket a mins walk away, and a costa coffee:p I get the taxi into the institute which takes about 10 mins...and costs a rather good 50p each way. Oh my god though, the streets of cairo aren't like any other streets ive seen before. not so bad around here, but downtown , n on the main roads there seem to be like no lanes, they all just drive to where they're goin. You kinda just have to look for gaps and go fer it across the roads n hopefully you'll get to the other side. Well at least noone WANTS to run you over...it's instant life in jail or summat if they do. Well i suppose it would be worth it if they hate westerners that much.
So now I've had a week of classes....2 classes a day 4 days a week, 2 or 2.5 hr classes. We get the normal friday and saturday weekend that egyptians do, plus sundays:D Loadsa homework though. Good job stuff is cheap cuz it means we can eat out fer like 2 pounds n get around town cheaply. And like a glass of fesh like smoothies of strawberry or mango(cuz they're in season now!) can be as little as 20p :):) in the juice bars. Havent been to the pyramids yet though! Oh and Ramadan has just started....im expecting peeps to be a bit miserable during the day...and im soon to find out what the night time is like. There are a few christmas-like decorations around which are cool:p and there's probs gonna be about an hour at sundown where the streets go completely calm as everyone goes home to eat.
Well i think this post is long enough, ill write more when i have more steam:p I;m kinda gettin used to it a bit more out here. It's better around where I live, but even downtown startin to get used to the attention and the comments. Sigh, they're really unoriginal: we either get like 'beautiful' or 'fantastic' or 'Welcome...welcome to egypt', or if we're really lucky just simply 'I want to have sex with you'. No that just creeps me out. Oh, but i still don't like the beggars, who come up to you, kinda mime eating, saying they're hungry and the little kiddies who wander about in the heat lookin really grubby n kinda buzz round you for ages tryin to sell you packets of tissues.
Anyhoo.....i'll try to keep posting....if peeps are actually reading this pile of shite writing. gimmee your addresses to get postcard loving:p, and that'll make me go ask for stamps in egyptian:p Mebee ill post pics if i work out how to do it:s and i have my camera with me. Not that ive taken many pics:s oh yano what forget it.

Oh and one last thing: Will m8 i miss yooooouuuuu!!!!(L)

bloggabo ergo ero

drinky poo poo

No he escrito nada para mucho tiempo. I've kinda given up with this shitty blog, hence the pathetic attempt at a revamp (since changing the template is my madskilz limit), and it got rid of all my bloody links. And i'd die before i could remember how to do the sodding thing.

Anyroad. I'm gonna completely avoid xmas and nu year celebrations babble. Basically coz i cba but really because it was epic, and I'd only give it justice if I were to write in poetry :s Since im no Vergil, i refuse.

Actually fuck this.

mi vida en edinburgo en resumidas cuentas

Queridos amigos, lo siento para los que no entienden pero quisiera escribir en español porque el inglés me aborre :p Y si no se lo gusta, pues, metelo por el anillo de cuero :p..... No, es que de verdad no tengo mucho a decir pero no he escrito nada desde hace semanas.
Pues muy pronto, volveré a Essex!!!! w00t!....para visitar a mi pariente y media...etcetera y también a will m8 por supuesto :D:D:D como puedo olvidar duuuuh.
Aaaah, sí....sabes que ahora, cada mañana me dice ¡Hola! la persona encargada de ayudar a los ninos a cruzar la calle (los espanoles no tienen palabra para 'lollypop man' :p) [suspira]
De todas maneras.....jejeje....mi examen oral de árabe....pasó un poco como así:

السَلامُ علَيكُم صَلَح :K
وَ علَيكُم السَلام كَزإيا كَيفَ الحال؟ :S
بِخِر الحَمدُالى وَ أنتَ؟ :K
جَميل شكرًا, مٍِن أينَ أنيِ؟ :S
أنا مِن أسَكس في جَنُب شَرَق إنْكِلْتَرّا :K
مُمتاز, وَ مِن فَصلِكَ أكدَ... :S
أنا.......... :K
مُمتاز , شَكرًا وَ.....عيدَكِ أَخ؟ أُخْتٌ؟ :S
نَعَم عيدي أَخ :K
ما إسمُكَهُ؟ :S
إسمُكَهَُ إلَيسَ :K
إلَيسَ طاللِب’ٌ؟ :S
نَعَم...لأ... لَيسَ طاليبَتًا :K
مُمتاز شَكرًا كَزإيا :S
شَكْرًا :K
إلى الّلِقا :S
مع السَلامَ :K

pues, no exactamente......tenía que leer un pasaje también, que creo que lo hice muy bien:p ROFl, estaba haciendo trabajo para el latín y buscando en el diccionario para la palabra 'lorum'....descubrí la traducción en inglés: strip of leather, a thong...a whip. hehe, no podía reir en voz alta en la biblioteca, [suspira]

Ah, y mi obra de teatro va a ser estupendo...la obra más conocida en Edinburgo ya que tenemos una nueva protagonista que se llama Belén. Con esperanza, actuaremos en la casa de arte 'Roxy' :D

Voy a dejarte con unas palabras de Gabriel Garcia Márquez:

Ninguna persona merece tus lágrimas, y quien se las merezca, no te hará llorar.

ciao n00bes,

Hasta luego

There's a wee moose loose aboot this hoose

That's rite folks.......there are no longer just 3 of us living in this flat. We have an uninvited guest. Uh huh, tis a mouse!!!!EINEINEINEIN Well at least i think we do...it may have buggered off by now coz i hae no idea where its room is. But yesterday, whilst i was happily surfin away at me desk....something causes me to turn to the right..only to catch a glimpse of a the butt/tail of sum small furry creature scurry across the corner of my room, under my wardrobe. Then after the WTF?? thought in my mind came the 'oh shit'....we've got mice....how the f*** we gonna get rid of the bastads. Then, at lightening speed i saw a glimpse of it again, after having run around the back of my bed, it rushed bejind the drum kit. At this point i was like urgh...the dirty toerags gonna come back round towards the desk again....at which point, i put me boots back on with the fear that i might tread onnit or summat....urgh, sends a shiver down my spine. Anyway, i thort i better not call out pest control till id consulted gud ol mam :D lol, wut a classic fone call...hadn't called her for a few days then shes like 'Hi! Everything orrite?' To which i replied 'erm, well yeh, but i think we've got mice' she was quite amused. Much to my horror she suggested tryin to catch it. Me and neil m8 had a look but twasw hopeless...the scoundrel had disappeared. So i turn to the yellow pages lol....damn pet shops....then 1/2hr walk to get a bloody mouse catcher (a humane one i might add...when i spoke to a woman on the phone, she got very uppety at even the hint that they might sell ones that kill it..anyway, yeh. Well ive had no further sightings as yet....nor have i had any evidence on the scene such as suspicious lookin dropping-like substances, nor have i heard it. Even tho im constantly on edge lol....i keep thinkin i hear the damn thing, then i realise its the clock ticking, or my chair squeaking or the radiator or the floorboard.
Anyway, mice aside...t3h xmas season is starting!! Theres a huuuge wheel thing erected ;) on Princes Street.....tis VERY windy up here. I didn't really notice how windy it had got until that guy's kilt on the high street flashed a bit o thigh :p pity he was a minger lol...now if it had...actually no, i won't go there :# then whilst goin back home after me trip to the pet shop, i noticed a mess on the pavement...and no it wasn't human/canine excrement...but eggs....and just as i was dodging them, i heard a splatter of egg behind me....and i realised my lucky escape:P
Oh yeah, i don't think I've mentioned the uni Spanish play which this year called 'El Sueno de la Malinche' which is gonna be performed nxt March. Hehe, and I've been slightly jammy in gettin myself the job of a direct0r :D. So yeh, we're casting at t3h moment and i was off with the producer last to to recruit sum eager spaniards to play a couple of the main roles, since it will help a lot to have a few natives involved. So off we go to a pub where they hang out lol, and Tom iniciates conversation with sum random Spaniard. 'Eres espanol, no?'....'estamos buscando actores para nuestra obra de teatro' blah blah...Victor, as we found out was his name was pretty cool and is gonna tell his m8's ;) Yeh so i left coz i had a Spanish speech presentation thing to do today (on designer babies lol ): 'un bebe disenado'. Anyway, im sure there was summat else i was gonna write but i canny remember so ill leave it at that. ciao n00bies.

imberbis abieras, redisti barbatulus

YOYOYOYOYO homies.....well wut an exhilerating day it has been. Actually i lie. was pretty medoicre actually. 4 bloody lectures in a row.....9 till 1pm. And I'm prous to say I iniciated the minute silence in one of the lecture buildings. Well, ok, there weren't many people milling about, but James managed to persuade an ignorant American to swich off his headphones and be respectful for a minute:p n00b. The security bloke was a dood too...shusshin ppl if they came in the door nattering. Anyway.....after that i had lunch, phoned will m8 @ Windsors...which was pr0, and i rofled when Hugo appeared, who, as will m8 says has taken on a new expression which he repeats before he says anything: "Amen".......oh dear. Taxi to the psychiatric ward for him. Then I decided to drag meself outta t3h flat after i had a siesta ;)...to go watch the uni Symphony Orchestra Concert at Greyfriars Kirk. Twas pretty cool, since I managed to see a few ppl I knew so wasn't a complete joner:p Edmund, sittin next to me, lol wut a nut, was like, making hand gestures in time (well, kind of in time) with the music, like he was conducting or summat. these classicists DO have a reputation...He's a bit of an eccentric, as my mum wud put it lol...and awfully posh. That concert reminded me sooo much of school. iuo y. probs the whole concert atmosphere...and the fact that they played a couple of things we've dun at school.....only they played it slightly better:p...and the bastads had more percussion. OMG....i havent seen Neil m8 ALL day....for like, at least 24 hrs. I mean, I've heard the kettle go....I've seen the loo seat left up :p (and I know it wasn't kevin coz he wasn't here) but I haven't actually SEEN him, or heard him...and his door's been shut all day and light off. Tres strange. Anyway...im gonna go to bed. Coz its a double, and its phwoar :D Especially when....nah, i won't say :p

Nada de importancia

السَلامُ علَيكم

Hmm, after about 2 weeks of looooadsa visitors I'm startin to miss Essex :( I haven't been back for over 2 months and I won't see the delights of stansted airport till just b4 xmas. Still, Edinburgh is cool...and there are a few cool dudes. Lol i met someone from essex today in Spanish....she's from Forest school and she was like 'Oh, Felsted is a really gorgeous school'.......i lolled but then thought, hmm, mebee tis not so bad :p
Yeh, so Will m8 was here @ t3h weekend:D:D:D:D along with some phwoooooaaaaarrrrr bling for me, (which I am currently wearing and admiring :D).....and it was pr0, even tho it went WELL fast...so spanx will m8 (K)

Oh, and i don't think Ive mentioned the sword incident.....the one I went to get for willp. I went to the shop, asked the bloke for the one will wanted, (which was the cheapest in the shop lol) and the guy is like 'Have you seen the other ones on display' and im like 'Well its for someone else and he knows which one he wants' so off he goes to get one from out the back....returns and says 'If it's damaged or anything wrong with it then just bring it back' Lo and behold i get back to the flat.....i get it out, and neil m8 sees to, and the bloody handle is broken. Off i go back to the shop with a dangerous weapon concealed in a long, suspicious looking box and i get there plus a few odd looks, and the gayers try to turn me away, sayin it wasnt like that when i left the shop coz they always check it b4 they give it to customers...blah blah....they use dark tape blah blah, must have been broken outta the box.....eventually i get slightly angry :$ 'Are you suggesting that I've broken it then? because I certainly didn't see it before I left the shop and there's no way i could have dealt that big a blow to it when I had it ouuta the box for all of 5 seconds' fuckin gayers....he was like 'Well I'll give you the benefit of the doubt'.....yeh yeh....'we don't set out to rip our customers off'....yeh yeh.....'its only £25'.....SO WHAT DOES IT MATTER YOU WANKERS. All the while the guy that sold it to me was givin me guilty/scared glances lol.....So yeh, that was that....I walked out feelin slightly warm inside :p....VICTORY WAS MINE!!!!!MUWAHAHAHAHAHA Yeh, then yesterday I was walkin back from droppin will off...and i walked towards sumone who was starin at me quite intently with a slightly anxious/scared look about him....I knew I'd seen him sumwhere before....then I realised it was the guy from the shop..lookin slightly more studenty and slightly less authoritative....LOL

But now I realise I've got loadsa sodding gayer work to do, and I'm wandering whether I've chosen the right course...mebee I shudda done summat useful like physics...even though I didn't want to....but I feel like a useless member of society wasting government money/my life/opportunity of bein a student on Arts subjects, and specifically, languages...which will probably cause me to end up either bored, penniless, and miserable.......feeling like a waste of space....or all four at once. Still...I cud always become a professional tango dancer.....err.....hmm

Err, me and Neil m8....at some random online journal meet up :s

FUCK FUCK FUCK BLOODY THIEVES

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Damn damn damn...
Yeh thats rite....i was walkin along Princes Street today, coz i wanted to spend me birthday money, yeh, and i thought my wallet was safely tucked away under a loada shit in me bag.....but ooooooh no, sum bastad nicked it without me noticing....well at least i think thats wut happened coz i put it in me bag just before i walked out of one shop....went to another 2 shops along...and when i got into a fitting room, i realised i didn't have it :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:(:(:(:( There's no way it cudda fallen outta me bag specially when it was right under me arm and i hardly went anywhere
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR fuckers
I had loadsa fookin cash innit...least it didnt have nethinelse important innit, just a few membership cards for uni which are pointless anyway
Me mam is reinbursin me but i feel soooo guilty for such a waste of money...its the only time ive carried that amount of cash on me (bout £100), coz there's no point puttin it into me bank, which is an ass and which doesnt help in keeping track on wut ive spent GRR Fucking wankers...i hope they get attacked and eaten slowly by Dobermans and left to rot whilst they're still breathing. Oh fuck a duck