Intermission

Some pictures. Depending on flash and lighting, some colors may appear fancier than the real thing.

Ma chena bel Khairan? heh



Notice that there are no sheets, and no covers. Much more important stuff on my hands.

Since it's a two bedroom apartment, I decided to keep one for my 'stuff' and one for just sleeping in. The one with the all the stuff obviously needs some attention. By Sunday inshalla done with, nothing major.

I've got two of these.



Tekrimoon. The stupid sink drives me crazy every single time abi atwatha.



Something my sister and niseeby gave me. It was like a joke, you know a 'cheap' goodbye. It's no joke to me, I just look at it and feel right at home.



This is why I got the apartment in the first place. Didn't even look at any others.
The grey building is my University. Easy 5 minute walk. Probably 10 max to any building inside campus (given that I know my way around, which I don't just yet.)


Most importantly, my living room. This is how it looks like now.

SKY TV will be done by tomorrow inshalla. Notice the wireless modem. 8MB BABY, next week (on dialup now, talk about shyaab le yaab). Fuck that, aham shay el makhama. 3aaash Poundland heh.



It may look messy, but the sweet thing is it won't take me 5 minutes to make it all neat and tidy.

The apartment is not what I would say "raahya", and not what I would say "theej". Just the right size for me alone.

Location-wise, I can't be any luckier. You saw how close the University is. And just opposite my building, across the street is a mall. You basically enter the mall, and you're INSIDE the city centre itself. You can walk in-doors and be dropped right in the middle of the city centre 'strip' at the other end.

Only thing I wish was nearer was a Tesco or some co-op. I think there is a Tesco which is two train stations away, just a matter of getting off the train and across the street. But, I mean how hard is it to find bread/toast/eggs/tuna/lettuce/corn flakes/milk in one place? Pretty hard!

And mbh: I gave up on the washing machine man. My clothes smell like FLOWERS. A mix of flowers, and that baby powder thing. A fucking pampers commercial. You know the term "emsab7eta omma", that's what I smell like.
But not to worry, I got a dry cleaners just down the street.