Sana Jadeeda!

Woah, new year already.

Anyway! Baya is here, and boy is it a strange story - but alhamdulillah he is here safely.

Lots of things! Mum and dad sent lots of cereals again (yay) and they even sent a big 4-pack of beans! It's funny about beans, but I don't think it's all that. When mum was coming, I was desperate for anything from home, but I think that desperation's spent itself. Maybe it's that we've finally settled in and I'm not so desperately homesick anymore - we've passed the stage of denial, and have come into acceptance. I'm having fun finding new foods and making new things, and making work what is available here. I'm still kind of *blink* about having the brainwave about making fuul into beans and making our own ketchup and stuff.

And oh wow, mum sent eid food! She was sad when she came that she didn't get to cook special khana food for us but she sent a two whole big containers of pholau and tandoori and even baza maas fried fishies! She knows we don't really eat fish here, and we certainly don't have the nice kind we have at home, so we're even looking forward to eating it! It's like opening a treaure chest!

Okay, I gotta start at the beginning of yesterday. Ish. Seeing Baya the first time was like, *blink* - he's so tall and bearded and stuff. It's so comforting to see his beard. That's probably the bit of him I was gladdest to see - it's like, look! An honest to God beard! I kind of instinctively trust someone with a comforting beard - a nice, well-kept, well-covering beard. There's something honest about it. All those men with their cleanshaven pretty-boy faces looking like girls - wear your beards, gentlemen!

So anyway. After the fiasco of Saturday night, we arranged with Shamim Baya to meet him at the foot of the building at 2.30 am, and then go to the airport. So when he turns up one hour before, and says I'm downstairs, are you coming...well, no. No, I'm not. We arranged to meet at 2.30. Why are you here and 1.30? WHY? And then you tell me to come anyway? NO. We arranged an AGREED TIME. Don't come at an ungodly time and tell me to go somewhere and THEN get mad with me. I'm a girl and I'm not related to you. Don't treat with familiarity like I can or will traipse out with you at any hour of the night. So he got mad and said, fine, I'm going on my own. Anyhow, I'd been waiting for ages to watch TV (XD) so I wasn't about to leave at the part I wanted to watch most (where everyone Jack dies)(it was Titanic XD XD). So I was like, fine, whatever.

Grumpy, grumpy.