My housemate told me at 4.30 this morning that she was leaving to go back to Bulgaria for good at 9.30. Whew. That was quick. Still a bit surprised.

So I've come to the conclusion that there are only two types of people in this world: those who can share a kitchen, and those who cannot. I am sorry to say I belong to the latter group. I just can't do it with any equanimity.

Sandstorm!

A couple of days ago, there was a big sandstorm! There was one before, but we were at home that day anyway - this time, A'ishah (friend) and I were smack-bang in the middle of it. I think I walked most of the way with my eyes closed, holding on to her. She was lucky, wearing her triple-layer niqab - I was only wearing a single XD And even through that, I felt sand in my mouth! And when I got home, I realised that some windows were open, so the beds, clothes, floors - everything -was covered in a very visible layer of sandy, gritty dusty stuff. And everything was yellow - the day was yellow, in a sulphury kind of way.

Anyway, there we go. I'm sleepy now. Bngrzciao! (That's Italian for 'kthxbye')