Chinese food and boyfriends

Chinese food and boyfriends.
What do you do, when you're in a Med. country, and you are bored? You go out for Chinese food of course. So there I sat, sitting on the waterfront looking out at the sea, eating chicken fried rice, and drinking diet sprite. Wow, that is one of the more weird sentences I have written. I must admit though, that I enjoyed it. The rice was slightly dry, and I found myself longing for Joyce's Noodle House lo mein, which wasn't on Yuu's menu. The diet sprite tasted more like Ginger Ale, and oddly enough, 7up tastes more like Sprite, so that leads me to believe that Ginger Ale, would therefore taste like 7up.


I went to Marsa for tutoring yesterday. I had Stiphen again. Ironically, Stiphen, has a lot of trouble with vowels, hence the spelling of his name! He is my favortite. He apologised to me, for not asking permission to go blow his nose. So cute! Anyway, another guy there, Ados, professed his "like" for me yesterday, and in his country, when a man tells you that he likes you, you are supposed to date him. I told him sorry, I'm flattered, but I have a boyfriend in the U.S. and that I can only have one boyfriend. To this he replied that he just told me he liked me, and so therefore I am supposed to date him. I told him no, that we can be friends, but my boyfriend would not like it if I dated Ados. Ados became very upset. Literally. So to make it all better, I had to promise that one day, if it's in Gods plan, if he sees me in America, we can become good friends, if i'm not with my boyfriend. Uff dah! (If only it were that easy!)

I have wednesdays off because I go to Marsa on Tuesdays, but today, I have decided to take a day off and just sit. I watched Friends (So funny after you haven't seen TV for over a month, let alone in your own language and accent) and I'll probably watch Harry Potter. I wish Harry was from America though. English accents, and German accents and Maltese accents are just becoming boring. I met a Canadian, and man, I could have listened to him talk forever! He is from Windsor? Right above, next to? Detroit. It was like he was sent here just for my ears! His name is Dugan, as I learned after he repeatedly asked my name and then goes, "ohhh Annnnniiii, thats ok, my name is Dugan..." Um? Ok? I wasn't aware that my name was that weird, let alone that I should feel better that your name is Dugan, so therefore my name isn't so bad.

Anyway, Meg and I are trying to plan our trip. We have until tomorrow to plan it. We leave at 4am on friday for GREECE! whoo hooo! Then Turkey! I have been waiting for this! So psyched!

I ask one thing for all you reading this: Go buy a bagel, maybe onion or something, with cream cheese, and eat while thinking of me. I would love a bagel right now. Boo hoo! Instead I had a honey ring. Not the same, not the same...

Ok, that is all for now I suppose. My computer is still broken (curse you apple) so until then, no pictures. But perhaps, by April! Keep thinking good computer thoughts for me!