DAY 3: Apparently arabs aren't asians

So yesterday (day 3) was brunch and I was there, almost on time (actually I was starving, so I was a little bit early). Well, as I looked around waiting for my turn to come to choose what to have at the canteen, I started scanning for a table to sit at. I didn't want a table that was almost full (because, imagine if I get told that the chair is taken for someone), so, finally, I decided to join the a-s-i-a-n-s.

I sat down there, a half empty table, and instantly knew I was with the new kids in the block. OK, we're all supposed to be on the same continent but the differences were immense!! At first, each one of them spoke their own language, incomprehensible words flying all over the place with myself being the only one not knowing what was going on. And then the next second, this extremely quiet girl on the corner of the table SPEAKS! (lol) I know it's not supposed to be funny, but you can't blame me, blame Russell Peters, she spoke chinese english! I was so close to laughing, I just picked my self up slotted my tray home and went up without saying word in fear of bursting out.

So yesterday's lesson: 'That table is not arab friendly'

Russell peters and china man

Russell Peters: Indians vs. Chinese

**Here are a few videos so you know what chinese english is.**

DAY 1: Late, but not too late. :S

Well, I am one of those unfortunate guys that were late for the first week of university. I thought it was going to be a disaster, especially since I had homework sent to me by post from the uni three weeks before it even started! So, I finally got a flight on thursday night and the uphill battle had begun.

So I got into the plane, nothing out of the ordinary or routine. (NOTE: Arab routine in the airport: If you have some one to nudge your bulging overweight bags at the airport, then use them!! They won't mind because you're either family, or he's repaying you a forever 'moral debt' you deserve to get) So basically, I somehow managed to carry three bags onto the plane as 'hand' luggage.

Long story cut short, i managed to reach London with no futher issues ( I don't want't to talk about queuing up in Heathrow). Then, the battle began, this Heathrow Xpress train thing is pretty epic, but then, the infamous London underground (dam dam da daaa!) go up the stairs with 30 kg on each arm and another 10kg on your back, then go down, SWITCH TRAINS QUICKLY!! (i think my shoulders still hurt), then go up and down. Finally, I reached some where, and got off to meet the real world.

It was freeeezing cold for me (since I was still wearing only a t-shirt and was sweating like hell. After going in circles a million times and finally finding the hall, I went in and that is was my first day in london.



*I'll try to go with less detail next time, I guess*

The beginning

I actually got the idea of making this blog yesterday, my supposed first day of uni here in London. I was really encouraged when i saw how fast the internet here is!!! over there in 'arab land' -i'm not giving names- the internet is so S-L-O-W. I'm not saying i'll ditch it anytime soon, but it's not really helping out bloggers. I'll give you an overview of my trip form 'arab land' to london in the next post and what happened this morning in brunch, (it's saturday here btw).


*I hope I don't forget about this blog like all the others i've tried making**