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What a waste Walk in downtown and tea & coffee at GOUZA caféSaturday: Al-Qal3a Castle Roman Theater Iftar @ Quds Resturant - I went for their mansaf and the chicken KJ went for the chicken Kabsa Balat Al-Rasheed Café – a café that's open since 1926. We were their first customers for the day and let's just say that praying the maghrib there was such a memorable experience Sunday: Al-Hussein Gardens -Walking through city Mall and Mecca Mall Iftar @ Aunt's house Qabbani & KJ's date – I went to watch the Acmilan vs Intermilan game at my cousin's house Circle Monday: At my house in the morning Sweifeyeh and specifically Barakeh Mall Msakhan at my house A coffee shop that I forgot around University campus area Wakalat Street Milkshake at Gusto with Maher Tuesday: Morning tour in Rainbow street and downtown Kenafeh at Habiba Sunset on Dead Sea Horrible Shawerma Reem for dinner @ my house – why no body told us that they don't have chicken shawerma.a meat shawerma, it was relatively ok but the meat was too dry.The Class on 7 circle Wednesday: Lunch @ tete's house Tour in Webdeh and @ Chocoholic CaféWild Jordan Thursday: Petra – we had to wake up at 4 a.m. Personally, I was annoyed by the ones who kept blinding me with the flash of their cameras.: PKJ-well…I always experience and discover new things about this guy each time I meet him.

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Just press any of his buttons and you will get an infinite supply of information regardless of the topic..

He'd narrate for you the history of each store in downtown Amman or he could recite to you jokes for 3 hours during the journey from wadi rum back to Amman. We have enjoyed this one week because of the spontaneity of our decisions. One minute, we are eating kenafet Habiba, and an hour later, we are on the way to the dead Sea to watch the sunset. And I personally wished I spent more time with him.

and getting home maybe by 7 or 8 pm if ya lucky.(o_0)I went into a convenience store to buy some hair bands. So I take a butter knife and gnaw the shit out of it until it becomes a useable length, knot it up, and pull back my hair. And what the crap part of it all is that I could be documenting all of this lovelyness, but I cannot do that until I have a digital camera.

This blog seemed like such a bad ass idea because I'm in tokyo and its so f'ing interesting here, but let me tell you something; I spend all day in a navy blue van. Just driving around going to castings, whizzing by cool stuff like the tokyo tower, the imperial palace, harajuku, whatever. I could be in tel aviv for all I know because its just van- castings -van - castings - mcdonalds - tully's - starbucks - van - castings - home - sleep - bagel and bagel - van - ... maybe Im exaggerating, but this was not a hair tie, hair band, hair whatever..no make up!

Oh and some glittery heart sunglasses because I'm a dork. I also got a little something that might end up being a present for the boytoy or a present for myself. And being that I'm kind of a closet pervert, its really giving me the giggles.

I love Tokyo if only for one thing, its the repressed but pretty obvious sexual thing they have going on. I can't post that either because its a f'ing gift too. =( As soon as I have a digital camera I will take you all around town with me. I'll leave you with a little something that I do everyday that brings me that much more closer to ny; Im too skinny for tokyo catalogues. We went through Seeq to the Khazneh and then we climbed for 1 hour till we reached the monastery. This is the 2 time I go to Petra and each time I go there, I hate it more and more Wadi Rum – Al Zerb for dinner. I positioned myself among 2 foreigners: an Indian guy and a Czech girl and started counting the number of shooting stars and discussing the wishes of each one of us.If we ignore the noisy Jordanian music emanated from the camp next to us, I would say that the best thing about the whole journey was the time we went hiking at around a.m. I recall KJ disappearing into the shadows and hearing 5 minutes later the groans of wolves and coyotes.The first time I got to meet the 2 of them was on Friday where we went to go pick up KJ, a blogger and a close friend who I know for over 10 years, from the airport.Although I rarely read to their blogs, I felt that the guys were talking to each other like they've known each other for years.As my uncle was dropping me to the airport, I see 2 limo cars dropping Ragheb Alama to the airport.

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