Exams are over and I have just completed one of if not the most awsome weekend I've had in a long time. So here is a run down for all those who feel like a plagerised experience sounds like fun.
Thursday
On thursday I found out I was no longer going horseriding with the sheik of Sharjah which was a little bit of a bummer, but soon bounced back in anticipation for a night out at the Sharjah Wanders club listening to the sweet sounds of Indie rock. After sitting on my arse for quite a while, eating half a container of stirfry and getting ready. I got in the car and got completely lost and stuck in traffic. Now this may not sound like a good weekend so far but I assure you this tiny bit of torture was a fair price. This is also the time you expect something amazing to happen ie. ditch wanders and end up in some back alley club with half a dozen Shamuta. Well i'm going to shock you all. We actually arrived at Wanders about 8:30. Now I've only met one person who was attending this event, so I went in ordered a drink (which was conveinietly paid for me by some random guy I had never met)and sat down at a large table of mostly strangers whom I had never met. Most of them were english and we chatted away between the sounds of Amy Mcdonald, Lenka, and the Police.Amoung this group was Jenna a Canadian whom I shared a few dances and phone details with. Unfortunatley my hostess had a big week so I ended up leaving around 11:30.

Friday
After a minor sleep in. I woke to the sound of tooting horns and Japanese cartoons in English. So after a lack luster attempt at some H.W, a bit of T.V and a few hours at the pool it was time to go out again. This time with my usual crowd to the Festival City shopping mall. This is the time I made a major mistake and tried to exclude a guy in my building who doesn't have a phone from partaking in the festivities. Unfortunaley Caitlyn decided to drive from Dubai to Sharjah just to pick him up after hearing that he had no money for a taxi. oops. Well their didn't seem any hard feelings but I did feel like shit. So after ordering a minimal dinner and much gasbagging. We then began discussing which of the Cinemas many movies to watch. The vote tied 4/4 the proposal/terminator so instead we decided to see Shark in Venice. WARNING if you have just read the previous title your head is likely to explode with the shear shitness of such a film. However the film soon became the least of my attention as Amir began giving minor hints to something more romantic, including the sleazyness to ask if i wanted some of the popcorn which he had conveniently stored on the crutch of his pants. Unfortunatley in Sharjah it is illegal to have male male relationships so the expected necking in a shitty movie was ignored and instead knowing glances were fired throughut the night. Then came kareoke,ice cream and a knobless pot of English tea. Before going home at the decent hour of 1:30. (Amir walked me home how sweet)

Saturday
Woke up thinking of Amir, in this country it is never safe to say someone is gay so I tried to dissmiss the cute egyptian from my head and focus on Jenna, who I had since nearly been forgotten. After a quick bit of advice from a friend I recieved a msg from Amir 'wanna hang out?' So i went around his place and mucked around for a while,(clean mucking around) and asked him straight out about his sexuality. Well just like me Amir is Bi, so that leaves us in a cosy little relationship until I go home in November, while also allowing for female hook ups so as not to draw unwanted attention and become a eunuch. (i joke they don't castrate homosexuals they simply deter them, through gaol, and deportation.

See I told you it was an amazing weekend.