Lollipop, lollipop oooh my lollipop

Mmm... I found a strawberry lollipop.

Yummie.

I think I gonna be sick.

Have this feeling in my throat and its always the same...

I dont wanna be sick now.

This weekend I´ll be alone... friday to sunday night.

And, if I am sick...who will take care of me?

Bring me tea, listen to me whine over stupid things and fix all of those movies I wanna see?

Hm...I will have to think about this.

Today at work we had a chef-meeting.

Interesting how people can think different.

Really.

One of the girls left with tears in her eyes.

I cant help but wonder:

What on earth did she thought we gonna say?

Maybe she lives in a little pink bubble where everyone is on her side.

I dont think I ever will be.

Neither will S.

Or Y.

Hehe..time will tell.

I said what was on my heart and I am proud of that.

Now: Tea that I bought in Tunisa and the rest if my espresso-brownie.

I wonder if that sort of tea can be bought here...

But maybe its not the same.

Cus this one I remember the store, the scent, the children who played football on the streets, the girls in veils and the men who smoked fat cigars.

There is was not just a cup of tea.

It was a routine for the night.

Poeple drank tea, playing cards and listening to the Adhan (call to pray).

The temperature was perfect... 25-something at 21 in the evening.

Yes I want to go back...