We're getting closer to the end of my story, mates...keep reading...
During the week nothing really special happened...I killed flocks of spider, using so much spray that I've also killed my self as well: I killed centipedes, ants, mosquitoes and kicked out a few lizards. What a happy zoo. Internet came and went, making me swear loudly again. You can't imagine how isolating is this place without the Internet. You can think that I'm a posh western woman, but walk a mile in my shoes and you'll see....Internet is my tv, radio, newspaper and telephone. Without it...well, you guessed it, by now. It seems to be back at the moment, so fingers crossed.
Wednesday i actually went down to the city centre and I found out that tianmen has a city centre. That was a bit of a a discovery, something to tell my grandchildren.Shopping centres, a bank (I've finally managed to change my money, thanks god) agency (bought ticket to Shanghai) and tea room. Well, more of a tea corner...
But let me digress (again) and complain (yes, again). Chinese are rude. I know British are addicted to queuing, Italians ignore queue but Chinese just don't get the point. At the bank and agency alike, we were trying to do something while people were simply squeezing in front of us handing money, shouting questions, giving pomegranates (oh yes, to the cashier) leaving me in complete shock. Song was alright with that. I couldn't bear it, they were lucky I didn't have an axe on my (I usually do, but I couldn't fit it in my bag). They are seriously testing my patience. To not talk about the mosquito that's eating me alive in this very moment...
But anyway, thanks to Buddha I survived this test and probably gained Nirvana. We ate along the streets, while I was trying to ignore the smell and just concentrate on the flavour..and it was incredibly good!
Oh yeah, I got the ticket to Shanghai. This time I will have to travel on my own, but hopefully I'll find some more foreigners there (in Wuhan we saw 3, not including us! Exciting!) so I can ask something if I get lost. But I won't! Only 25 million people in there, why should I? ah ah. I'm looking forward to it, even because I need to buy some English books...I'll never have enough. And after Shanghai I'll fly to Nanchang (Translated means Smiling Capital of the Full-of-Happy-Foreigners province) where Stevie lives. Can't wait. Poor woman...she will have to listen to me moaning again and again. Ready...steady...worship!
Yesterday night I went out to the Chinese patio to read a book, and as soon as I sat on it I heard a voice "Hallooo" so i turned around and I saw a middle aged man waving at me. Oh...hallo! He told me that he's an English teacher but he can't speak or understand English. Good way to start a conversation, I'd say. He asked me how old I am and if I'm married, obviously. Very happy when he found out that I'm not. But he is, he sadly told me. Very nice guy, he wants to practice English with me. This morning I went down for breakfast and he brought me some stuff to eat. But I don't think i will go again, breakfast is not worth it...pity.
Ok, last gossip and then I leave you.
Today, after a very normal lesson, as soon as the bell rang, all the students surrounded me with their books, asking me to write my name on it. They've almost killed me, but that is what you have to stand to, when you are a celebrity. How exciting.
Oh, you know? Here they don't have RRRING RRRRRING as a bell at school. They have piano music. How cool is that??
My back aches, so I think I will have to leave you now and go to watch my favourite Chinese soap opera....Phantom of the Fog City, or something like that. All in Chinese, obviously, but quiet enjoyable.
Now I go. Back soon with more exciting (...) adventures!
Good night
Ellie
Fun fact of the day: at the canteen they don't do the washing up. Bowls are collected, rinsed and reused. My antibodies are as big as a bull.
Tenerife
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Cooking
Hallo everybody!
I actually wonder if there is any-body to say hello to. mmmh...I guess no, but it doesn't really matter! I'll take it as a personal writing exercise.
How are you? Or better...how is me? I'm surviving as usual. I started doing a serious deal of cooking lately.
Oh gosh, HAPPY NEW YEAR! We're already in 2011, less than 2 years to go to the end of the world. Cool.
Some changes.
I left my job. Yeah. Yuppiiii! I used to work in a call centre, a beautiful and rewarding job. Indeed. I lasted 3 months, not too bad, come on. Hallo, Ellie speaking how can I help? How can I kill you or get you to shut up? Well, I couldn't really say that, but so so many times I wanted to do it! Very boring job and let's not talk about my colleagues...monster! Ignorant, stupid and even bad mannered.
Oh well, it's in the past.
let's relax and breath...
....
Better
Since the beginning of this month and year, I started working as teaching assistant! Aaah, back to school! How beautiful! My lovely students. No more Chinese, now they are mostly Saudi. Ladies. Adults, then. Pretty cool. The problem (is it a problem?) is that I work max 16 hours per week. So IT is a problem when it comes to pay bills and rent. Happy days. But we have to always stay positive.
Let's breath.
....
So I started dedicating myself to one of my favourite activities: COOKING!
Oh I sooooo love it, and even my boyfriend is very happy. As soon as I get home from work, I start...mine is the cooker, mine the scale, rice cooker and blender! Mine's the bread maker, the chopping board and the pans, kettle and toaster! And i cook, fry, steam, bake, roast, stir fry, poach, sizzle and whatever. It makes me feel a better person. Yeah I guess I'm going completely mad! But it's a good feeling.
Been home last week and I brought back with me the full encyclopedia of Italian cooking, all of my baggage allowance was it. And I'm just going through it...heheheeheh! My bread is rising, look how beautiful it is!
....
And my cat is not back yet. Did I tell you about my cat? I know, I promised to do it but then I forgot. How bad am I? Bad Ellie!
Once upon a time, in a land far far away called Britain, a young and beautiful lady was doing her washing. She collected all the dirty clothes around the house, picked the washing powder up, opened the back door and went down to the basement. So much stuff to wash, she thought, slightly depressed. She unlocked and pushed the heavy door and put the old chest with the clothes in on the floor. Suddenly she turned around and saw some little black feet walking away. What was that? She decided to ignore what happened and put all the stuff in the washing machine. She shut the door behind her and walked upstairs, back to her flat. Oh I left the back door open! she tho9ught, and then went back in. She put the washing powder away and went in the living room...where a couple of bright yellow eyes where staring at her from the sofa. What? A cat! The thingy jumped off the sofa and started purring, obviously demanding some food. So Ellie opened a tin of tuna and gave it to the cat that looked very happy indeed. After lunch the cat went back to the sofa and Ellie sat beside it, to have a closer look. She was biiig and soft, her fur black, red and yellow. What a strange mix! Suddenly she noticed something around its neck...a medal! With a name and a number on it...Izzy! Oh so you are a girl, she thought. What a cute cat!
A few days passed and Izzy kept coming back. At that point Ellie decided to call the number on the medal, and what was the answer? You can keep her, I had Izzy for 7 years and I don't want her anymore. Vaguely gobsmacked, Ellie hung up and took Izzy in her arms...don't worry I'll look after you.
....
Now Izzy is called Potato, she's getting fatter (remember? I keep cooking...) and wakes me up every morning at 4 for a brisk wee. But I love her!!!! POTETOUUU!
Let's breath....
....
I actually wonder if there is any-body to say hello to. mmmh...I guess no, but it doesn't really matter! I'll take it as a personal writing exercise.
How are you? Or better...how is me? I'm surviving as usual. I started doing a serious deal of cooking lately.
Oh gosh, HAPPY NEW YEAR! We're already in 2011, less than 2 years to go to the end of the world. Cool.
Some changes.
I left my job. Yeah. Yuppiiii! I used to work in a call centre, a beautiful and rewarding job. Indeed. I lasted 3 months, not too bad, come on. Hallo, Ellie speaking how can I help? How can I kill you or get you to shut up? Well, I couldn't really say that, but so so many times I wanted to do it! Very boring job and let's not talk about my colleagues...monster! Ignorant, stupid and even bad mannered.
Oh well, it's in the past.
let's relax and breath...
....
Better
Since the beginning of this month and year, I started working as teaching assistant! Aaah, back to school! How beautiful! My lovely students. No more Chinese, now they are mostly Saudi. Ladies. Adults, then. Pretty cool. The problem (is it a problem?) is that I work max 16 hours per week. So IT is a problem when it comes to pay bills and rent. Happy days. But we have to always stay positive.
Let's breath.
....
So I started dedicating myself to one of my favourite activities: COOKING!
Oh I sooooo love it, and even my boyfriend is very happy. As soon as I get home from work, I start...mine is the cooker, mine the scale, rice cooker and blender! Mine's the bread maker, the chopping board and the pans, kettle and toaster! And i cook, fry, steam, bake, roast, stir fry, poach, sizzle and whatever. It makes me feel a better person. Yeah I guess I'm going completely mad! But it's a good feeling.
Been home last week and I brought back with me the full encyclopedia of Italian cooking, all of my baggage allowance was it. And I'm just going through it...heheheeheh! My bread is rising, look how beautiful it is!
....
And my cat is not back yet. Did I tell you about my cat? I know, I promised to do it but then I forgot. How bad am I? Bad Ellie!
Once upon a time, in a land far far away called Britain, a young and beautiful lady was doing her washing. She collected all the dirty clothes around the house, picked the washing powder up, opened the back door and went down to the basement. So much stuff to wash, she thought, slightly depressed. She unlocked and pushed the heavy door and put the old chest with the clothes in on the floor. Suddenly she turned around and saw some little black feet walking away. What was that? She decided to ignore what happened and put all the stuff in the washing machine. She shut the door behind her and walked upstairs, back to her flat. Oh I left the back door open! she tho9ught, and then went back in. She put the washing powder away and went in the living room...where a couple of bright yellow eyes where staring at her from the sofa. What? A cat! The thingy jumped off the sofa and started purring, obviously demanding some food. So Ellie opened a tin of tuna and gave it to the cat that looked very happy indeed. After lunch the cat went back to the sofa and Ellie sat beside it, to have a closer look. She was biiig and soft, her fur black, red and yellow. What a strange mix! Suddenly she noticed something around its neck...a medal! With a name and a number on it...Izzy! Oh so you are a girl, she thought. What a cute cat!
A few days passed and Izzy kept coming back. At that point Ellie decided to call the number on the medal, and what was the answer? You can keep her, I had Izzy for 7 years and I don't want her anymore. Vaguely gobsmacked, Ellie hung up and took Izzy in her arms...don't worry I'll look after you.
....
Now Izzy is called Potato, she's getting fatter (remember? I keep cooking...) and wakes me up every morning at 4 for a brisk wee. But I love her!!!! POTETOUUU!
Let's breath....
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