New title, after some fantastic Chinglish on a shirt I bought recently. You could write some pretty crazy modernist poetry just using some of the Chinglish around here.
One of my biggest issues is feeling left out. It just destroys me, utterly demolishes my feelings of self-worth. Sometimes I think I really am crazy, much more than anyone knows. Other times I think I just need a good kick upside the head. lol hi reality. Also, I decided I don't want to have a real job when I grow up, I just want to write and paint.
I've decided to make up for the shittiness of this week by buying a big Fuwa to cuddle with. Probably the thing I miss most from home, other than coffee, is my bed. Every night when I go to bed exhausted, I look at the sheet (yes, sheet) and think, ohh yeah, this is gonna be awesome. Then I climb in and remember LOL o rite I'm sleeping on a piece of bedrock!
I'm still getting used to the intense teacher-student relationships here. In the past two days, I've gotten a hug from one, an apology from another, and had all four teachers ask about my health and encourage me to drink more water. (Every Chinese person who has heard I was sick told me to drink water until I drowned in my own electrolyte imbalance). One complimented a sentence I said in class, then apparently went back to the teacher's lounge and told the other laoshis about it, because the next day another teacher congratulated me on it.
In conclusion, holy shit, if you guys have any free time, look up comedian Russell Peters on Youtube and watch his Outsourced routine. Fucking hysterical stuff about Indians and Chinese.
1 comment:
this chinglish stuff is pretty hysterical.
which fuwa did you buy?
that sucks about your bed. i'd send you a huge, comfy (sp?) mattress, but the PRC would probably think i was sending you drugs in it and arrest us both.
i hope you are more included in things in the future, you don't deserve to be left out.
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