April 13th: pictures in menu are different than they appear
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 209
One class has locked onto the word "also" for some reason and will pre-emptively say it back to me even if I never utter it. I kept telling them I didn't say it, then when I had the occasion to use it, I did a grand bellow and nearly received a standing ovation for it. I think it tickles them because the "o" has a quasi-fourth tone pronunciation, and thus soudns vaguely Chinese.
In between third and fourth classes I played soccer with the Harry and Monkey class. We only had 20 minutes or so to play and they were piddle-farting around trying to choose sides by some odd-even hand game. I walked into the fray and shoved the group apart, left side was battling right, now let's go! But our play was cut short anyway by some Hainan Middle School interlopers doing their "physical exam" in matching tracksuits.
After classes, Heather and I went to the post office to mail a box to my parents, then to the bank to exchange money, both of which took far too long to transpire. My irritability stememd somewhat from a sugar crash, but was quickly remedied by a roll from the bakery. For some reason it triggers a memory of the first time I had heard of "blood sugar." My mother was diagnosed with low blood sugar and I remember my young mind thinking she was sick, but man what a way to be sick! She got to eat Twinkies and drink cranberry juice! My brother and I weren't allowed to pilfer Mom's treats, because that Twinkie might just save her life!
We saw a Westerner walking down the street, but when we tried to find him, he had disappeared. Perhaps he was a mutual mirage brought on by the desire for efficient customer service. We played badminton, ran to Times for some toilet paper, snacks and ice cream.
When night fell, all of us rode out to Pizza House, a restaurant we had seen when on the kite search and wanted to check out some time. After a lot of static and broken dialogue, we ordered the rest of the pizza crusts they had on stock (so sorry for the poor saps who came in behind us). We failed to learn the Royal Young lesson: picture will not necessarily match actual item. The chicken fingers I ordered turned out to be on-the-bone, and ever since a dream-vision I had of jackals tearing apart a gazelle in close-up I have not been able to eat anything off-the-bone, the thought of it turns my stomach.
The "pepperoni" pizzas we ordered had everything on it, even pineapple. We shook our heads. At least the Coke was Coke. As we ate, we did discover there was a layer of pepperoni under all the other crap, and humble pie was our dessert. I applauded the chef guy when he came out.
We stood outside for a bit and I yelled Billy Squier's "The Stroke" at nearby people trying to get the awful songs we were subjected to in the restaurant out of my head. Curiously, The Cardigans and The Cranberries surfaced on their play selection. Odd. As we rode back, we stopped by the tents outside the bazaar and said hi to Mr.Yeah. He smiled and tried to give us all cigarettes, I thanked him and put it behind my ear. He gave me a hug when we left. All he can say is "yeah" and "ok" but this guy loves us.
We cozied up in Heather's room and watched Mike's copy of "Meet the Fockers" which was probably just as good as the original. Very painful style of humor, a mix or mortification and embarrassment. Who knew Streisand could actually be low key?
Sweet, lovely sleep. I'm beginning to understand why it's a hobby here.
One class has locked onto the word "also" for some reason and will pre-emptively say it back to me even if I never utter it. I kept telling them I didn't say it, then when I had the occasion to use it, I did a grand bellow and nearly received a standing ovation for it. I think it tickles them because the "o" has a quasi-fourth tone pronunciation, and thus soudns vaguely Chinese.
In between third and fourth classes I played soccer with the Harry and Monkey class. We only had 20 minutes or so to play and they were piddle-farting around trying to choose sides by some odd-even hand game. I walked into the fray and shoved the group apart, left side was battling right, now let's go! But our play was cut short anyway by some Hainan Middle School interlopers doing their "physical exam" in matching tracksuits.
After classes, Heather and I went to the post office to mail a box to my parents, then to the bank to exchange money, both of which took far too long to transpire. My irritability stememd somewhat from a sugar crash, but was quickly remedied by a roll from the bakery. For some reason it triggers a memory of the first time I had heard of "blood sugar." My mother was diagnosed with low blood sugar and I remember my young mind thinking she was sick, but man what a way to be sick! She got to eat Twinkies and drink cranberry juice! My brother and I weren't allowed to pilfer Mom's treats, because that Twinkie might just save her life!
We saw a Westerner walking down the street, but when we tried to find him, he had disappeared. Perhaps he was a mutual mirage brought on by the desire for efficient customer service. We played badminton, ran to Times for some toilet paper, snacks and ice cream.
When night fell, all of us rode out to Pizza House, a restaurant we had seen when on the kite search and wanted to check out some time. After a lot of static and broken dialogue, we ordered the rest of the pizza crusts they had on stock (so sorry for the poor saps who came in behind us). We failed to learn the Royal Young lesson: picture will not necessarily match actual item. The chicken fingers I ordered turned out to be on-the-bone, and ever since a dream-vision I had of jackals tearing apart a gazelle in close-up I have not been able to eat anything off-the-bone, the thought of it turns my stomach.
The "pepperoni" pizzas we ordered had everything on it, even pineapple. We shook our heads. At least the Coke was Coke. As we ate, we did discover there was a layer of pepperoni under all the other crap, and humble pie was our dessert. I applauded the chef guy when he came out.
We stood outside for a bit and I yelled Billy Squier's "The Stroke" at nearby people trying to get the awful songs we were subjected to in the restaurant out of my head. Curiously, The Cardigans and The Cranberries surfaced on their play selection. Odd. As we rode back, we stopped by the tents outside the bazaar and said hi to Mr.Yeah. He smiled and tried to give us all cigarettes, I thanked him and put it behind my ear. He gave me a hug when we left. All he can say is "yeah" and "ok" but this guy loves us.
We cozied up in Heather's room and watched Mike's copy of "Meet the Fockers" which was probably just as good as the original. Very painful style of humor, a mix or mortification and embarrassment. Who knew Streisand could actually be low key?
Sweet, lovely sleep. I'm beginning to understand why it's a hobby here.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 4/13/2005 03:07:00 AM ]
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