... of ever-lovin' rain, that is. Today was the first day in literally 40 days that it did not rain. It was weird - I woke up with this strange sensation on my face, and it took me about 5 minutes to realise it was sunshine!
Sorry the posts have been a bit thin on the ground - I'm having an extended period of "life is poo" and I didn't want to waste valuable internet space barking on about it all.
I'm trying really hard to think of some good things, just to provide a bit of balance.
Oh! I know. I went to the Lantern Festival tonight with some of the work girls. It was great - amazing paper lanterns (mostly shaped like rats, since it's Year of the Rat) made by various local schools, and they covered Sun Yat Sen Memorial Hall in red and gold paper. Plus there were fairy lights everywhere and puppet shows. Taipei is actually reasonably pretty at night. I guess everybody and everything looks better in the dark...
I did catch yet another stupid bumpkin taking a video of us (this is the 3rd time, that I've noticed) and when he saw me glaring at him he quickly moved on. Honestly!
(good things good things good things)
I'm really enjoying listening to one of Kevin's fav Canadian bands - Wide Mouth Mason. Might have to steal all the albums that he has!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
1991
Ah yes, 1991. The year I was fifteen, and high school consisted of classes, interspersed with angsty crap about boys, whispering about other girls, and in-depth discussions about who was best friends with whom. Thank goodness those days are over.
Or are they?
I feel like when I go upstairs to teach, the Teachers Aids and their manager are staring daggers at my back, and aren't quite as genuinely friendly as one might expect, considering I'm a reasonably nice person and haven't had any run-ins with any of them. And it turns out I'm right.
They HATE me because I'm friends with a male teacher who used to date one of them. She's not over it, she is jealous of me being friends with him, and now all the rest of them are indulging in this little flashback to simpler times by acting like a bunch of hormone riddled sharp clawed harpy teenagers.
What can I say?
Or are they?
I feel like when I go upstairs to teach, the Teachers Aids and their manager are staring daggers at my back, and aren't quite as genuinely friendly as one might expect, considering I'm a reasonably nice person and haven't had any run-ins with any of them. And it turns out I'm right.
They HATE me because I'm friends with a male teacher who used to date one of them. She's not over it, she is jealous of me being friends with him, and now all the rest of them are indulging in this little flashback to simpler times by acting like a bunch of hormone riddled sharp clawed harpy teenagers.
What can I say?
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Birthday Noods
I've been having one of those "Everything is coming up Milhouse" sort of days. Went down to the shops for a few last minute things before everything closes (it's New Years Eve of course) and got some excellent bargains from people itching to close up and start their holidays.
Then I was feeling peckish so I stopped at this little noodly place (where they regarded me with horror, so I rang Teresa for translation...) and had the most kick-ass brown noodles in saucy stuff with crunchy I don't know whats on top and coriander and chilli and mushrooms. It was FANTASTIC. This weird old man decided to sit at my table, so I had company. He eventually slipped his face mask on and conked out with his head resting on the fridge, so I guess he didn't find me threatening.
Then I bought a jacket (also on sale) because it's freezing at the moment and nowhere in Taiwan has heating.
And now I am snuggled up in my bat cave, feeling full and happy and content. I bought nice snacks (some of which I'll send to Tracy) and I'm going to have a ginger tea. Oh Jody! You are so Taiwanese!
Oh yeah (just re-read my title) Teresa tells me that the character and pronunciation of the word for those noodles means that if you eat them on your birthday you'll have a long life.
Then I was feeling peckish so I stopped at this little noodly place (where they regarded me with horror, so I rang Teresa for translation...) and had the most kick-ass brown noodles in saucy stuff with crunchy I don't know whats on top and coriander and chilli and mushrooms. It was FANTASTIC. This weird old man decided to sit at my table, so I had company. He eventually slipped his face mask on and conked out with his head resting on the fridge, so I guess he didn't find me threatening.
Then I bought a jacket (also on sale) because it's freezing at the moment and nowhere in Taiwan has heating.
And now I am snuggled up in my bat cave, feeling full and happy and content. I bought nice snacks (some of which I'll send to Tracy) and I'm going to have a ginger tea. Oh Jody! You are so Taiwanese!
Oh yeah (just re-read my title) Teresa tells me that the character and pronunciation of the word for those noodles means that if you eat them on your birthday you'll have a long life.
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