Frog tasting

Hello,

So finally pay day arrived, so we trekked over to head office to pick up our wages, and there waiting for us was a fat envelope stuffed with lots of 100Yuan notes, let the spending begin…

One of the first things we did with the wages was go to an English pub with my TA, Clare. Home comforts etc etc. A Sunday roast was the obvious choice of food and didn’t disappoint. We got her a pint, but it was seemingly impossible for her to drink even a quarter of it, despite saying she liked it with a bitter face. We then decided we should finally have a massage, see what the fuss is all about. We opted for a ‘Chinese full body massage’. It was interesting, but next time I want my back to be seriously damaged I think I’ll go for the cheaper option of breaking some springs in my mattress and rolling around on it. It was seriously painful, and not enjoyable. However, when my back wasn’t being viciously attacked, she played with feet, arms, bum, legs, and head, and this was relaxing, and ‘nice’. Excuse the unambitious word, but it’s the definitely the most appropriate word. The massage parlour was a cute, tranquil little place, and the massage was just £8 for an hour’s work, so it was an experience worth paying for. Next time though I think I’m going for a foot massage…

Since pay day, there has been a serious quantity of food consumed. Quantity does not always equate to quality though. I ate frog the other day, which is apparently one of the most popular dishes here. I felt a bit sad as I ate it, because you see them in the supermarkets at all the time, sad, sitting in a big bowl, unable to get out… but i still ate it all. It was just a pretty standard meat to be honest, if you could manage to find it in amongst all the bones. The sauce it came with was actually really delicious, but I struggle to understand why you would want a poor little frog, which lacks meat, to be the meat in the dish. A bit of chicken breast, and it would be a great little meal. On a better note, we have started to use the street stalls more frequently, which is convenient because there is always some open, all around the clock. We had a BBQ kind of dish, served in a thick bread, and it was genuinely the tastiest thing I think I’ve ever eaten. It was just full of flavour and amazing. (we returned the next day for another one, and in the following days tried some other stall’s, but the first one will never be beaten). However, this week on a few online magazines there has been a few stories published about how many of these stalls have been pulled from the street for selling cat, but saying its lamb. I was outraged, and disgusted, and if I find out that I have eaten cat I think I will have to leave Shanghai. It sounds drastic, but all I can think of are my poor little cats at home, and eating them, and it makes me feel angry, and sad =[

The Chinese are so concerned with health, it’s rather annoying. Anything and everything is connected to what is healthy for you to do, with no real actual explanation other than it’s what they’ve been told. For example, in some northern cities, they eat dog (sad face), because apparently if you eat dog it will keep you warm. This seriously wound me up. If being kept warm is that a big issue, don’t kill a dog to keep you warm, go stand over the rice cooker for a bit and warm yourself up.

Work is still pretty fun, the kids always keep me entertained, even when being offensive to me. The parents however want to stick their noses in everything and think that their child is the most important and I should concentrate on them most. In one class I had a new student come and try out to see if he and the parents liked me and the class. After the lesson, he told his parents that he had fun and wants to join, and the dad agreed. However, the silly old hag of a mum said that she didn’t want him to join because I did not ask him as many questions as the other students. Heaven knows how she came to this decision from outside the classroom, added to the fact that she understands no English. Anyway, I was not aware of what was going on, and my TA had to translate for me, but then a student got involved and apparently said that I did ask him as many questions, and then she finally agreed to let him join the class.

Sisi has now arrived back in Shanghai. It’s great to have someone else to talk to, and abuse, and question the Chinese way of living, but this often turns into hour long arguments. It’s been a great help ordering food in restaurants, and trying out some places that we’d never be able to try without a Chinese speaker. On her first night back we went out for some drinks, and she proceeded to be sick all over the table just as we were close to making some new American friends. She has also started to give me some Chinese lessons, so as well as being able to count, I can now ask for the bill, say your welcome, ask for a waiter, ask how much, say I don’t understand, say not correct, and many names of subway stations and other small words. It all sounds the same to be honest, but it’s bloody hard controlling your mouth to make them sounds. We celebrated Mid Autumn festival day, so ate many moon cakes (a must try), and Sisi cooked us a big meal to celebrate. It was, erm, ok.

One final anecdote for this week. We were sat in a café this week, when a boy came in and showed Daniel his phone, and pointed at me, I was confused and assumed he was asking for directions. It turns out that he told Daniel that his little girl-friend outside liked me, and wanted my number, so he gave it to her. I looked out of the window and saw a girl waving excitedly at me. She was cute to be fair, but no thanks. Anyway, later on that night she text me, and excused her behaviour, and said it’s not her normal style… I must just be irresistible! She then said her name was ‘Yaya’. The only other person I know called Yaya, is Yaya Toure, an African Football player. She couldn’t be serious. I had to stop texting her, but it was fun to be ‘chatted up’, in such an old school style.

Untill next time, traaa.

Typhoon on the way!

Hello friends,

As I write Shanghai is currently under a Typhoon warning, how exciting! Schools had to close yesterday as a precaution, but nothing seems to be happening except for heavy rain, and constant lighting and thunder.

Last week saw the ending of summer camp. Finally I’ve got rid of them little brats who I’ve had to entertain everyday for a whole month. It was sad to say bye to a couple of them I suppose, namely ‘Kitty’, who despite being annoying, is the biggest character. Some of the others I was happy to say goodbye to, they offered nothing and will only go on to be just be another Chinese person (one of the little international students you see walking around Liverpool with an oversized rucksack, glasses, scent of soy sauce, slight look of a virgin).

Normal weekend lessons still continue though, and surprisingly continue to be fairly enjoyable. Daniel had someone from head office come in to assess him on Saturday, and then I got a phone call asking me to cover 2 classes on Sunday morning. I therefore assumed that I would be assessed so spent most of Saturday worrying and trying to plan lessons. I wasted the evening listening to palace updates on the internet, this done nothing but put me in a bad mood. The next morning to my relief nobody turned up to assess me. With a new class I always spend the first 10 minutes letting them guess my age as a time wasting activity. They guessed the following ages; 31, 33, 34, 37, and 39! Piss off!! No way I look in my 30’s. Stop squinting and make a proper guess.

Sunday was the class with Winnie! Bless her, her English is improving, (So is her dress size). It’s my favourite class though as the TA is so cool. She goes by the name of Manny, and we spend most of the class chit-chatting, whilst involving Winnie, so it’s all very easy. After class, myself and Daniel went for dinner at one of my TA’s house (Keysee). It was a bit surreal, she came to the station to pick us up, and we walked anxiously to her flat, where we were greeted by 2 other girls, and 2 other boys. The boys had limited English, but were friendly enough. One had no English name, so he’s now officially called Wes, and one of the girls didn’t have an English name, and so has now taken up the name of Fisty. (The nickname of Sarah Lynn) They had no air conditioning in the living room, which was a pain; it was so hot and sweaty. The food was ready, there was lots of it, and so all 7 of us crammed round the little table and ate. They were so hospitable, it was cute. One of the girls (Clara) was genuinely one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, but I can’t really explain in words what she was like. When you eat Chinese food, everything is placed on the table, and then you take the food as you wish, but the table was so small, which resulted in me literally dropping my cup and spilling my drink three times through dinner, and the chopsticks were flying all over the place. So much delicious food, but I’m still none the wiser as to what it was. Clara kept offering ‘shoooup’, it was lush, and it tickled me the way she said it.

We finished food, and sat around on the sofas, and chatted. It became awkward when asked whether we were looking for Chinese girlfriends, and then I realised that I was being set up for some sort of relationship with Keysee. Sensing I wasn’t interested, she brang out what I thought was her trump card, by saying ‘mixed race Chinese babies are so cute though’… Yeah, but no thanks. She’d gone so out of her way to impress, and I had no idea how to let her down, so I said, ‘oh, I’m too young, maybe in 5 years ill find one’. Without being a big head, she was clearly a bit gutted, but still persisted in flirting, ‘I like your eyes’, ‘I like your nose’…. My nose?! She couldn’t be serious; I’ve never received such a comment before. She then pulled her actual trump card. She said she can do salsa dancing, but was too shy to show us, so she tried showing us a video on a youtube type website of the dancing she does. Little realising that it was a stripper she was showing us. I would have died if I were her. She was so happy with herself showing us the dancing she’d been learning, but had put on the wrong video, and we had a classless stripper on the screen, erect nipples, pointing us right in the eye. Ouch!

To prevent her further embarrassment we had to leave. It was too sweaty as well, and there was a lingering BO in the room. We left, happy that we have some new friends. We’ve promised to take them to some bars, which should be interesting.

I’ve now received my full time schedule, 1 Wednesday evening class, and 9-5 Saturday and Sunday. Score! One week till we get paid, and then I can begin to adventure properly.

There’s no other main news to report, we’re pretty much home bound till pay day as money is running very low, so until next time, traaa!

Winnie the fatty.

Iya loves.

So we’ve been here for nearly a month now, but it still can be a bit surreal sometimes being on the subway alone, and being the only western face, and not knowing what anyone else is saying. Most of the time though it’s pretty clear that they are pointing and talking about you, which can be annoying. It’s also annoying the way that everyone is so keen to be the first on the train even if it’s not busy. When I spot this, I broaden my shoulders, tense up, and barge as many people as I can, and be as careless with my big feet as I can. This is satisfying, and I intend to continue doing it until they learn some manners. I would feel bad, but they obviously don’t feel bad for starring and talking about me. As I’m typing now, I’ve just had a couple of girls walk past the apartment, who had to take two steps back to be nosey and have a look inside because they can see a Westerner. I use the word ‘girl’ loosely as they don’t seem to be too bothered about acting feminine when they’re gobbing on the floor next to me.

Anyway, everyday has been spent in work with kids. I’d like to say I feel quite experienced now. It’s such a fun job, and defo something I wanna do when I get back to the UK. Most of the kids are cute (except Winnie, bless her). She’s honestly about 6ft tall, and 11 years old. I done a test with her and another child, and said write 3 words to describe Winnie on the board, and he wrote ‘fat’ on the board. So harsh, but it was the most obvious characteristic. She’s quite clever when she writes, but her mouth is like her eyes, just a little slit on a big face, and it just doesn’t do much. Socialising with the teaching assistants is also fun. They are all so friendly and cute. My favourites are Manny ( yes, Manny, a woman. I’m sure my Dad had a big black friend called Manny who used to come round on Saturday mornings and do some computer stuff), Eva, and Clare. When I first saw Clare, I thought, ‘she reminds me of Eva Longoria, should I tell her…. No, she wouldn’t understand’. But two minutes later she was talking to me about Desperate Housewives and how she loves Gabby (Eva Longoria), so I was like ‘OMG, I was gonna say you remind me of her’. I realise how camp that sounds, but she loved it and thought I was flirting, and said that I’m ‘very nice and handsome’, and we should ‘play out together’ because she loves making new friends! Yay, I’ll let you know how it goes.

On my lunch break on Sunday I went down to KFC. My classes on a Sunday are in an obscure area where there is no other foods which are possible for me to order from. In fact, I’m sure I saw the tattoo that Daniel has on a menu. Anyway, the Chinese go a bit crazy for KFC because it was so busy and nowhere to sit. So I stood around waiting, and span round only to drop my chips on the floor. Everyone turned around to see what the Westerner was doing. So I put the rest of my food on a Chinese families table, and they all get nervous and worried I’m gonna sit next to them. (They literally breathed a sigh of relief when I took it back (the relief breath stunk, but smelly breath is quite common here)). I then had to bend down and pick up the chips, revealing a hairy crack to all present. I quickly made my way out and ate the food on the way back to work.

Tonight is ‘Chinese Valentines day’…. What am I doing, I hear you ask? Well, going for dinner somewhere with Daniel. =[ Lucky, fricking me! It’s made me wonder if I was Hitler in a previous life, and I’m being punished. However, we do have Dexter to look forward to watch when we get back. We’ve been watching an episode every night, it’s so amazing, and is slowly closing in on Desperate Housewives and Lost as one of my favourite TV series ever. Series 2 was just £6 in the shops. (Could I make a small request to anyone planning to come and visit to not bring a full suitcase and allow some space for me to put some DVD’s in)… This isn’t interesting, let me move on.

So, despite what Daniel may paint out what happened this week as being something major, we had a small accident. I was driving along, and there was an unexpected ditch, and then a sudden hill so we lost balance and fell over. Luckily, we only had a couple of scratches. Unluckily, I’ve had a whinging flat mate for a week from it. When we got up from the floor, there was some prick of a man standing, pointing to the divot in the road. Yes, that’s pretty clear now. Now please move on and mind your own business before I run you over. I’ve seemed to of developed quite an aggressive streak the last few weeks, but I’m a bit cautious about what I say who to as I’m worried they might do a few somersaults over to me, and perform some kung-fu on me. They all seem too weedy to cause any damage to me though. (famous last words)

Sunday night was probably my low point so far of being here. As it’s been a week since the mudslides in China, it was a day of mourning. This meant that there is no entertainment anywhere in the country, including TV channels, so every channel on TV was the same news, in Chinese. I say put Friends on every TV channel and cheer everyone up. (at the risk of being a bit disrespectful) The internet was too slow to use, and we’re restricted to 150 hours a month, I have no books left to read, and we can’t watch too many Dexter’s at once or else we’ll run out. The mudslides do seem pretty horrific though. There were also other mudslides about 10 days ago in China. In Shanghai in fact, exiting from me, in the bathroom. Watching the news it seems there is natural disasters going on everywhere, is the world coming to end? I hope not, because what a waste of time the past 3 years were with all that coursework and exam stress.  (may i interrupt again to say that a young girl has just walked past the apartment with her grandad, who has made her open her legs, and piss all over the street, vile)

I’ve been having some strange dreams this week. I had a massive argument with my Dad, and then Athos (brother) got involved, but he appeared in the form of a butterfly. But not a normal butterfly, he was a butterfly that looked like a piece of chopped up chilli! Anyway, I got the hose (?!), and chased after him to drown him and kill him. I also dreamt that the family came and visited, but then we were in Australia, and doing some sporting events like Gladiators, but outside. For some strange (disturbing) reason, my Mum and Dad were both naked in this event. My mum won though, and I came a close second. A final dream was that I was with Daniel being hung from a rope, going down Streatham high road,  which had a big market on, but loads of the stalls were of my Mum’s Greek cooking?! There was also a huge stall which was selling Macclesfield football club items, because they were playing at Wembley that day. Why the hell would I dream about such things?!

I hope everyone who is reading will be pleased to know that the runny bummy has stopped, but it did come at a cost of couple of pairs of boxers though.

Untill next time, Traaaa.

(Oh, and thank God for N-Dubz. The amount they’ve been played on the ipod is stupid, but I’m still in love. The kids even know how to say ‘Don’t get nine’. Im planning on teaching them ‘Na na, naai’ next)

‘You have a big ugly nose’

It’s now been 2 weeks since leaving the glitz of London, although it feels like a couple of days ago that I was sitting in that God damn awful, non air-conditioned airport in Russia.

I’m now able to use the Shanghai metro alone, with confidence. However, when on the subway it is highly advisable to have tunnel vision. This is because it seems that when children here want to go toilet, the parents will pull down their pants, no matter where they are, and let them spray away. Once particular case of a woman holding a 4-5 year old over a bin letting him piss (powerfully) into a bin, however the Mother, to my delight (and shock) probably didn’t plan for all them coco puffs to come out of his ass and go all over her bag. She deserved it, hell, I needed a piss too, she should have told the kid to suck it and piss when he got home (in Chinese though).

We’ve now moved into the apartment, which is far nicer than the rooms we were placed in before. We have a shower with actual flowing water and no pregnant animals in all corners. Air conditioning in each room, a TV (2 sports programmes, and an English channel), and kitchen facilities (eating out every night can become boring, especially sat next to someone who doesn’t like any spicy food, or fishy food). Having kitchen facilities meant a trip to the supermarket, which proved a difficult task. I’m not sure how it can be classed as normal when you are in the sweet aisle section, and included in this is chicken feet. We ended up buying noodles, rice, dumplings, chicken breast (no bones!!), and sausages. Bit lame really, but my stomach seems more settled nowJ.

Sunday was the first day of taking lessons. I arrived nice and early, too early in fact. I was sat outside the reception doors waiting for them to come in and unlock the doors and turn the lights on. The class was pretty much a success. It was with just 4 kids, who were all pretty well behaved and responded to all the games I had prepared for them. One game they liked the most was the warm up game of musical bums. So going into my next lesson I thought I would also use this game. However, it was a lesson with a bunch of 12-13 year old girls, who were probably too old to play such games. Despite me showing them an example of ‘dancing’ they weren’t really up for it, so I had to change games. The class didn’t go too great, I was told they were doing a different class to what they were, so I was unprepared for how to make the lesson interesting, and teenage girls are shy and don’t want to get involved. As I was leaving I got a phone call asking me to take another class at 4 o’clock. Brilliant. So I went home, ate some noodle, and got on the subway back. In the class was just one person, a little (big) fat girl who couldn’t open her mouth more than a cm. I felt sorry for her, but she did need a slap and be told to get on with it. Oh, and her name was Winnih, it was hard for me not to laugh! Luckily, another boy came in after 20 minutes, the class passed by really quickly, went pretty well.

This morning I had my first regular class for summer camp. I met my class, they were all cute which was good, but then two girls came up to me and told me I have a big ugly nose. Kitty then did say I am ‘beautiful, but my nose is big, and ugly’. Stupid cow, just because my ass opens wider that your eyes do, don’t be a bitch to me. The day was long, the TA told me to just play as many games as possible with them. There was minimal teaching, but the TA said as long as they’re having fun then it doesn’t matter. I’m sure that’s not what the parents pay for, but oh well, it’s not my money. It came to lunch time and I was again insulted by another child. I finished my lunch and she came up to me and said ‘Teacher, that’s why you are so fat, because you eat so much’. I only had a bit of chicken, vegetables, and rice that they ordered for us at reception. Cheeky bitch. I wanted to say to her, ‘aren’t you gutted that its summer holidays, but you are in English school everyday 9-5’. I chose not to, but I’ve stored it in the back of my brain for next time.

I made a bit of a boo boo earlier, I was sat on my bed having a lie down, and I accidentally followed through. Oopsises, straight into the washing machine….

Untill next time, traaaa.

Shredded Wheat poo poo.

28/07/2010

Starting to settle into China now, and have realised that Shanghai is a big place. We discovered a new shopping centre a minutes walk away, which apparently is one of the western areas. This also meant we could get some non-Chinese food…… a Mexican burger in fact, it made a nice change knowing what to expect when the food was being served, and not having to ask for an additional bowl to put the bones of a foot into.

We found a hairdressers in the shopping mall nearby so I decided I needed to have a little chop. An American had advised us that ‘it’s totally a good hairdressers’, and that I should get my haircut with some bloke called ‘Seven’. I’ve come to the conclusion that they choose their names far too easily, and use poetic license when deciding how to spell it. (Met a ‘Paggy’, and ‘Minranda’ too) Anyway, they had no English, so he gave me a book of Chinese mens hair cuts to look at, to choose a similar one for me. Problem  being I have a completely different hair type to Chinese hair, so we had to find another book, and just pick out a Western style for him to apply to me. Whilst searching through the books, I had a pair of hands on my back and shoulders doing some crazy things. I realised it was a massage; it lasted a good 20 minutes, but was highly relaxing. I was reassured by the fact that even in China, some of the ‘hairdressers’ are pissy little queens, just like we get in England. ‘Seven’ was nice enough though, despite constantly blowing loose hairs off of me, but also spraying me with a venomous soy sauce breathe! It was a tidy little shop though, and once where you’d expect to pay £30 plus in England. Luckily, this was only £6.80! (or the equivalent of £6.80)

After some sunshine for the first couple of days, we have seen no blue sky since, and I have been told not to expect to see blue sky until I go back to England. This is a shame, but it keeps the body temperature down, and the body odours at a minimum (not including the ones created from inside), unfortunately, this is a problem which will never get away from me. Furthermore, despite the copious amounts of food consumed so far, my body has struggled to process it into anything more than a Shredded Wheat! I feel I’ve given enough crude humour for one blog now so I’ll move on…. Despite the lack of sunshine, the locals still feel the need to walk around with umbrellas, because god forbid they expose their skin to some sunlight, and having a tan is certainly not craved over here. This means I’m constantly on ‘eye watch’, because them little pricks on the umbrellas aren’t far from making me lose an eyeball.

We had to visit head office on Monday to sign contracts, sort out schedules etc. But before we done any of this we had to have a ‘small interview’. This ended with having to construct a practise class to 3 people from the office. Stupidly, I picked out of the book the lesson on animals, and teaching the concept of what they can and can’t do. Rather than giving my own animals, I asked the ‘students’ what their favourite animal was, and thus had some difficulty in teaching them the actions of what the student does. Embarrassingly, I made bunny ears and hopped around the meeting room to explain a rabbit, I clawed my hands and roared when explaining a Tiger, and ‘Woofed’ at the 3 women when explaining a Dog. Their expressions weren’t hard to read (‘what the ****’). Also, as the lesson was meant to be about what they can, and can’t do, I naturally talked about what the can eat. Imagine how unimpressed the women were when my example for the women was that ‘Tigers ‘can’ eat humans’. (note to self- don’t use this example for the children). I have my first classes on Sunday, 9.30-12, pray for me!

Missing everyone from back home (well, the ones I like (love?)).

Until the next blog, traaaa.

Welcome to Shanghai!!!

We finally got on the plane after watching a massive feud with a Nigeria family trying to get on their flight with roughly 25 pieces of hand luggage!

The 16 hour wait in Russia was extended to 17 because of the flight being delayed… death seemed a better option that waiting around at this point. The Russians were scary, and they need to install an air conditioning piece in the airport because I was sweating like a bitch all day. Once on the plane all I could smell was my sweaty ass, but then everyone else’s smells got mixed up too, it was unpleasant.

Flight was long but I got the highest score against the rest of the plane on Pac-man, and knocked everyone off the table at poker, but as I was about to beat the one remaining guy we came in to land so the TV’s went off. How inconsiderate.

We made it to China! It was bloody hot, and we were greeted by our boss Ellen, who had a sign for us in Chinese writing. Thankfully she recognised us and didn’t rely on our ability to read Chinese. The roads are mental, every few seconds the taxi man would beep his horn, despite there being nobody about.

We met a load of the people from the company/landlords, but because the apartment isn’t ready for another weak they’ve put us in a ‘hotel’. It’s vile; I was physically gagging at the state of the bathroom. We made some friends though…. 5 cockroaches, whom we played ‘it’ with until we finally caught them all and flushed them down the toilet.

Anyway, our boss took us for some lunch, in a cool little restaurant. Everything was under the equivalent of £2…… I like!! She then took us to the supermarket to get Chinese sim card and bed sheets, but we were bombarded with workers who wanted to get involved and help out. I felt so wealthy.

Went for some dinner in the evening… I wish we didn’t though. We ordered pork ears, it was a huge bowl of just ears with all the ligaments in, it was like physically cracking and munching on a human ear, we left ¾ of it, oops. This food ensured many toilet visitations the next day, producing abnormal smells, shapes and colours. (Daniel left a turquoise one!!) (For the amusement of Fisty, Stacy, Lozzer, and Abi)

We’ve been walking past lots of Chinese women in shops who have been waving, so we have been waving back assuming they’re just sweet people waving at some Westerners. We now found out that they are all prozzies, who apparently offer foot massages, but then eventually turns into a bit of a willy massage too. Tut tut.

Went out to a few bars on the Friday night, so there were more Westerners about, got chatting to a yank for a while who was the manager of the bar, got lots of drinks in and ended up in a pole dancing bar, with some business men coming in and giving us their business cards, and then putting Chinese girls on our table and trying to make us stay. We managed to slip away, but ended up in another bar with another prozzies, who wants some ‘English lessons’, I gave here a quick free one…. Behave!

Finally went to school to watch some lessons, but I’ve had the worst hangover I can remember. The teaching job seems far too easy, I can’t wait to get started. Some of the little girls are the cutest, but have some stupid names, (Clala, Bambi, Nico(for a girl)). One of the Teacher Assistants (Mandy) took us for lunch, she’s officially the cutest person I’ve ever met. She said she’s doing part time at the moment because she wants some time to ‘play with her friends’. I wanted to cuddle her when she said that. Went for lunch, where all 3 of us had 3 main meals…. Which came to a combined total of £2.60!!

My writing was momentarily disturbed to chase 2 huge cockroaches away, I feel sick at the thought of them. Bluh….

All in all, I’m loving the experience so far, and can’t wait to get working schedule and move into the apartment and get into a routine, and then have some visitors over.

I do miss English TV though =[, and I’m so behind on the football, can’t wait to get the internet. (I miss family and friends too!!)

Untill next time, traa traaa!

So, I’m all packed, and sitting around waiting for food to be ready, and then my parents are taking me to the airport……….. I must pause to take the time that I feel a bit like Carrie from SATC doing this.

Daniel (my travelling partner) came up with the idea of a blog, but don’t expect mine to have any similarities to his. He’s taken the ‘article’ type, however, this requires too much effort for me. I’m going for the ‘casual informative’ method as a way to keep everyone up to date with my ongoings, and obviously keep me in your hearts =]

Even though we’re leaving for China tonight, we don’t arrive till Thursday morning. 2 days time that is!! (16 hour wait in some dusty Russian airport)

Wish me a safe journey, I’ll hopefully be back in a few days once I have the internet up and running in Shanghai.

Tra, Traa.

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