Oh my word, it feels so good to be back – and a bit weird, after having disappeared from this site for 5 months…
There are 3 reasons for my desertion:
1. Writer’s block (I know, how on Earth can you not have anything to write about when you’re in a foreign country? But I guess I just didn’t know where to start)
2. Laziness
3. Not enough time. I’m serious; just 5 minutes ago I was studying the 31 Spinal nerves. I’m proud to say I’m half-way Dr Livingstone. :)
So the story for my inspiration was having the best Sunday – March 4th – ever. I’ve had a lot of adventures in China, but not enough weird days, and here’s how last Sunday went:
I woke up at 6am, to the painful singing of my religious dormitory neighbor belting out gospel songs and Adele’s “Someone Like you”. Not that I’m surprised, because every Saturday night at 11pm and Sunday morning for the past 5 months she’s done nothing but sing that stupid Adele number.
At 8am I shot out of bed and reached for my cell phone – My Organic Chemistry laboratory practical had started already! Yes, in China they sometimes have school or university on a Saturday and Sunday. I had my practical on Sunday mornings at 8am. I threw on my skinny jeans, All-Star Sneakers, lab coat over my pajamas and was out the door, after being greeted by a friend. I learnt Sublimation, distillation and isolation of caffeine from tea leaves – my stomach grumbling for the 150 minute practical. I had no idea what was going on, and because 10 minutes ago I was fast asleep, my group let me do nothing but clean out the apparatus, watch the extraction process for an hour,
check the thermometer readings and get the materials.
Boooooring!
I finally had breakfast after that – my first attempt at a Tuna sandwich. It was awesome! I wrote the lab report for an
hour. I’m trying to remember why Sunday was such a fun day… I remember watching 3 movies that day: Hall Pass, Superbad and 40 Days 40 nights. I made two treaties with friends: A so-called Racial one, where for one week none of us were supposed to mention the word race, religion or the various countries we were from because for the past 5 months that’s all we ever seemed to talk about or make jokes regarding. And then the second treaty I can’t actually mention…
I also remember just eating the whole day, and pretending to study. Also freezing in the process. For lunch I attempted to make fried potato slices – I burnt the pot, the potatoes and the stove somehow. My room was a smoking wreck at the end of it all, and the potatoes came out so oily! This is why I don’t cook – I burn!
A group of us went to McDonald’s for supper and it was raining, and I think then is when we made the Racial treaty. I also think I chilled in a lot of the student’s rooms that day, and tried to make popcorn for that night’s movie. Burnt the popcorn too and made a huge mess in the room, and I had a lot of weird, awkward conversation throughout the day.
At 11pm one of the American guys dragged us all to a party upstairs, for one of the Chinese Student Culture guide’s birthday. I crashed in my friend’s bed, another friend came and hid from the party with me, a couple of guys came into the room and didn’t even know we were under the duvets, and then later we got dragged out of the room for the party. Took a lot of dodgy pictures and then when all the cake was finished, a war of leftover cake began! I hid in the same room where I was sleeping earlier, and then 2 girls asked me to open the door so they could wash their hands from the fight. I let in the 2 quietest girls – big mistake, because they chased me out of the room with a fistful of cake. And then I was attacked with cake from every angle and being chased all over the dormitory. A guy from New Zealand messed my hair and clothes, so I chased him into one of the rooms and messed his clothes. He
then started a water fight with me and I emerged from the room drenched in water and birthday cake. He was chasing another girl, when he slipped in Sprite and dropped his mug. At the end of all this he hurt himself and had to get his hand bandaged, and so the party was over by midnight. And for 10 minutes I plotted my revenge, before I discovered his hand was bleeding.
Then another girl and I stole Sprite and Coke from the boys, and I ended up having a shower and washing my sugar & cream coated hair at 1:30am. I went to bed an hour later, having had too much fun on that particular day and sadly not remembering all the fun things I did in the first place.
And so I’ve realized, that whenever I feel a day is worth blogging about, I should just get off my ass and do it before I forget all the fun things that actually happened. Like how I wrote a bunch of crap in this blog, for instance. And apparently I spoke in my sleep about everything that happened, but I’ll never remember what really did on that fateful Sunday.
And the most torturous part about having the best day ever and not remembering most of it? I was sober.
There are 3 reasons for my desertion:
1. Writer’s block (I know, how on Earth can you not have anything to write about when you’re in a foreign country? But I guess I just didn’t know where to start)
2. Laziness
3. Not enough time. I’m serious; just 5 minutes ago I was studying the 31 Spinal nerves. I’m proud to say I’m half-way Dr Livingstone. :)
So the story for my inspiration was having the best Sunday – March 4th – ever. I’ve had a lot of adventures in China, but not enough weird days, and here’s how last Sunday went:
I woke up at 6am, to the painful singing of my religious dormitory neighbor belting out gospel songs and Adele’s “Someone Like you”. Not that I’m surprised, because every Saturday night at 11pm and Sunday morning for the past 5 months she’s done nothing but sing that stupid Adele number.
At 8am I shot out of bed and reached for my cell phone – My Organic Chemistry laboratory practical had started already! Yes, in China they sometimes have school or university on a Saturday and Sunday. I had my practical on Sunday mornings at 8am. I threw on my skinny jeans, All-Star Sneakers, lab coat over my pajamas and was out the door, after being greeted by a friend. I learnt Sublimation, distillation and isolation of caffeine from tea leaves – my stomach grumbling for the 150 minute practical. I had no idea what was going on, and because 10 minutes ago I was fast asleep, my group let me do nothing but clean out the apparatus, watch the extraction process for an hour,
check the thermometer readings and get the materials.
Boooooring!
I finally had breakfast after that – my first attempt at a Tuna sandwich. It was awesome! I wrote the lab report for an
hour. I’m trying to remember why Sunday was such a fun day… I remember watching 3 movies that day: Hall Pass, Superbad and 40 Days 40 nights. I made two treaties with friends: A so-called Racial one, where for one week none of us were supposed to mention the word race, religion or the various countries we were from because for the past 5 months that’s all we ever seemed to talk about or make jokes regarding. And then the second treaty I can’t actually mention…
I also remember just eating the whole day, and pretending to study. Also freezing in the process. For lunch I attempted to make fried potato slices – I burnt the pot, the potatoes and the stove somehow. My room was a smoking wreck at the end of it all, and the potatoes came out so oily! This is why I don’t cook – I burn!
A group of us went to McDonald’s for supper and it was raining, and I think then is when we made the Racial treaty. I also think I chilled in a lot of the student’s rooms that day, and tried to make popcorn for that night’s movie. Burnt the popcorn too and made a huge mess in the room, and I had a lot of weird, awkward conversation throughout the day.
At 11pm one of the American guys dragged us all to a party upstairs, for one of the Chinese Student Culture guide’s birthday. I crashed in my friend’s bed, another friend came and hid from the party with me, a couple of guys came into the room and didn’t even know we were under the duvets, and then later we got dragged out of the room for the party. Took a lot of dodgy pictures and then when all the cake was finished, a war of leftover cake began! I hid in the same room where I was sleeping earlier, and then 2 girls asked me to open the door so they could wash their hands from the fight. I let in the 2 quietest girls – big mistake, because they chased me out of the room with a fistful of cake. And then I was attacked with cake from every angle and being chased all over the dormitory. A guy from New Zealand messed my hair and clothes, so I chased him into one of the rooms and messed his clothes. He
then started a water fight with me and I emerged from the room drenched in water and birthday cake. He was chasing another girl, when he slipped in Sprite and dropped his mug. At the end of all this he hurt himself and had to get his hand bandaged, and so the party was over by midnight. And for 10 minutes I plotted my revenge, before I discovered his hand was bleeding.
Then another girl and I stole Sprite and Coke from the boys, and I ended up having a shower and washing my sugar & cream coated hair at 1:30am. I went to bed an hour later, having had too much fun on that particular day and sadly not remembering all the fun things I did in the first place.
And so I’ve realized, that whenever I feel a day is worth blogging about, I should just get off my ass and do it before I forget all the fun things that actually happened. Like how I wrote a bunch of crap in this blog, for instance. And apparently I spoke in my sleep about everything that happened, but I’ll never remember what really did on that fateful Sunday.
And the most torturous part about having the best day ever and not remembering most of it? I was sober.