This is the last post of "PRIVATE YAN".
I deactivated the blog some time ago. Now I've decided to let it be. Not too many posts really but they tell part of life in my "crazy" year of Master.
I say "crazy" because I was completely lost at that time: the language, the course, people, cultural shocks, names of streets, etc.
I don't know exactly when I got out of this circle, I've surely survived.
I'm grateful.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Diary of her mastress´ white leg (0)
July 22nd
Well this diary is for yesterday´s story...
Well lots of people asked me ¨what happened to you!¨ and with a surprising, caring, frown face...ok...sorry guys, I ´m not making fun of you, but since I´ve been asked the same question many times, I found my answer is getting more concise with detailed description...:) Here it is what I usually answer: I twisted my foot when trying to run in my high heels chasing after the bus on my way to work.
To get some funny aspect, I prefer adding some background such as you know...I´ve weared the same flat shoes for several days, and just exactly that day, I decide to wear the high heel one for a change...
Well, seriously I´ve been running in high heels many times...nothing happened.
Now some sad part, when I found out I couldn´t walk after i twisted the foot, I was really getting nervous, sitting at the bus station, trying to call my boss and my colleague, my tears just couldn´t stop falling...You can imagine how bad you feel that you couldn´t move a step towards your home which is probably only 50 meters away...
So I kept sitting on the bench of the bus stop, letting the tears falling down, waiting for my colleague...who took longer than usually it takes to find me...I saw her finally, at that time, she was like an angel, really, an angel...Alba...she used to be a dancer and she is so slim, but she actually managed to put me into the cab, later on in the hospital, put me into the wheelchair, and pushed me and the wheelchair across the street...and all the way inside the hospital...she was there for me...
I used to hear lots of bad things about public hospital of Spain, but that day, I barely waited for anything, when people knew I´m a foreigner and don´t speak Spanish, they seemed to be very patient with me and nice.....
There are time four doctors discussing about my x'ray, and I knew they were talking about me, for instance, some would talk and look at me,,and talk again...that was the only time I felt a little bit stupid not able to understand what they were talking...but was fine, I hope soon I ´ll figure out some practical solution of how to deal with my class...
Anyway I´m looking forward to going to my host family...where there are host father Javier, mother Rosa, sister Paula and brothers Alex, Jose, Lucas, and a Brazilian aunt...:) actually not bad at all!
Well this diary is for yesterday´s story...
Well lots of people asked me ¨what happened to you!¨ and with a surprising, caring, frown face...ok...sorry guys, I ´m not making fun of you, but since I´ve been asked the same question many times, I found my answer is getting more concise with detailed description...:) Here it is what I usually answer: I twisted my foot when trying to run in my high heels chasing after the bus on my way to work.
To get some funny aspect, I prefer adding some background such as you know...I´ve weared the same flat shoes for several days, and just exactly that day, I decide to wear the high heel one for a change...
Well, seriously I´ve been running in high heels many times...nothing happened.
Now some sad part, when I found out I couldn´t walk after i twisted the foot, I was really getting nervous, sitting at the bus station, trying to call my boss and my colleague, my tears just couldn´t stop falling...You can imagine how bad you feel that you couldn´t move a step towards your home which is probably only 50 meters away...
So I kept sitting on the bench of the bus stop, letting the tears falling down, waiting for my colleague...who took longer than usually it takes to find me...I saw her finally, at that time, she was like an angel, really, an angel...Alba...she used to be a dancer and she is so slim, but she actually managed to put me into the cab, later on in the hospital, put me into the wheelchair, and pushed me and the wheelchair across the street...and all the way inside the hospital...she was there for me...
I used to hear lots of bad things about public hospital of Spain, but that day, I barely waited for anything, when people knew I´m a foreigner and don´t speak Spanish, they seemed to be very patient with me and nice.....
There are time four doctors discussing about my x'ray, and I knew they were talking about me, for instance, some would talk and look at me,,and talk again...that was the only time I felt a little bit stupid not able to understand what they were talking...but was fine, I hope soon I ´ll figure out some practical solution of how to deal with my class...
Anyway I´m looking forward to going to my host family...where there are host father Javier, mother Rosa, sister Paula and brothers Alex, Jose, Lucas, and a Brazilian aunt...:) actually not bad at all!
Diary of her mastress´ white leg (1)
July 23rd
I had an absolutely fun time after breaking my foot...after coming to Spain most of my days are gray, not because people are bad, it is just because of social, cultural differences, language problems, tough studies, and working cultures....I had difficult adaptation time here...
But it seems my bad days are gone...I have never felt so much taken care of, and my happiness come back, like the bird...I can just be myself, no worries about work, social life, money, eating...
It reminds me one of my colleague´s saying...when u need something, you ask, then when u r asked to give, you give...
I´m full of love now...I want to give the love back one day...
Ok¨here is my menu today:
Breakfast: cereal, milk, with pear by Parveen-----really healthy...and sweet
Lunch: Toasted bread with potato inside, with ketch up, and i was amazed at the way she made the chocolate milk shake by Dyvia
Dinner: fresh vegetables with tomato, pasta with cheese inside by Laurence, secret iced tea by Jessica. Jessica bitched a lot about some colleague sitting in front of her, well, I had fun just bitching together with her...and her dad´s expericnes of breaking arms...Laurence told me stories about her dad´s stories breaking two legs....
Well, it seems many people have to break their legs or arms once in a while during their lives...well I´ve got mine...and luckily not a serious one....
I also had a nice injection by Capal, he studied my x`ray...and confirmed with me it is just a small fracture...jajajaja
I also had calls from Yanire, who told me how she took advantage of breaking+foot days to write a book...and i can do many things...
call from Geoffroy that i should paint my while leg with style....:)
call from Paula that I confirmed with her I´ll have chance sitting in the wheel chair ...:) and nice to know her mother´s friend is willing to take care of me as well....woooooooo, I feel like a popular star now...yes...i m now her master´s white leg...
of course, call from Sugata...but now she is having fun in her boss´s party...i wish her black dress with yellow flower wont drop...jejeje
Ok, enough of writing...tomorrow I´ll figure out how to tell the story in a bright manner to my parents...should be ok now...
I had an absolutely fun time after breaking my foot...after coming to Spain most of my days are gray, not because people are bad, it is just because of social, cultural differences, language problems, tough studies, and working cultures....I had difficult adaptation time here...
But it seems my bad days are gone...I have never felt so much taken care of, and my happiness come back, like the bird...I can just be myself, no worries about work, social life, money, eating...
It reminds me one of my colleague´s saying...when u need something, you ask, then when u r asked to give, you give...
I´m full of love now...I want to give the love back one day...
Ok¨here is my menu today:
Breakfast: cereal, milk, with pear by Parveen-----really healthy...and sweet
Lunch: Toasted bread with potato inside, with ketch up, and i was amazed at the way she made the chocolate milk shake by Dyvia
Dinner: fresh vegetables with tomato, pasta with cheese inside by Laurence, secret iced tea by Jessica. Jessica bitched a lot about some colleague sitting in front of her, well, I had fun just bitching together with her...and her dad´s expericnes of breaking arms...Laurence told me stories about her dad´s stories breaking two legs....
Well, it seems many people have to break their legs or arms once in a while during their lives...well I´ve got mine...and luckily not a serious one....
I also had a nice injection by Capal, he studied my x`ray...and confirmed with me it is just a small fracture...jajajaja
I also had calls from Yanire, who told me how she took advantage of breaking+foot days to write a book...and i can do many things...
call from Geoffroy that i should paint my while leg with style....:)
call from Paula that I confirmed with her I´ll have chance sitting in the wheel chair ...:) and nice to know her mother´s friend is willing to take care of me as well....woooooooo, I feel like a popular star now...yes...i m now her master´s white leg...
of course, call from Sugata...but now she is having fun in her boss´s party...i wish her black dress with yellow flower wont drop...jejeje
Ok, enough of writing...tomorrow I´ll figure out how to tell the story in a bright manner to my parents...should be ok now...
Thursday, May 22, 2008
中国人是有血性的
这几天跟同在IE读书的朋友聊起今年我国接连发生的不幸：雪灾，奥运火炬传递，地震。从悲伤，气愤，到全国许多年来从未有过的团结一致，引用众网友的话：“中国有希望了”。个人也非常赞同朋友的结论：中国人是有血性的！
中国人太平盛世的时候喜欢窝里斗，遇到委屈和不幸的时候多半能忍则忍，但是从古至今一旦大敌当前，有损我华夏子孙和大国尊严了，中国人的血性就完全被激发了！这时候的中国，就像你在这些视频里看到的，是一个最最强大的中国！
只要同是我中华同胞，无论今日身在何处，是何国籍，我们既然同是炎黄子孙，势必同舟共济！！
Monday, May 12, 2008
Voice recording for IE's MET Program
It sounds really funny when you hear your own voice recording...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Oxford
Three things which made my Oxford trip really pleasant:
1) Extremely relaxed wandering around the academically renown university town. My first text in our University English class was Oxford University. After 13 years, I'm finally here, a little bit unreal though, jejeje...
I especially admire this reading room with the dome-shaped roof, and walking around the academic town was simply joy.
2) Hundreds of years old post box. I swear no one will pay special attention to those red color post boxes embedded into walls on Oxford's narrow and pebbled street. But they are from Victoria's times...really really old...
And some post boxes with similar styles are still alive in Windsor, since VII days. (sorry, I just forgot the exact name of the times when they were first installed, anyway much older than all of us currently alive in the world :-)
3) Three totally different types of books with "buy 3 get 1 free" offer from the most famous & non-chained book store "Blackwell" in town. Yes, the only one in UK, jejeje.
Form me, buying books is just like buying clothes, first you have a glance of the store picturing the whole range of stuff on the shelf. After that, you get some general idea which type you are going to have a further look, some book cover is designed really bad, simply ignoring it, you will never read it; it is the same as selecting the clothes, you have to fall in love with it at first sight, if any hesitance arises, it is not yours, most possibly you will leave it at the corner of your cabinet after wearing it only once. If the book title seems appealing to you, then it is usually worth having a quick glance of the table content, the general intro on the back cover, or to see if the bio of author is interesting. Now I simply ignore those short reviews, many times, they all sound the same, and I find even worse that nowadays these comments are more similar to comments given to Oscar winner movies, repeated words such as "brilliant" "passionate, witty" ""sparkling", etc.
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