Sanitation

i think i have food poisoning. it's not uncommon here for a foreigner. i bravely ate out, even though my stomache was in pain, from god knows what. lately, i've been feeling low. perhaps it's the weather here? well, actually, also because of some of the people here. i realize that the foreigners to the town all have different motives for being here. i found out something that morally effects the way i think about that person. it's only a little. it's only confirmed even more how i prefer distance away from this person. then, it makes me think about other negative people. i let these people effect my mood here. it's kinda sad. plus the weather. now, it's only the students that i relate to most here, as they are finishing the term, looking for work for the next term. when you're far from home, you're far..

my friend is right, i'm the foreigner, but i must trust everyone here. keep at distance here, but recognize that there are truly genuine people here. i'm realizing more of the negative recently, but have been trying to surround myself with the good, which keeps me from.. argh!

so, i got off topic. sanitation. yes, my diarrhea shots wore off exactly three months that i was here. i paid those two days.. and now i'm constantly paying more. my tummy is in pain. i have to eat less out. i think my mood has effected my interest in cooking or something. i know i must go to the supermarket tomorrow.

having a full blown tummy ache, i get to the department office. of course, this is china and people smoke everywhere. i'm extremely sensitive to cigarette smoke, coming from toronto, where smoking is banned almost everywhere. it immediately makes me feel worse, i could feel it in my blood. where people spit in the street, cab drivers hork it out out of the window, where tots pee and defecate on the streets, .. it's a huge reason, i'm not staying here more than i have to.

i had trouble on bus number 4. as soon as i got on, the driver asks me where i'm going.. something something "nar." i had prepared myself for something like this, but know that my accent is shit. "she yweh," i say. he says "what," and i go sit. he asks me three more lines. i can't say anything, but i'm not too burdened. i get up to leave and he says something something "meo," which means nothing. so, that experience led me to sleep in my office at school for the rest of the lunch period next day. the day after, i was ready for the bus again with a note hongmei wrote for me. i love hongmei.

with a tummy ache and hoa tcha, i'll sit and relax my tummy now. going to beijing with mona during the holiday. i wish i could be more excited. only 3 more days left. to freedom.