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jA HE CANVIAT TOTS ELS MOBLES DE LLOC I AIXÍ ÉS COM L'HE DEIXAT. jA SABEM QUE LES CÀMERES FAN ELS LLOCS SEMBLAR MÉS GRANS DE VEGADES, SÓN UNS 3X4 METRES
Let's see if my english improved even a little bit. (let's also see how about my mum's english hihi) I guess not because since I'm here I only found SPANISH people around and also many other nationalities. Anyway, I can hear everyday that lovely and funny brittish accent in the mouth of policemen, shop assistants, the machine-girl that speaks in my mobile phone and my own boss. My boss is a maybe 50 yeared old lady who runs that music and arts Image library where I spent already 14 hours scanning old books that brake in PIECES in my hands. The person who teaches me is also a spanish guy who also studied my degree but in Madird. He is nice but very serious.
I feel quite like "Stephane" in that movie called "The science of sleep" from Gondry(La science des reves -with some accents above the letters-)because for me books get BIGGER and BIGGER while scanner gets smaller and smaller and people talk weird languages around me, in the basement of that house.
I was there just for two days and I find funny the fact that I dont have to think about it even a second when the job is over and during the rest of my day. It is what it's called a 9 to 5 job but I start at 10 instead and they don't pay me a single pound. So I could say i don't pay a single minute of my attention (WHICH ISNT TRUE) but I consume all sun hours in front of a computer with a very big flat screan. No wonder that when I get home the last thing I feel like doing is sit again in front of another computer but I have so many things to say that probably you will close this window before you finish reading :)
Don't worry about that. You will come back. Specially I didn't feel like sitting in front of anything because my cute NEW ROOM had no chair; something I just realised one whole day after giving them a thousand Euros in Pounds -and that was almost all my cash-. Because I only have now about 10 pounds I was worried having to decide between a bag of oranges and a place to sit. But sometimes I am a little bit lucky (just like my father :D) and after asking one of my job partners if people like leaving used furniture in the streets (and after she said that wasn't usual) I found a fancy chair broken in two pieces that I just put together again and I'm (quite) confortably sitting on it right now.
I am as poor as I was but I just ate spaghetti with carrot and onion and I have also a bit of that for my lunch tomorrow so I will not starve this week. FINALLY I am poor enough to take profit of my 'don't ever throw a thing away' obsession. Now I remember when people complain about their 700 Euros payed part time job in Barcelona where you don't pay more than 300 for a room and I am paying now 459 and bills and council tax, internet, so all my grant (beca) goes directly to the agency who rents this house to us.
About the ROOM, it was such good luck (at least that is what seamed to me) because I arrived to London on Saturday night (very tired and quite angry cause I hadn't sletp much the NIGHT before (ejem) and on Sunday I wanted to find a room near to my job and near to the Tube. The place I slept the first two nights was great (Berta and her housemates were the best wellcome I could expect and I am still very greatful and happy about them) but more than 90 minutes away from the job.
There was a 40-lots woman whose son and daughter kind of abandoned her (ot that she said) and was renting a creepy room in her depressing flat. She invited me to drink tea and explained me about her problems a bit. That's not a place to live. After 5 pounds of calls, walking around the zone under the grey sky, cold weather, no food, finally arrived to this flat and there were lots of people, 3 ppl living here, some ppl visiting the room and also the ppl living and I so everything so bright, confortable and friendly (and the fact that they need someone for 3 months exactly) made me feel my heart jumping out of my chest saying PLEASE I nead this room and after that my mouth also said that in spanish to the spanish guy (from Benicarló) that lives next door. I was nearly crying and they could have thought I was crazy or very desperate and afer a quick democratic chat among them they gave me the room and I gave them the money and left and I was probably in that moment the happiest person on London because my stomach was pushing up in my throat as if it was smiling during all the way HOME.
It's been enough. Thanks for reading till the end. I will change soon the address of the blog so if you wanna keep reading just let me know who you are and I will send you an email. Or leave a comment, or anything, just let me know.
S'accepten propostes per al nom del mou blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some ppl don't really need to tell me, I'll send the email to them anyway and force them to read.
Cheeeeers!
Tau
Si quieres leer el blog dímelo porque cambiaré la dirección pronto.
jA HE CANVIAT TOTS ELS MOBLES DE LLOC I AIXÍ ÉS COM L'HE DEIXAT. jA SABEM QUE LES CÀMERES FAN ELS LLOCS SEMBLAR MÉS GRANS DE VEGADES, SÓN UNS 3X4 METRES
Let's see if my english improved even a little bit. (let's also see how about my mum's english hihi) I guess not because since I'm here I only found SPANISH people around and also many other nationalities. Anyway, I can hear everyday that lovely and funny brittish accent in the mouth of policemen, shop assistants, the machine-girl that speaks in my mobile phone and my own boss. My boss is a maybe 50 yeared old lady who runs that music and arts Image library where I spent already 14 hours scanning old books that brake in PIECES in my hands. The person who teaches me is also a spanish guy who also studied my degree but in Madird. He is nice but very serious.
I feel quite like "Stephane" in that movie called "The science of sleep" from Gondry(La science des reves -with some accents above the letters-)because for me books get BIGGER and BIGGER while scanner gets smaller and smaller and people talk weird languages around me, in the basement of that house.
I was there just for two days and I find funny the fact that I dont have to think about it even a second when the job is over and during the rest of my day. It is what it's called a 9 to 5 job but I start at 10 instead and they don't pay me a single pound. So I could say i don't pay a single minute of my attention (WHICH ISNT TRUE) but I consume all sun hours in front of a computer with a very big flat screan. No wonder that when I get home the last thing I feel like doing is sit again in front of another computer but I have so many things to say that probably you will close this window before you finish reading :)
Don't worry about that. You will come back. Specially I didn't feel like sitting in front of anything because my cute NEW ROOM had no chair; something I just realised one whole day after giving them a thousand Euros in Pounds -and that was almost all my cash-. Because I only have now about 10 pounds I was worried having to decide between a bag of oranges and a place to sit. But sometimes I am a little bit lucky (just like my father :D) and after asking one of my job partners if people like leaving used furniture in the streets (and after she said that wasn't usual) I found a fancy chair broken in two pieces that I just put together again and I'm (quite) confortably sitting on it right now.
I am as poor as I was but I just ate spaghetti with carrot and onion and I have also a bit of that for my lunch tomorrow so I will not starve this week. FINALLY I am poor enough to take profit of my 'don't ever throw a thing away' obsession. Now I remember when people complain about their 700 Euros payed part time job in Barcelona where you don't pay more than 300 for a room and I am paying now 459 and bills and council tax, internet, so all my grant (beca) goes directly to the agency who rents this house to us.
About the ROOM, it was such good luck (at least that is what seamed to me) because I arrived to London on Saturday night (very tired and quite angry cause I hadn't sletp much the NIGHT before (ejem) and on Sunday I wanted to find a room near to my job and near to the Tube. The place I slept the first two nights was great (Berta and her housemates were the best wellcome I could expect and I am still very greatful and happy about them) but more than 90 minutes away from the job.
There was a 40-lots woman whose son and daughter kind of abandoned her (ot that she said) and was renting a creepy room in her depressing flat. She invited me to drink tea and explained me about her problems a bit. That's not a place to live. After 5 pounds of calls, walking around the zone under the grey sky, cold weather, no food, finally arrived to this flat and there were lots of people, 3 ppl living here, some ppl visiting the room and also the ppl living and I so everything so bright, confortable and friendly (and the fact that they need someone for 3 months exactly) made me feel my heart jumping out of my chest saying PLEASE I nead this room and after that my mouth also said that in spanish to the spanish guy (from Benicarló) that lives next door. I was nearly crying and they could have thought I was crazy or very desperate and afer a quick democratic chat among them they gave me the room and I gave them the money and left and I was probably in that moment the happiest person on London because my stomach was pushing up in my throat as if it was smiling during all the way HOME.
It's been enough. Thanks for reading till the end. I will change soon the address of the blog so if you wanna keep reading just let me know who you are and I will send you an email. Or leave a comment, or anything, just let me know.
S'accepten propostes per al nom del mou blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some ppl don't really need to tell me, I'll send the email to them anyway and force them to read.
Cheeeeers!
Tau
7 comentaris:
Hey Dew! (I guess they call you Tau, but Dew is funnier)
I'm glad you got some time to write! And your room looks really nice! It's bigger and sunnier than my new room-to-be! And it's in London! But, of course, there's only these blinds on the windows that let all the light come in and don't let you sleep until late! But seeing it, I want to come and visit so maybe I'll be paying the many euros for the flight tickets! You have to tell me if you'll have many people over on the week of the 17th to 21st! Or maybe I should come later on, 1st may I have 4 days or so (if I get a free weekend).
Would you like me to correct your english? Mine isn't perfect either but I spotted a few mistakes so I thought I'd ask.
The picture with K and Marianna (and Lefteris, was his name?) doesn't have a caption, so people might guess they're your new roommates! I mean flatmates!
I don't know about the room's price. Is it an ok price? It looks expensive to me, but I guess London prices must be like that...
About name suggestions, what about "sohereIam-fornow" or something englishly-funny (I love the way they can use cheers up to 5 times or so when purchasing something) maybe "cheers!Tau's in London" hehe or something using Dew, but since nobody will be calling you that, it doesn't make much sense.
About your crumbling books at least I hope they're at least a little interesting.
Well I think I'm writing longer than you did. Així q fins una altra!
Cheers! Back at you
Eiii!!! No pares, uf! Jo vull continuar sabent com et va tot plegat! :) Ànims amb l'scanner i records cap a London!
Que bo que la noia es digui Berta també, no? I quina sort que tot anés tan ràpid! Si no tens dinerons per menjar més que pasta amb pastanagues i ceba, nosaltres t'enviarem menjar perquè t'alimentis. I no deixes que t'explotin a la feina perquè, si t'enfades, et pots carregar els llibres que estan a punt de trencar-se i, llavors què faran?!?!
Propostes pel nom del blog... hm... Londonroc? Improve? Pastaandcarrot? No sé, és complicat. Si m'il·lumino, t'ho dic. Petonets!!
L'english de la teva mom ha superat la prova, gràcies, però no prou per escriure ara en anglès, no ens passéssim!
El nom del blog ha de ser naturalment londonerin, ves!
Tinc la Zahara aquí al costat que s'ha descuidat de firmar aquest text tan llarg en anglès, que potser sí que en sap una mica més que tu perquè m'ha costat més entendre'l, això vol dir algo?
Ens alegrem de tenir notícies seves, no entenem aquest repte de viure d'onions i carrots, potser has tornat a perdre la targeta?, que la Lebrecht no et donava sis pounds al dia?
Esperem pròxims capítols amb més aclariments, i no t'amoïnis si t'allargues perquè així practiquem una mica la comunicació interterritorial (la Z. preferia supramarina, però és més estrany).
Petons!
La teva mom
Per cert que l'habitació és ben maca i que m'imagino que si no ens en dius la localització exacta, o sigui l'adreça, deu ser que tens por que els barcelonins te l'envaeixin o fins i tot te la fotin!
M.
jo proposo ichbindew pero segur q a tu se t'acut un nom millor. obviament comptam a la llista de persones interessades. avui hem votat i esperem resultats en deu minuts.
love you!
altea
nenaa, soc la gingi, no entenc asixò del blog, pero fes-m'ho saber eh putilla? ja saps que per mi es com una droga anar llegint les teves passes per l'univers. Crec que jo estic al mateix nivell d'anglès que la teva mom, a tu t'entenc bastant, pero a ta germana....uuua
bueno, espero que algun dia tinguis compassio amb mi.
somriu-li a la pluja, gin.
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