Feeling like crap
So I feel like crap today. After breakfast, which I had like half of what I usually do and the tea almost made me throw up. I should mention the cereal I had to day. It tasted like coco puffs but looked like chocolate corn chips. I would have enjoyed them better if I felt better, hopefully they are there tomorrow. I also had I think papaya. it was all fine I just did not want to eat, but I knew I should because I didn’t eat lunch or dinner last night.
Cat Dream
So I think that I finally had a creepy dream that is suppose to happen from the drugs. In my dream I was at home, it was night and it was really weird because there was a bunch of cats like 20 of them and they were freakin out attacking each other. I was running around snapping the necks of the cats that were attacking my cats. I was really vivid, when I grabbed each cat, it was hard to snap their necks but I could feel the snap. When I had killed the third one I realized all the sudden that I was dreaming; which in hind sight was bad because I woke up and it was only 4 AM but I could not go back to sleep and I could here the guy next door snore and this stupid bird/goat was screaming like it was injured. I was temped to go out back with a shovel and find it but I was too tired. I found my ear plugs and put them in but I could still kind of hear it. After like a freakin hour I heard bushes moving, I preyed for a predator and then that animal shut up. Finally.
I reason I would have liked to stay in the dream was because, since I realized that is was a dream I could have changed it. Next time.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Boy issues are universal
Oh so Kris will find this hilarious by the fact that there are people from other parts of the world that have as much trouble telling a untruth to guys that ask for our phone numbers as I do. Laugh it up Kris. Barbara has a volleyball teammate that asked for her number, and she gave it to him. Since then he has called her and text her a few times, but she works weird hours at the hospital and cant have her sleep disturbed. One of the texts that she showed me was like “I love you…blah I love you” she has been here for two weeks. It was really strange because most of it didn’t make sense. He should have just stuck with his own language and she could have gotten someone to translate. He mentioned something about being Massai; is that suppose to mean something. I don’t understand what that means. He’s well endowed/wealthy ??? I gave her the same advice that Kris gave me, don’t give out your number, get theirs that way it is on your terms. She thought that was a great idea.
Boyfriend We also talked about how kind of annoying it was to be hit on by so many guys. We talked about how some people would say that they were married back at home, but both of us didn’t want to be dishonest in case that we did fall in love. I told her that my plan was that I “had a boyfriend at home” because boyfriends and girlfriends can breakup easily. So it leaves me unavailable but I can change that in a second if I find someone I like. She liked that idea too.
Boyfriend We also talked about how kind of annoying it was to be hit on by so many guys. We talked about how some people would say that they were married back at home, but both of us didn’t want to be dishonest in case that we did fall in love. I told her that my plan was that I “had a boyfriend at home” because boyfriends and girlfriends can breakup easily. So it leaves me unavailable but I can change that in a second if I find someone I like. She liked that idea too.
Differences noticed
Chris will be interested in this, I had mention earlier about how formal the culture is. An example of this that I have noticed is how proper professional the staff is around people. In the states I feel that around the off hours “early morning and late at night” that people often get very informal, but here people are just as formal and polite at 7AM as they are at mid day. Another example is with greetings. I asked a hostess how to say good morning she told me, but her mistake was to continue in telling me more about the different versions for different people and times of day, so it all fell out me ear. Information overload!! But I held the first saying long enough to say it the next three people. The last person was a kid that works in internet café, he is probably a few years younger then me. When I said it to him he corrected me in that what I had said was a formal greeting you say to a older person. Then he told me what I could say informally. Again I lost all of it. I’m like a dog that is being taught a new trick. Told over and over again.
Another interesting thing that I noticed, is how people walk. I know that is sounds strange but the way that people walk is a little different. While I was at breakfast I watched as people showed up to work. I know how I walk. I have been told that I look like I’m mad and going to beat someone up. I walk with direction and the purpose of going from point A to point B no matter what the speed. Here watched as women walked towards the lobby but in a wondering sunder, very casual. I have enough trouble slowing down while eating let alone walk like that. When I was growing up, with three siblings and then in school with short lunches, not to waste time with things like eating. But today I don’t really have anything to do and I wanted to watch people so I forced myself to slow down it was hard. I again noticed as we were walking back from Moshi, I was so focused on putting one foot in front of the other I could have missed our turn; to my defense I was getting tired from the “cool” weather; I really am acclimated to Oregon weather.
Another interesting thing that I noticed, is how people walk. I know that is sounds strange but the way that people walk is a little different. While I was at breakfast I watched as people showed up to work. I know how I walk. I have been told that I look like I’m mad and going to beat someone up. I walk with direction and the purpose of going from point A to point B no matter what the speed. Here watched as women walked towards the lobby but in a wondering sunder, very casual. I have enough trouble slowing down while eating let alone walk like that. When I was growing up, with three siblings and then in school with short lunches, not to waste time with things like eating. But today I don’t really have anything to do and I wanted to watch people so I forced myself to slow down it was hard. I again noticed as we were walking back from Moshi, I was so focused on putting one foot in front of the other I could have missed our turn; to my defense I was getting tired from the “cool” weather; I really am acclimated to Oregon weather.
Trip to Moshi
29 June 2007 “Jambo” “Hodi” “Astante”
31 June 2007 “Habari?” “mzuri” “mzungu”
breakfast
tea
bread and jam
cornflakes and warm milk with banana slices
passion fruit juice
green oranges (bitter)
I have not really been eating much, I know that I should eat lunch but when I think about what I would want I am not interested at all. By body cant decide if it wants to be constipated to let everything go all at once. The first night I didn’t eat dinner at all because I fell asleep and when I woke up all I wanted to do was continue sleeping to set a good schedule.
After breakfast I walked down to the lobby to wait for Barbara a German lady I met last night. We had dinner together and she invited me to go to town with her and she would show me around Moshi. I was very grateful. While I was waiting, the guy from South Africa saw me and asked where I had gone yesterday because he was looking for me. I told him that I went to town and was getting ready to leave again. He asked that when I return that I knock on his door because he wanted to hangout tonight. It kind of makes me nervous because I don’t know what he wants, I mean he is married. Later I will go and talk with him, probably have dinner together. We are only going to be together for a few more days so why not. More about what happened later.
She showed me around Moshi, we talked about the difference in the side of driving, they drive on the left and slower traffic keeps to the left. Something that drives me crazy is the horn usage, they use it more of a vocal signal, than a “hey, wake up” like in the states. When we were walking she had me walk on the outside away from the road because she was more used to the traffic.
At the post office I had yet another lesson about space between people, I was standing in line behind two girls about my age with a body sized space behind them and this lady walked right up in front of me and cut in line. I kind of just stood there and then realized that I probably looked like I was not in line so I moved closer. It was really awkward for me to stand that close to some stranger. I guess that I’m learning.
31 June 2007 “Habari?” “mzuri” “mzungu”
breakfast
tea
bread and jam
cornflakes and warm milk with banana slices
passion fruit juice
green oranges (bitter)
I have not really been eating much, I know that I should eat lunch but when I think about what I would want I am not interested at all. By body cant decide if it wants to be constipated to let everything go all at once. The first night I didn’t eat dinner at all because I fell asleep and when I woke up all I wanted to do was continue sleeping to set a good schedule.
After breakfast I walked down to the lobby to wait for Barbara a German lady I met last night. We had dinner together and she invited me to go to town with her and she would show me around Moshi. I was very grateful. While I was waiting, the guy from South Africa saw me and asked where I had gone yesterday because he was looking for me. I told him that I went to town and was getting ready to leave again. He asked that when I return that I knock on his door because he wanted to hangout tonight. It kind of makes me nervous because I don’t know what he wants, I mean he is married. Later I will go and talk with him, probably have dinner together. We are only going to be together for a few more days so why not. More about what happened later.
She showed me around Moshi, we talked about the difference in the side of driving, they drive on the left and slower traffic keeps to the left. Something that drives me crazy is the horn usage, they use it more of a vocal signal, than a “hey, wake up” like in the states. When we were walking she had me walk on the outside away from the road because she was more used to the traffic.
At the post office I had yet another lesson about space between people, I was standing in line behind two girls about my age with a body sized space behind them and this lady walked right up in front of me and cut in line. I kind of just stood there and then realized that I probably looked like I was not in line so I moved closer. It was really awkward for me to stand that close to some stranger. I guess that I’m learning.
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