(I will continue to write the previous dates but I will back date them so they appear in order. You will get the full story… one day…)
I JUST finished posting the most recent journal entry when the cleaning people finally showed up. Although I had slept in until 2:30 and hadn’t showered, was wearing no make-up, and ‘technically’ still in my pajamas, I decided it was time to vacate the apartment and go get some food. So I grabbed my purse as I was and headed out to McDonald’s… again. (If I’m not 10 lbs. heavier when I get home, I will be shocked.)
Btw, let this be a lesson to all the people who work at McDonald’s in Canada and the States… I eat there almost everyday and, even though they barely speak any English at all, they have not once gotten my order wrong. Today, I ordered a quarter pounder with just cheese and ketchup. I was worried. She looked like she didn’t understand what I meant. But apparently she did. The only strange things I’ve come across when ordering is when I get my ice tea with one liquid sugar cup, I ask, “Can I have two (or three) more?” and hold up the corresponding number of fingers. They always give me one less than I ask for. So, I guess they think I mean 2 or 3 altogether… even though I specifically say “more”… The other thing is that they ask me “stay here or take away”. Both times I said stay here, they packed up my food to go. Why ask?
Anyway, it didn’t take me long to eat but I knew they’d still be cleaning, so I decided to go for a walk. I snaked up and down the streets in my neighbourhood and took miscellaneous pictures of things I found interesting for about two hours. (Thankfully it wasn’t supergross out.) Wanna see?

As I took a picture of this restaurant, the owner rushed out and gave me a takeout menu and told me to come back. “We even have lamb burgers!” she exclaimed. Haha.

Crossing the street here is a pain in the ass. There are metal barriers surrounding the corners so you have to walk down the street 20 feet to get across.

A palm tree avenue lined with benches that are constantly occupied by old people just hanging out – my street juts out the other end.

What I refer to as noodle street. Under the canopy part are 6 or 7 hole-in-the-wall noodle shops. This is the street with the OTHER apartments (Tumblr Girl and her roommates, and our teacher.)

As you walk down the street, you feel like it’s raining… or you’re being peed on. But it’s drips coming from all the air conditioners.
(originally posted to ngohheuiheunggong)