Things are not the same

Life here is going easy and normal. Easy and normal in a CICD-way. Actually not everything is easy and allmost nothing is normal here. But anyhow. I am happy, I think. At least sometimes. I love the people here - it is unbelievable, how international we really are: for example yesterday we were playing ping-pong (table tennis) and there were an Estonian, a Lithuanian, people from Greenland, Poland, Brazil, Portugal... this is crazy, especially the fact that we all speak English (more-less). I mean, this is scary.

One thing I should inform you more about is maybe the thing what I am really doing here. Ok, right now I am in GAIA team, which means I am working 4 months for an environment project to raise funds for my studies later on. The work so far for me has involved quite a lot of office work (promotion aka propaganda), leafletting (the classical Gaia-work, which means distributing 1000 leaflets to post boxes in certain area), collecting (being a co-driver and collecting the bags of used clothes that people who have got the leaflet put out) and store-room (packing the clothes to big capsackes). Today I have a free day, because collecting went until 10 pm twice last week.

Right now it is pretty quiet around here, because more than 30 people are in Denmark with the theatre play they made and some of the Gaia are in Newcastle (3-5 people from Gaia go there for 2 weeks all the time). But I quite like the little rest of all the people. It is nice to cook ( and dishwash) for 20 people rather than 70, plus it is easier to have a chance to watch TV (even though I am not using the opportunity too much) etc.

I am using the f-word more than every before in my life. It is just part of CICD I guess. Everything is f***ing something. Other bad words are accepted as well. Somehow one rather dirty word in Estonian is widely used here. But that's too much for me and I am working on people to drop using it.:)

Otherwize, I am more popular than ever (thanks to the lack of new faces and being stuck here for 10 months I guess), sometimes enjoying, sometimes hating it. Unfortunately, I am still picky and even if Somebody was here for a while, he's gone now...

The F***ing Fabulous Fantastic Three

In my last post I commented on my roommate Ray that she's ok funny - sometimes. I was so terribly wrong. She is very funny. And weird. And more, which is too personal to write here. She is a great roommate. We've known each other for like a week, but she knows about me so many things that it is almost scary. And I know a few things about here, but I'm sure there's more to come - she can always surprise and shock me with something new.

We both have pets now. Mine is a pink spider Forrest. He likes jumping and running. Ray's is a yellow spider named Slinky-Winky. I don't know what she likes but I suppose that it's bouncing with Forrest. Me, Ray, Forrest and Slinky-Winky have been stuck in an office for a week, because we've been doing promotion work. And sometimes our brains heat up in the freezing room and sometimes we need more air to breathe so we just go out, join hands, scream, laugh like (why like?) crazy people and sing in the rain...

I also should write about our gang. Me, Ray and Danguole have a team that is called Fucking Fabulous Fantastic Three (actually, it should be four, but I'll write about it a bit later). We joined our forces because we are too cool to be with other people. Or... actually, other people are just too cool for us because everybody wether smokes, has a tattoo or a tongue stug... and we don't fit to this category. The only cool person among us is Danguole, because she's got a tattoo. But that's it. Now we're looking for the forth member - just to make the name sound even better. The person should be female (gays are ok too) and have one of these cool things (be a smoker, have a tattoo or piercing), but only one, because if s/he's got more, s/he'll be cooler than us and that's not fun.

PS!Me and Ray are cool naturally, we don't even need a tattoo! Huh!

From the former madhouse

How do you do, everybody?

Two days ago I sat onto the plane, flew 3 hours to London, did not get a stamp to my passport (how sad), changed the chilean pesos I still had and could not change in Estonia, bought a coach ticket to London bus station and got there one hour before the bus arrived. After listening to endless warnings from the loudspeakers about leaving your luggage unattended and breathing this funny, strict and multicultural air of UK I finally got onto the bus that took me to Hull in about 5 hours. I was ready to have trouble getting to CICD (College for International Co-operation and Development, my home for next 10 months) which is around 30 minutes drive from Hull, but Bulgarian guy Vlado was meeting like 25 metres away so I got there safe and sound.:)

The first night I learned that there are almost 10 other Estonians (!!!) and only Hungarians can beat us with numbers. Plus other 20+ nationalities from 4 continents I guess...wow... I greeted like 20 people and didn't remember anybody's name. They didn't seem to be too happy to hear I'm from Estonia.. ANOTHER ONE!!! The funny thing is that one my old aquintance is here, and somebody I know through somebody else...Estonians are like one big family... (yeahright) Anyway, but that's not all - among about 5 Brazilians there is a guy from Porto Alegre!!!! Wow, we were discussing the amazing party life on Lima and Silva and legendary Adriano's bar etc... it's so weird... the world is tiny... and so many people can speak German, it's unbelievable. I talked German to Brazilians, Mexican etc.

People seem to get a bit overwhelmed with the fact that I'm 20 and speak 5 languages (more-less)... well, I know a German guy, who's like 24 or less and speaks at least 10 languages!!! I already learned how to say thank you in Japanese and hello in Korean but I forgot. Number of times.

Today we were playing volleyball and now my hand hurts. And it's partly blue. Hmm... I sucked in the game, but people left in good mood because they had had a good laugh...:D I am getting better in table tennis though.

Sounds like we only have fun here, doesn't it? It isn't true actually. This was an open weekend, when everybody is free to do whatever they want. Tomorrow a real life starts wit breakfast at 7:30 and day full of responsabilities and duties. Oh well...

I share a room with 19-year old Canadian girl Rayanne. She's ok and quite funny as vezes... The school system is that you move basically every few months. To avoid that, one should live with somebody in a double room with matrimonial bed... in a word, I should get a boyfriend so they wouldn't make me move to a new room so often. We'll see. Nobody breathtaking so far :)

By the way, the school is a former mental institution. Hehe... and I'm still about to hear all the ghost stories.Somewhere near in the woods should be gravestones. And one of the patients killed like 3 others and 2 doctors etc. And there are weird rooms in the different building that noone can understand what they're for... spooooky....