![]() What sort of diary should I like mine to be? ... I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. - Virginia Woolf, diary, 20 April 1919 |
|
|
Current Mood:
The Deep Old Desk:
2007
2006
2005
2004
The Bedside Table Mass:
number9dream - David Mitchell
Empires of the Word - Nicholas Ostler The Ottoman Centuries - Lord Kinross Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell - Susanna Clarke A Winter in Arabia - Freya Stark And whatever came out of The Bookbag I'm a Literature Abuser Feed my addiction: *Amazon Wish List* ![]() Further Flingings:
Meanwhile:
After The Wave
As Above Brain Flotsam Deep Thoughts... if you must MissMeliss Néablog Samuel Pepy's Diary A Wallaby Abroad What was it I was doing again? Why should I listen to you? Mornington Crescent:
MU*s:
Niftiness:
Sluggy Freelance
Web of Lies Magnetic Poetry Orisinal Recipes Rough Guides Arthritis Research LUPUS UK News&Views:
Radio Praha Prague Post MF Dnes Rzeczpospolita Süddeutsche Zeitung Turkish Daily News newsturkey.com The Guardian GuardianWeekly Older Deeper Desks
|
Friday, January 31, 2003
Urgh. My head is all stuffy and stuffed up. Zeynep was away, so we had a different teacher, a high school Turkish teacher from Heybeliada, which was slightly exciting, as he talked at normal speed and didn't tell us we weren't supposed to be able to understand the future and past tenses and mix thenm up in general conversation in the lesson. Woohoo! So we had an hour and a half lesson, which was fun. Thursday, January 30, 2003 And I\it's wierd, seeing Mark off on the dolmus and then having him crashing back through the lift doors half an hour later as there aren't any ferries because of the wind so having to get him a taxi instead.
Er, oh dear oh dear oh dear. I don't quite know what to say, except, well, you know, nothing has changed. And that is that. Friday, January 24, 2003 Today we took the car out to Karaköy, had borek and baklava in Güllüoglu - Mark then bought vast quantities of baklava, then we went to a cafe and had sahlep and I beat Yasmin in two rounds of tavla! I'm on a roll! Monday, January 20, 2003 So last night there was Bondage. Mmm. Unfortunately I managed to annoy everyone around me by laughing hysterically through all the usual cheesy Bond jokes which don't seem to translate. Oh well, I had fun! Happiness is a Bond called James and all that. Saturday, January 18, 2003 Last night I learnt to dance the cha-cha! Go me! Unfortunately half-an-hour or so of gentle exercise was apparently too much for me as I got halfway up the stairs and apparently had to be caught and dragged up to the top before I fell back down the stairs and killed myself. Not that I remember this, but still. Zeynep reckons I'm running a temperature but I don't think so. I went home and decided to make Armenian lentil burgers. Semi-destroyed kitchen, and had to do big clean up operation, and burgers slightly soggy. too much water. Still, they're good. Fresh mint and flat-parsley and all. Friday, January 17, 2003 Have been to Carrefour and bought big fluffy pillows. Now all I want to do is go home and die all over them. Ercan beat me horribly at tavla last night. Huff. Thursday, January 16, 2003 If there are five of you in the house and the three of you who own the house keys have to be at work by 8am, and the one who usually gets up first (me) spends half an hour pressing 'snooze' and so doesn't get out of bed til just before 7am, and then sulks in the bathroom for 20 minutes (hate scales), then, well, you do the maths! Monday, January 13, 2003 Hurt horribly. Have given up writing on board, cannot get pills out of packet even. Housemates eager to volunteer to open parcels for me, but Engin not here today to carry my books. Mope. New teacher unexpectedly employed, so hurrah! I am off overtime. Of course kids were good as gold today for last lesson. Sigh. Still they do not have the same sense of humour as my weekend lot. Taught both groups to sing 'It�s raining again' - this lot comes up with 'I can�t play football, go swimming, roller-skate' etc. My weekend class came up with 'I can�t go to school, I can�t sunbathe, I can�t play the guitar and I can�t learn English' (Mert obviously responsible for the latter!) Weekend class thus far cheerier. And they sing Incey-Wincey Spider each time any spider is spotted. Friday, January 10, 2003 Just one thing: Néa has finally posted her translation of the Firtree, which I reckon means I cna link to it now. Read early for Christmas!
Am having fantastic life. Get out of bed to teach, wibble at classes pathetically, go home to bed with hot water bottle and ache. Fun fun fun. I made the mistake of trying to walk down to the bank today. Too far, took a few goes to get back to school. Saturday, January 04, 2003 Woo! Sent Mert to see Zeynep. Am starting New Year as I mean to go on. Mwhahahahaa. Am /so/ evilteacher. Except had to spend most of lesson sitting down. Still, kids are kids and don�t notice these things. Friday, January 03, 2003 GAH! PARENTS! PARENT-TEACHERS! GAAAAAAAAAAAH! OUGHT TO BE BANNED! Thursday, January 02, 2003 So it is 2003, I feel horrid, and I am being stalked by text message by this bloke who is a friend of Mustafa�s who seems to have decided that he wants me and therefore I should accede to go to the pub with him and talk about 'us'.
|