Well, I'm not fat.
Friday, 23. January 2009, 23:10:51
Today Mr Fresh Air aka my favourite German and I went to 'Centro' in Oberhausen. It's a really big shopping complex, or Einkaufszentrum, in German. It's Europe's largest shopping centre.
Before we went to the shopping centre, we had some coffee. Coffe is hot, remember that. How are people who don't speak English supposed to know that coffee is hot?!
The food court in 'Centro' where we ate some subway and apple drink mixed with soda water. There is a large screen in the food court, with TV on it. Everyone watches it...they go to the shop to watch a screen...
A Jaeger shop....why?
I have asked Mr Fresh Air quite a lot, if he wanted to eat spaghetti eis with me. He always said that it was too cold for icecream. But, today, we went to an Eis Cafe
(icecream cafe) I don't think there are many Eis Cafes in Australia...just icecream shops.
Part of the menu...spaghetti Eis...lasagne Eis..
Some more of the menu
Our spaghetti Eis. It is icecream put through some sort of hole thing, to make it look like spaghetti. Then with strawberry and lime sauce on the top...and then some white chocolate, which is supposed to be cheese. Under the icecream is some cream. I can't believe we don't have this in Australia. It's sooo tasty!!
How are non German speaking people meant to know that rubbish goes under and trays go on the top?
We also did some shopping, well I didn't do much. One shop assistant asked me if I was from Australia. That's the first time anyone has guessed correctly. Last week, the newsagency lady thought I was from the Netherlands.
I tried on a skirt in the shops and we asked the shop assistant if there was a size 32. She thought I wouldn't fit into it...why does everyone think I am fatter than I actually am?
Then I went to Gallerie Kaufhof, to buy underwear. The sizes in Germany are different, so I had to ask for help. The woman had to measure me with measuring tape and then said 'Oh you are so skinny. You wont find anything here' 'What, in the whole shop?' 'You can look but everything is too big for you'. Well, better to be skinny than a fat slob with fat splurting out from everywhere and fat lumps and fatty fat fat fat fat fat fat. The thing is, there are people who are skinnier/smaller framed/smaller/shorter/less fat/less 'femininely shaped' than me...
Now I am going to go to sleep so that I can go running tomorrow
PS: I have found a room! I have somewhere to live now when I go to uni
Before we went to the shopping centre, we had some coffee. Coffe is hot, remember that. How are people who don't speak English supposed to know that coffee is hot?!
The food court in 'Centro' where we ate some subway and apple drink mixed with soda water. There is a large screen in the food court, with TV on it. Everyone watches it...they go to the shop to watch a screen...
A Jaeger shop....why?
I have asked Mr Fresh Air quite a lot, if he wanted to eat spaghetti eis with me. He always said that it was too cold for icecream. But, today, we went to an Eis Cafe
(icecream cafe) I don't think there are many Eis Cafes in Australia...just icecream shops. Part of the menu...spaghetti Eis...lasagne Eis..
Some more of the menu
Our spaghetti Eis. It is icecream put through some sort of hole thing, to make it look like spaghetti. Then with strawberry and lime sauce on the top...and then some white chocolate, which is supposed to be cheese. Under the icecream is some cream. I can't believe we don't have this in Australia. It's sooo tasty!!
How are non German speaking people meant to know that rubbish goes under and trays go on the top?
We also did some shopping, well I didn't do much. One shop assistant asked me if I was from Australia. That's the first time anyone has guessed correctly. Last week, the newsagency lady thought I was from the Netherlands.
I tried on a skirt in the shops and we asked the shop assistant if there was a size 32. She thought I wouldn't fit into it...why does everyone think I am fatter than I actually am?
Then I went to Gallerie Kaufhof, to buy underwear. The sizes in Germany are different, so I had to ask for help. The woman had to measure me with measuring tape and then said 'Oh you are so skinny. You wont find anything here' 'What, in the whole shop?' 'You can look but everything is too big for you'. Well, better to be skinny than a fat slob with fat splurting out from everywhere and fat lumps and fatty fat fat fat fat fat fat. The thing is, there are people who are skinnier/smaller framed/smaller/shorter/less fat/less 'femininely shaped' than me...
Now I am going to go to sleep so that I can go running tomorrow
PS: I have found a room! I have somewhere to live now when I go to uni
WIDGETIZE