little drops of water, little grains of sand
i am sitting on my designated piece of sofa in the living room, feet up, listening to the water dispenser humming lightly as it disinfects itself. xiaoyun and i decided to carry out a 消毒 (xiao1 du2), just in case.
today we finally called the apartment management office regarding our water dispenser, and they sent someone to fix it up for us. however, our landlord provided us with a necessary, but odd fitting part. i think it's kinda like when you can't find the cap of your pen so you use the cap from another pen of a different brand instead. and it fits but not as perfectly as the original pen cap.
thus, the very heavy barrel of water is perched rather precariously on top of the odd fitting part. we've decided not to move it unnecessarily because the weight from the water's keeping it down. and it's working fine (for now at least), for which i'm glad because mineral water costs a lot more even when you buy it in 4 litre quantities, and it's no fun to have to keep buying it because you're sick and you need water and you're on a budget.
when the water dispenser man left there were bits of grit on the floor where he'd stood. i'm not very sure where they came from. xiaoyun thinks they came from the old water filter which we had to dismantle.
just now xiaoyun and i threw out some week-old breadtalk bread, because it was mouldy. i was very puzzled (and sad, because i hate wasting food) as it's dry here, and in singapore no mould forms no matter how humid it is.
this isn't gardenia hor! she said. it's freshly baked!
yeee to yeast, and aren't you now feeling just the teensiest bit horrifed to think of what they must put in off-the-shelf bread to keep it "fresh" and prevent mould from forming?
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last night a fellow exchange student (whom i don't know very well) asked me about the food and night life in beijing. to which i replied, i'm very boring, i don't club or eat around lah.
to which he replied (and i quote):
eee haha so ure like ani other chinaman la! =p
i responded with a series of dots.
........
eight, to be exact. which means that in the msn window two sets of 7 dots in the seven colours of the rainbow appeared.
i am sitting on my designated piece of sofa in the living room, feet up, listening to the water dispenser humming lightly as it disinfects itself. xiaoyun and i decided to carry out a 消毒 (xiao1 du2), just in case.
today we finally called the apartment management office regarding our water dispenser, and they sent someone to fix it up for us. however, our landlord provided us with a necessary, but odd fitting part. i think it's kinda like when you can't find the cap of your pen so you use the cap from another pen of a different brand instead. and it fits but not as perfectly as the original pen cap.
thus, the very heavy barrel of water is perched rather precariously on top of the odd fitting part. we've decided not to move it unnecessarily because the weight from the water's keeping it down. and it's working fine (for now at least), for which i'm glad because mineral water costs a lot more even when you buy it in 4 litre quantities, and it's no fun to have to keep buying it because you're sick and you need water and you're on a budget.
when the water dispenser man left there were bits of grit on the floor where he'd stood. i'm not very sure where they came from. xiaoyun thinks they came from the old water filter which we had to dismantle.
just now xiaoyun and i threw out some week-old breadtalk bread, because it was mouldy. i was very puzzled (and sad, because i hate wasting food) as it's dry here, and in singapore no mould forms no matter how humid it is.
this isn't gardenia hor! she said. it's freshly baked!
yeee to yeast, and aren't you now feeling just the teensiest bit horrifed to think of what they must put in off-the-shelf bread to keep it "fresh" and prevent mould from forming?
***
last night a fellow exchange student (whom i don't know very well) asked me about the food and night life in beijing. to which i replied, i'm very boring, i don't club or eat around lah.
to which he replied (and i quote):
eee haha so ure like ani other chinaman la! =p
i responded with a series of dots.
........
eight, to be exact. which means that in the msn window two sets of 7 dots in the seven colours of the rainbow appeared.
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