the day kicked off with a hardly memorable lecture but it was good to see friends and the familar faces.. so i'm not complaining.. but on my way home, i met a chinese girl just outside my residence hall.. i had seen her a couple of times around but apart from the fact that her name was 'kiku' and she cooked in the kitchen that directly faced mine, i knew walnuts about her..
but she stopped me in my tracks by asking if i could speak mandarin.. and OF COURSE i HAD to SHOW OFF my linguistic skills.. she seemed so relief at the sound of her mother tongue and i didn't have the heart to tell her my chinese vocabulary literally stopped expanding at the age of twelve.. but to be honest, i myself was relieved at the existence of another two-legged creature that could speak mandarin..
turns out kiku's real name is yongjun (related to the fact that she was born in autumn) and i really like the way her name sounds. she's from taiwan.. and she speaks fluent english of course.. the two of us bonded like kindred souls and were again, relieved to find out how much we have in common, i left the conversation with an elated feeling in my being, knowing that things could only get better.
i cooked dinner with andy and heiko.. where i made fried rice.. with just garlic, onions and eggs since my ham had grown mould with neglect.. we paired the rice with pan-fried chicken, which was marinated with lime and no-idea-what.. but it tasted good and this is the first time i have had a proper chicken fillet here.. serious. oh mum, you would be proud of me! the two were incredibly generous with compliments, caring to tell whoever that walked into the kitchen that i 'had prepared a great meal'.. really now!
it's blurry in here.
there's apparently a party at svanevej- another residence hall but for me, it's probably time to return to my readings..
happy valentine's day folks. love isn't just a bouquet of exhorbitantly priced roses or fancy candy wrapped with paper that contributes to deforestation.. it's the little things that count. you'll know what i mean.
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