Saturday, February 18, 2006
Corridor Dinner
Isn't it such a coincidence: My German lab partner, Stefan, is the BF of my Canadian neighbor, Marie? It's amazing that I got to know them in such different manner and in the end, we are all connected. Stefan is really fast, huh!? In a matter of less than a month, he has managed to court Marie.
I finally cooked for some of my neighbors today. I think they are not used to my style of Chinese food; it's just a feeling. But, the sweet and sour pork still wins over their taste bud. Then, it's not difficult to understand why Caucasians always associate Chinese food with sweet and sour pork...
They wanted me to go to a Nation (student-run Clubs) for party; but I don't have a membership to one. Ok, I don't want to waste the money for a membership to a Nation; furthermore, I am not a party person. In the end, we just crossed the road and have a pre-party at Block F. How happening is the pre-party? Actually, nothing much. Just a laptop playing music through a miserable tiny speaker blasted to "full" volume (it can get quite difficult to hear someone though).
The whole kitchen was almost filled completely with French-speaking students. And there, I met Vanessa, who is an Aussie. We are so glad that we understood each other in ENGLISH. I really dun understand the meaning of party. Just getting intoxicated in some noise-polluted place. It's not so bad in Lund; at least pple can't smoke indoors. The smoke at Zouk chocked me badly (I was organizing a party for KEVII DnD Comm).
Drank some Vodka. According to Marie, Stefan and Chris, you're not supposed to taste Vodka but to drink it in a gulp. Huh?! Me:"Then what for?" Stefan:"To get drunk!" I can't imagine why someone would want to get drunk. I got a terrible hangover the last time I drank wine on a flight to Vietnam: throbbing headache and all uncomfortable. I was still in control of my behavior though. Ok, or maybe I wouldn't get drunk afterall. Because, before I get drunk, I would have knocked out.
I finally cooked for some of my neighbors today. I think they are not used to my style of Chinese food; it's just a feeling. But, the sweet and sour pork still wins over their taste bud. Then, it's not difficult to understand why Caucasians always associate Chinese food with sweet and sour pork...
They wanted me to go to a Nation (student-run Clubs) for party; but I don't have a membership to one. Ok, I don't want to waste the money for a membership to a Nation; furthermore, I am not a party person. In the end, we just crossed the road and have a pre-party at Block F. How happening is the pre-party? Actually, nothing much. Just a laptop playing music through a miserable tiny speaker blasted to "full" volume (it can get quite difficult to hear someone though).
The whole kitchen was almost filled completely with French-speaking students. And there, I met Vanessa, who is an Aussie. We are so glad that we understood each other in ENGLISH. I really dun understand the meaning of party. Just getting intoxicated in some noise-polluted place. It's not so bad in Lund; at least pple can't smoke indoors. The smoke at Zouk chocked me badly (I was organizing a party for KEVII DnD Comm).
Drank some Vodka. According to Marie, Stefan and Chris, you're not supposed to taste Vodka but to drink it in a gulp. Huh?! Me:"Then what for?" Stefan:"To get drunk!" I can't imagine why someone would want to get drunk. I got a terrible hangover the last time I drank wine on a flight to Vietnam: throbbing headache and all uncomfortable. I was still in control of my behavior though. Ok, or maybe I wouldn't get drunk afterall. Because, before I get drunk, I would have knocked out.
# posted by William : 11:48 PM
