You, Singular.
I'm having a hot meatball sandwich, which is supposed to be "traditional" Dutch. (I know you're thinking meatball parm....or even Subway, Eat Frresh! But no, ce n'est pas comme ca, mes amis....malheuresement, in the typical Dutch way it is not nearly so visually appealing! If Hercule Poirot recoiled, he would be doing so.) It's actually very good smothered to death in it's mosterd placenta of coronary horror.
The lady who made me the sandwich was much cooler than the usually lady, Tauriti. She was a short, boisterous, and incredibly crude Indonesian lady whose bizzare name already escapes me. She made fun of my heritage, told me my mother had kept me in the oven for too long, and offered her matchmaking abilities. When I politely declined, she took matters into her own hands and offered my spare key to two of the workers on their lunch break. In short, she was pretty much the coolest part of my day.
Students are boring. Here at the "international guesthouse" we come from all over, but ironically enough, all I hear are theme and variations. When you meet new people, it's the same MadLib excercise on repeat (haha, Serena!) Where are you from? What's your name? What are you studying? Oh, cool!
No, it's not really cool. What's cool are the Indonesian ladies; the guys who works at the gym, live on an airbase, and play semiprofessional soccer (I asked him "What's semiprofessional? Do you get paid half the time?); and the SouthHampton hunks who send you Little Britain DVD's, CD's, Twirl Bars, and letters sprayed with cologne. Speaking of Cologne, I'm headed there this weekend! Home of churches, art, Eau de Cologne, and a chocolate museum.
The lady who made me the sandwich was much cooler than the usually lady, Tauriti. She was a short, boisterous, and incredibly crude Indonesian lady whose bizzare name already escapes me. She made fun of my heritage, told me my mother had kept me in the oven for too long, and offered her matchmaking abilities. When I politely declined, she took matters into her own hands and offered my spare key to two of the workers on their lunch break. In short, she was pretty much the coolest part of my day.
Students are boring. Here at the "international guesthouse" we come from all over, but ironically enough, all I hear are theme and variations. When you meet new people, it's the same MadLib excercise on repeat (haha, Serena!) Where are you from? What's your name? What are you studying? Oh, cool!
No, it's not really cool. What's cool are the Indonesian ladies; the guys who works at the gym, live on an airbase, and play semiprofessional soccer (I asked him "What's semiprofessional? Do you get paid half the time?); and the SouthHampton hunks who send you Little Britain DVD's, CD's, Twirl Bars, and letters sprayed with cologne. Speaking of Cologne, I'm headed there this weekend! Home of churches, art, Eau de Cologne, and a chocolate museum.