Temporary Beijing Blog
I swear I didn't mean to break the rule of yoghurt club
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I have progressed from ”not a word” in Chinese to precisely four: yoghurt, and ice café mocha. I think I have prioritized wisely.
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you have to understand that the status of my living conditions here is equivalent to ”illegal dorm cat”—no one sees me, hears me, or lets the authorities know I exist and it’s all cool.
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confessions of a lychee juice and traditional beijing drinkable yoghurt addict
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that moment when you’ve travelled around the world and still end up talking until 2am about your favourite books, films and tv shows.
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generally I am the sort of girl who gets kicked out at closing time at bars and museums. there is no drinking on this trip. what do you think has happened.
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post-karaoke syndrome includes ringing ears, hoarse throats, and the horrifying realisation that you’ve slept half of one of your limited days away.
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yesterday’s scientific experiment proved that the best way to relearn riding a bicycle is not to be wearing pennyloafers and hurtling through Beijing traffic.
(screaming forever)
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at this point we can call the journey ‘miles and miles of more Russia’
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While in Switzerland I shall endeavour not to fall off any inconvenient waterfalls.
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Behold! I am in Zurich for breakfast. Fending off feral bankers and chocolate-crazed tourists.
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and now begins my career as an international bagel smuggler. well, not exactly but it sounds funnier like that.
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Post reblogged from I will defend the faith
“Comrade” is my favourite gender-neutral pronoun.
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Hello dearhearts, I’m off to China tomorrow, so I decided that this deserves shenanigans. Why? Because I’m needy/love you all/trying not to drink alone/have finally accepted in my heart that I throw hipster parties and should never change.
Ham, potato salad, leafy salad. 6pm and later. Bring your friends, bring beverages, bring music.
THE USUAL PLACE. Need an address? Drop me a line.
