food

Agh. The air is sooo dry here. And it's amazing how dust accumulates so fast. I had to sweep away balls of dust (dust here falls in nice balls) yesterday. Since I am not keen to spend 5 euros on a broom, I borrowed a broom from my neighbour who looks like Jay Chou.

A random picture of my class:

I spent 5 hours with them every day. Alvin if you are reading this: Go to sweden. There are lots of blonds there. In fact, when we were asked to write something unique about our country, the swedish girl wrote "blond hair". For singapore, Ben and I wrote: SIA, Creative (my whole class didn't know Creative was a singaporean brand), the heat.

I played soccer with some of my classmates and a bunch of french dudes today after french class, and I was reduced to just walking around after awhile. The french dudes were too good. Their footwork, their stamina... fantastic. They have very long legs too. For every 1 step they took, I had to run 2 steps. And I crashed into the swede girl during a tackle and I think I'm gonna have a nice bruise.

Introducing my horrible lunch yesterday:

It was the worst lunch I've ever had. The yellow stuff is called couscous and it comes from North Africa. No offence to anyone, but I thought it tasted like saw dust. It was awful.
The black sausage below is called Boudin noir and guess what? It's a blood sausage. It tasted quite good; i finished one whole sausage. But the idea of eating cooked pig blood is just.... disgusting. And I thought we chinese were horrible eating intestines and livers. (I love intestines).

Funny thing about the Boudin I found on wiki:
In French slang, "boudin" is used to talk about fat and unattractive girls.

I really miss chinese food and white steamed rice. *sigh*. 5 and a half more months of potatos, couscous and terribly cooked rice.
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This is the cake for galette des rois. In my short stay here, I've seen this cake THREE times. Gosh. Ok I don't really like to eat it.