» Archive for 9 August 2007
I’m sorry. I was angry with you and avoided you . . . But it was when I wanted to add to my collection of entertaining dishware that I began to recall our better, happier times together. Now, I really think it’s best that we start seeing each other again. Can you give me another chance?
Remember when I just moved out of my dormitory and had no money to furnish that junky, little apartment? You were there for me. We threw out those nasty flower printed curtains and had some made that looked just like they came from Ikea, but for a mere third of the price. Then you saved me from calling my jerk of a landlord—and you always knew how much I hated him—you gave me telephone cords exactly the length I needed for, and a new hose for the leaky showerhead for only ten RMB. I didn’t thank you then, but darling, you are irreplaceable.
Then, remember when I wanted to throw a party? I had no time to decorate, but you offered me endless strings of lights: little sparkly white ones, fruit-shaped ones, lights in red tubes like the chuan’r signs on the street . . . you even showed me disposable tableware and silly gag gifts. You peeled away the secrets to how the average person consumes in Beijing, you made me feel like a real laobaixing, you gave me hope. It is so rare to say that to someone . . . maybe someday I will buy some split-crotch pants for our little munchkin, hmmm?
Not only were you there for parties and housewares, you gave me tschochkes galore, (more…)