and so i do! so i forgive all and come inside to find i have also have a window seat and a chest of drawers and a closet and bookcase and small table and writing bureau and mantel piece and a boarded up fireplace and all of this is wooden, except, obviously, the fireplace. the bed was the only blot - a stiff ugly metal cot - but i have hidden its legs under the duvet, and when i go shopping for huge cushions and colourful throws and carpets and drapery and flowersfor the room it will be perfectly liveable and i shall open it up as a sort of salon for friends.
our floor is divided into three sections by two swing doors. i'm only three doors from the pantry which suits me because i boil water four or five times a night to make tea, but the bathrooms are at either end of the hallway and not as accessible for my room is down the opposite end from the women's bathroom. however this may not be an evil: what it suggests is that if i leave my door open there will at various points of day be lots of half-naked cute guys walking past. if they are cute, that is. well yen says that as the men living in the building all go to harvard, we can account them clever, so all that remains is to see if they're cute. now that's not a bad thought, is it?
although i've been diligently adjusting the volume of my music and then standing out in the hall with my door shut, it seems that no matter how low i've set the player volume all i have to do is to step outside and it sounds like i'm running a disco in here and keeping the entire sso indoors too. it must be the doors because when i stand outside i can also hear clearly my neighbours talking on the phone, which leaves the option of my getting headphones or counting on their tolerance. i think tolerance is good and less expensive. at present i'm mostly playing chinese classical which cannot offend anyone and there's always the ethnic card.
there is no dustbin in my room, but like any singaporean i'm a good plastic bag hoarder, so no problem there for now and i will be getting a bin, as nanny ogg says, toot sweet.
my fourth-floor room in the graduate dormitory called perkins hall overlooks oxford street and i had been most apprehensive about it. after travelling for 28 hours i was not the sprightliest person, and i hauled two suitcases of 70 pounds each to my room doors without a gallant male once arriving at my elbow and for eight flights of stairs cursed under my breath at each staircase landing i staggered up to. so i was not in the least disposed to impressions favourable and was working up a temper to be severely critical about my room until i swung the door open and hooted: is that an armchair! i've got a vinyl armchair!!