一寸光阴一寸金，寸金难买寸光阴
Our chinese is not entirely lost! More like a person somewhere strange with no working GPS/3G/map, because said person could always ask a friendly stranger (baidu?) for help, or walk straight till you arrive somewhere, or just lepak there.
My Morphing Malteser Motel is a mix between Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, a medieval castle, the Room of Requirement, and a posh hotel, owned by no one and everyone simultaneously. With wood panelling and cold floors and fireplaces and black and white corridors and 42 rooms bursting with colors and warmth and a kitchen with a balcony, and anti-gravitational and infinity devices, and books. It'll be made largely out of chocolate, of course, that doesn't melt on you even if you're a stuck-up Indian prince.
I felt inordinately happy when I told the Times salesperson that I took neither GP nor econs. :D
(don't worry I walk out of almost every KI class feeling mind-boggled.)
(don't worry I walk out of almost every KI class feeling mind-boggled.)
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