-This blog is one year old, this boy is one year older.
-My head is always near bursting's brink on account of the Chinese vocabulary, grammar, sentences, that are inside. Thankfully when I do burst it comes out of my mouth and not the top of my skull.
- My roommate‘s brain bled two days ago as a result of blunt trauma, his shoulder also cracked in three places, but he's back at home on the fast track to recovery. As PVEMC would say PTL!
- I'm Chineser every day, the most recent Yellow Fever symptom is an open QQ account, numbered 2851089.
- In the course of the last 30 days I have eaten more than 300 饺子 （dumplings)
- The secret ingredient isn't 鱼, 米, or even 玉米, 。。it is 爱。
- Remember the bike I bought on TaoBao? They also just sent me an extra back wheel, flip flop hub complete with free-wheel and fixed 16t cogs, an extra chain, extra pedals with clips, helmet, and a top bar protector, for FREE!
- New Junior Boys, Old Karen Dalton
Today I found myself saying again, 'I can't believe I'm living in China'. It's been such a trip living here, one I've been doing my best not to let pass me by too quickly. Yesterday I spoke in front of a class about the differences between English and Chinese, using only Chinese to do so. Last week I started teaching a Korean Professor English, and an old-time friend is now my roommate (not the one who's brain was bleeding) half way across the globe. I never could have guessed. Party on!
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Hi, dear face. Today I went to pick up my Noble Beast album on vinyl and I had to fight back tears at the counter from too much Frownzen missing. Andrew Bird/James Friesen, both trigger so much feeling from this little lady. As it turns out, my tree planting contract went tits up, so I will be around for a while longer. Can I come to Chinatown and eat 300 dumplings with you and Brendan (is he your latest non-brain bleeding flatmate? If so, awesome)? I miss you, everyday, a little bit more. On the plus side, shit is melting and the streets are gravy enough to ride on without facing death a la slicks. I am crying out in rejoice. I also met a boy, eeeeeee.
I love you very much, Megaleg
Come down to China town we'll show you 'round. BF is the latest non-hemorrhaging flat mate, and he is as expected, fantastic. Andrew Bird elicits a heavy emotional response for me as well, the man has a way with almost everything it seems. Spring is my favorite time for the exclusive reason of melting, light-gray pavement that was just dark-grey. Who's the lucky ladd?
Andrew Bird said to say hello. The mystery man is a budding architect named Thom. He tucks in his shirts and has prettier penmanship than I do. He also likes our kind of jam. And my jam I mean music. We have shared one meal so I am keeping my shirt on in the excitement dept.
Kroeker gathering blew without you. Keeping in mind he is very nearly three decades old, Tim screamed at all the tiny tots whilst reading Harry Potter in cut off SWEATS on the loveseat. You know which loveseat. The sight alone was frightening. He is a giant of a man, all sprawled. Erin is convinced that his recycled seeing eye glasses have begun to sprout moss/mold. Oh boy, what a family we have. Either way, you were heavily missed. Your dad might let me sweep for employment once seeding draws nearer as I am strapped for scrill. What a man. You are a good man too. Say hi to BF, he also is a good man. I will make like Karenoke (not Dalton) and send up some some words in the Hemorragee's favor.
Best, Marge.
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