I just signed up for some intensive Chinese lessons for the next month or so. This great lil lady came to my flat and we went over my old text books (Yes, I do carry old Chinese texts books with me wherever I go, shut up). It was pretty horrifying. I'm way rusty after half a year in Oz practicing my English and drinking too much.
Now I'm back in China, it's time to get back on that wagon. I've signed up for 4 x 2 hour lessons a week. Only 8 hours and back in Kunming I was doing 16. But they weren't one on one lessons and that makes a difference. There's no others to take up the slack and nowhere to hide, although I don't rule out diving under the table and peeking out when things get rough. Stormy times ahead people.
My other language learning strategy involves..um... drinking too much, funnily enough. I heart Mao's Live House, that shitty punk dive I found a week or so back. It's craptastic, the guys are hot, the girls look like they'd slit your throat for a dollar. My kinda people. There's gigs there coming up. I'm going, I'm going alone and I'm going to talk to everyone who'll listen to me. Hey, it's language practice...
Also! I'm translating a website for a tattoo buddy of mine over here. Excellent way to bone up on the tattoo vocab hey?
Ah guys, my shit is in flux, but fuck it. I'm sick of the worrying.
It's time to tear this city apart.
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