Not doing much just sitting here in a cold dark room. My choice I suppose. I got a little MJ and just doing a little internet research while a noodle is getting it’s goodness ready. I had a few more thoughts I wanted to share. Or rather a few more posts. So this one is going to be about what’s been happening on the Chinese language and girl front. Why, well, they kinda go hand in hand. In order to hangout with a girl, you must, well, hell, you have to learn Chinese, speak, read and write. If you don’t you’ll be going to the .. Never mind, let’s just say that you will be lonely.
The image below is a screen shot of my desktop with what I normally do everyday. I usually end up chatting it up with a few girls that I know or have been introduced to. As you can see, besides the photograph of my Grandmother and Grandfather’s wedding in 1955, I think it was 1955, is a bunch of Chinese. Weird huh?
We were talking about the weather or something. One thing that you learn is to get really fast on the dictionary draw. Which I am. This inevitably ends up blowing up in my face. Because when I end up seeing the girl, well, she thinks I speak fluent Chinese since I can reply fairly fast. Things blow up and I usually have to say that I suck at it and the usual. Good times.