Beginnings

I shall admit my fault immediately – I am awful with the letter writing. Really, I cannot seem to reply to anyone in time! This blog is an attempt to keep those interested with regular updates (since LJ died again and, let’s face it, Resedagboken wasn’t really an option) and photos, too, if I can remember. I hereby resolve to become a better person and I am certain to keep my pledge for at least a few weeks, hopefully so much longer.

As for those of you who may have stumbled across me by mistake, you are welcome, of course, but the word is to approach with caution. It’s not that I bite – I am kinder than most – but there are certain rules around here. First off, everything needs to be divided by three. I can’t quite explain it to you, but the whole word is made out of threes and there’s little to be done about that. Unless, of course, we pass twelve while we are counting, for at that point I will not care anymore. Secondly, while many of you might know Theodore by now, he has a new roommate, a boy named Ming (明), and it’s a little tense in there right now so please be gentle. Three: Jay Chou (周杰伦) – enough said.

At present I am caught in the whirlwind that is Finals and there is little room for anything but Chinese. I am still in Chengdu, Sichuan, grieving the coming move from what feels more like home to me than Sweden ever did. Why, Beijing will have to step up for a chance to win my heart!

Chinese of the day:
“哇，你好帅！有没有女朋友啊？真的吗？讨厌哦。”
“Wow, you’re so good-looking! Do you have a girlfriend? Really? Oh, shoo.”