Chapter One

Enough with the visa shit already - it was a long trial but it is over and I'd rather not ever think of it again. I managed to get back to Beijing eventually and registered at school as supposed to, the placement exams are tomorrow. But there are more important things to talk about.

Kathy called me this morning (and woke me, admittedly). I have missed her so much - she is my Beijing for Christ sake! - and just to hear her voice made everything brighter. And I had barely put the phone back onto the floor before it rang again and Korean Boy asked in an overly cheery voice if I was awake. I was, of course, and I ran into the bathroom for a shower quicker than Theodore says Poppycock.

When having a date with Korean Boy, it's important to look Nice. I spent ten minutes trying to Look Nice with the means of make up before I realised that there was no point and that a blue flower would do the job for me. Today, this was it, no more experiments with eyeshadow in daylight!



I actually managed to pay lunch for the both of us (Pride!) and learned a little more Korean - I can say that I am tired and that hey, you're an idiot. I am making progress. Korean Boy hired me as his English teacher but I have warned him that it's going to cost him (money? no, that is not at all what I had in mind. I am Decent!).

The first phrase he wanted to have translated was 每天晚上给我打电话, so I did. Call me every night. That's today's Chinese lesson for you: Call me every night!

Then, of course, we had to go shopping because he is Korean and there is little to be done about that. Underwear - imagine that, he took me shopping for underwear! I feel we are doing this in the wrong order.

But Kathy! Kathy Kathy 明娜我想死你了！I'll be better with the emails, I swear!