Well, well, well.
I just realized that I haven't got online for a tenday now, and that I haven't much time online now as well. I've been told that truth hurts and I've said that many times too. Somehow or other, I'm imagining myself talking while sitting by an old log fire in a great old arm chair, smoking 'bacco wearing a red chequered shirt and suspenders, waiting for dawn to start chopping down great oaks.
Anyways, if I was a lumberjack, I'll be a Chinese lumberjack, who only get to cut down bamboo and practice kung fu in the evenings with no fire and no fireplace. That's because I've decided that the next instrument I'm gonna learn how to play is the gu zheng (古筝).
Come to think of it, I believe that Chinese song titles are extremely...invigorating. What I mean is, think of songs which all sound basically the same and then realize that they have totally different titles like, "Recounting Grievances In The Courtyard" and "Rain-lashed Banana Tree". I didn't even realize that there were banana trees in China.
One of these days, I'm gonna ask my teacher to teach me to play "Buddha Jumps Over The Wall" and watch her face go red. For those of you who don't know, "Buddha Jumps Over The Wall" is a Chinese culinary dish.
Good night, everybody.
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