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Diary entry forty nine
 
Spring having sprung things feel a lot better.
 
There's something about not having to lie in bed for warmth that helps you pretend to be active. The
bugs are out in their numbers and I think that I swallowed about six today
in the morning run, even the ones on the ground, running makes me hungry.
 
The cherry blossom trees are out and even me, being the butchest and most
masculine of all of the men in the world, times two, can't help but
appreciate it.
 
Snow has been replaced with sun. It's now very hot. It's amazing how quickly
we could go from one extreme to the other. I'm sweating buckets.
 
I'm sweating buckets especially now since Wei Shifu has revived the idea of
'The stairs' where we find a long, long staircase and climb up and down it
several times. The thing is these particular set of stairs are at the top of
a steep hill, so I'm already wanting a rest by the time I get to them. And
this time the emphasis is on speed as well as consistency. Last time he
chased behind my shouting to go faster. He's a lot harder on us when there's
only on of us in the class. The class numbers are soon to shrink more so than they already are. After
next week Brannon is leaving, and two weeks after that Stan is leaving too.
 
Four minus two.
 
There will be TWO students left after this: Me and Mirko. And frankly I
don't know if I'll be up for it. With two people lessons seem so long and
exhausting. Quickly we're finished with the normal routine class's because
we don't have to wait for the other classmates to finish they're part. Which
means that we work with less work, and then because there's more lesson time
left we work more.
 
I don't know if I'm looking forward to it. At all.
 
Something that happened a few weeks ago, and I just forgot to write about is
that now I have eaten for the first time deer, pig's brains and wasps. The
deer and pig's brains were actually alright. But the wasps didn't really
taste of anything. What's the point of eating something like wasps unless
they taste good? I could understand people eating them if they tasted good,
or even or something.
 
We watched a good movie. Groundhogs Day. Nobody complained once. I was
content.
 
And I found out yesterday that my local newspaper back home in Milton Keynes
want to do a story about my stay when I get back. (Jokes on them though,
I've done nothing interesting since I stepped off of the plane, as you
know.) Although I have premonitions that it will work out bad for me, I don't
really feel like it's anything too great to talk about anyway (Says Liam
writing his online diary.)
 
Maybe I could just lie out of my ass and see what happens. I'll say I
reached enlightenment, and that I had a brief love affair with Zhang Ziyi. I
wrestled pandas and took down mafia bosses. I could even draw pictures for
them.
 
And once again I have shaved my head, only to be reminded how stupid I look
with a shaved head. Although this time I have my goatee, HA! Doesn't help.
 
OH YEAH
 
The one single definitive important thing about China that ANNOYS THE HELL
OUT OF ME is that they think potato is for sweet dishes.
 
No, it isn't.
 
Potato ice cream is bad ice cream. Putting sugar on chips, and deep fat
frying potato and covering them in caramel. IT'S JUST WRONG.
 

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