Fei With Me!

extra information bout me coz this blog is about me if you forgot :P

the first and only word i learnt back in chinese class during my kindergarden days was "fei", which means fly, as in terbang not lalat. then i quit taking mandrin classes. i think i lasted like 2 lessons.

none of my classmates in kindergarden took mandrin classes. and i was coaxed by mom to do so. so after normal kindergarden classes, i had to join another class for mandrin. i knew nobody in that class. it was like i was sent to china coz all the other kids there spoke only mandrin, and i only spoke english. the language barrier was made of concrete! i was an outcast there. i think thats how guantanamo bay feels like. lonely.

so i cried. then i think the mandrin teacher adviced my mom that i'm not comfortable. though i'm sure i used to complain how much i hated going for mandrin class as well. hence my mom pulled me out of that class. how happy i was back then!

but i do regret that a lot nowadays. maybe things could have been different for me. and of course, at least i'll get less of the "oh what a waste, you could speak 4 languages then" statements. that would be a relief. believe me, its annoying hearing people and their expectations. you think you're living up to my expectations? no. so why should i to yours???


on a side note, its been a really wet march so far. what a way to start the month. don't know how long i'll be stuck here. i can't sing "i saw the sun...", coz i really haven't. bummer!