Category: Musings

Tough Week

That’s a pretty simple title for this post. Sometimes you run out of words, and then you just feel that who needs words anyway? It’s been almost three months since I first arrived here. It’s been an emotional ride most of the time. I came here looking to regain my faith in people, and China

Da Leaves and Xuchang Calls

Da was this interesting Thai woman I wrote about in another post. Sorry, I am just too plain lazy to link these posts together. Birdy’s first reaction was that she reminds her of another person we knew whose nickname began with the same two letters. People who look the same tend to be the same,

Pork Dumplings

Most of my friends know I am a vegetarian. However, most of them do not know why I am a vegetarian. It’s something I like to keep to myself, especially as I see no merit in arguing with a meat-lover over the potential benefits of chewing on a cow’s behind or a carrot’s top. To

The Russian Who Doesn’t Talk

Last week, I came to class, then backed out immediately at seeing an unknown face. Did I enter the right class, I mutter to myself, trying to see the classroom number. Meanwhile, the strange person in pink sitting inside the class, also gets up. “Is it 208?” she asks. I nod, rather flustered, still backing

Another Test…Another Disaster

I think I am destined to do the most bizarre things during a test. Today, we had another test, this time from Chapter 13 to 16. At first, there is the irritatingly loud music from outside. And then, a little bee that buzzes around me. Finally, my favorite pen, the one I write all my

Green Ram

Tuesday was a holiday here, it being Qing Ming Jie or Tomb Sweeping Day. I was really happy because I was missing Tuesday’s speaking and listening class, which I hate. The teacher for this class, Tang Laoshi, is just an ordinary fluff ball of biases and prejudices. I could take it if she was a

The Strange Case of Arabib

One of my good friends, Voozy, was very fascinated with the story of Arabib, the girl from Tunisia caught in a confusing love triangle. Here’s an update on her. Last week, I came out of my room around the same time as Arabib. She was dressed, ready to go somewhere, and so was I. Dinner

Apologies

I am really sorry to those wonderful people in my life whose mails I haven’t responded to yet. Thank you for writing in to me, I have been fairly lax in replying. But I hope you will like my reason. After my previous two disastrous tests, I was determined to improve my scores in the

Ni Mang Ma?

Are you busy? That’s what the subject of this post means. It’s also what I increasingly find myself asking. Just last month, I had a job. I used to get up at around 6:30AM, have a quick shower before running out for what was at least a 40-minute drive in the car. Despite the early

Love in Tunisia

Arabib lives on the same floor as my room. I first met her when she was standing outside the door to her room, talking with a bald young man who looks almost Indian except that he wasn’t Indian – he was from Saudi Arabia. Arabib says she is from Tunisia and introductions follow. She is