Monday, June 22, 2009

.: China 101 :.


Trigger.



One of my group members in school was a brother from Harbin, Heilongjiang China. On one occasion, he showed me a giant pandas clip on his lappy, and told me stories about the gargantuan ice and snow sculpture exhibitions held there. In a nutshell, I got distracted by the pandas rolling around clip, which made him switch to speaking about pandas instead. Then he started playing songs. Sad, solemn, depressing songs. I cringe each time he did that and I pulled the stops when he wanted to transfer some of those songs into my lappy.

Sometimes our group discussions, assignments and projects will end close to 5am. Being the only girl in the group, he never fails to remind the others about this, hence I suppose I received special treatment because of it. Age-wise, he is the big brother and to some extent, a protector. So I had a sad, solemn, depressing big brother terribly annoyed when I refused to pronounce panda the way he did. A year later, he pursued his studies in the UK, and we lost contact. Initially, I was supposed to pursue my studies there with him, but I guess fate had other things in store for me. In this case, I am entirely at fault.

Xiong mao …
Panda .......
Xiong mao …
Panda .......
Xiong mao …
Panda .... :P

I’m currently listening to this sad, solemn, depressing song and my thoughts just fleeted to him. His favorite sentence was ...

"If anybody bullies you, let me know. I’ll bring you back to China."

He doesn’t have to do that since I’m going there on my own. Not to Harbin though. I’ll freeze there. As it is, I'm already freezing in Malaysia.

What are the odds of that happening ...
7.33pm Malaysian Time
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