Friday, September 23, 2005
I finally managed to score a decent Mandarin conversation at Brown. The guy was sitting next to me in math class, obviously bored because he kept doodling little parallelograms all over his notes. I was doodling kanji on mine. He noticed and mistook my random scribblings for Chinese characters (even though they were appended by hiragana), so when the class ended he asked me, in Mandarin, if I was from China. Since opportunities to converse in Mandarin don't present themselves too often (PRCs want to speak English, the Hongkongers mostly speak perfectly Americanised English and/or Cantonese, most of the ABCs have lost the language, and Singaporeans always use Singlish what), I happily replied in Mandarin and it went on from there, all the way across the campus to my next class.
My new conversational partner was an American-born Taiwanese, so the accent difference wasn't much of a problem. And we did not lapse into English
at all, (except for place names, of course, but that's forgivable), even upon hitting awkward snags where our fluency proved lacking. I hope this new acquaintance goes somewhere, though - I'm
sick of being a social underachiever, capable only of conducting annoyingly cliched conversations while people bond all around me but never
with me. It's been - what? - 4 weeks already, and I do try, but somehow things never seem to go anywhere.
Inanely anal internal dialogue, courtesy of a brain pumped up on caffeine:
- My social life sucks. I need to make a conscious effort to be less self-conscious.
- Isn't that rather paradoxical?
- I'll have to remember not to be so self-conscious about it, then.
words were spilled on Friday, September 23, 2005