Sunday, November 19, 2006
[Dear 'n':]
[Dear 'n':]
(And people who think similar to him/her and happen to so unfortunately stumble upon my blog)
People like you really make me feel wiser.
No, I'm not being sarcastic. You really made a point. I'm fortunate and still complaining.
But there are people like me who really like travelling, and show particular interest in certain places. Like there are people who think that going to the same place twice is pointless, there are also people who feel that there are places that they really want to know about and don't mind going for a second, third, fourth time. That just happens to be me. I love vacationing and if I can see more places, why not? If I've seen many places, that's even better; I think it's wonderful to think about all these places, their charm, their beauty and so on.
And then the fortunate part. I admit I am lucky. But I prefer to think that I have not seen enough of the world. We can be contented, but not complacent. If it is affordable to me, I will not stop until I've seen enough. Even Malaysia, which I know someday I'll be interested in. I am contented that I have seen Europe and China, and have hazy memories of Australia, Korea and Malaysia, but what about the remainder of the world? What about those places? I'm sure I can learn something from experiences in these countries, as I have from my previous trips to wherever I've been to. I consider myself fortunate now, but sometimes being fortunate is not all that humans have to be.
Oh, and you mention that I am a brat. That I object to, because firstly, I think I have been very filial to my parents and I do not demand vacations from them. I don't think all that talk is enough, but I know what kind of daughter I had been for the past fifteen years. I have never demanded that things go my way, not even when I'm with my own schoolmates and juniors. I am merely musing about my sentiments on holidaying, with vulgarities in between, but I'm sure there is no law that states my actions as illegal.
Another thing that quite interests me is your idea that vulgarity is equivalent to low standard of English. Perhaps this is true, but from my point of view, vulgarities are informal terms of a language which are offensive. Fuck and shit exists in dictionaries that are more extensive in their entries, and I cannot deny that even my English teacher tends to say, "SHIT HAPPENS!" when warning us about getting into trouble. An example of low-standard English is, "I is going to hospital saw my sister. He injure in accident, got bicycle bang her." I'm sure everyone who learns English can more or less point out that there are grammatical errors in this sentence and correct them on the spot.
And oh, the more you expect, the more disappointed you're likely to become. You THOUGHT my standard of English was high.
It is also quite a misfortune to be stuck in Singapore just because you're busy with many other whatnots. Passion that has become a chore.
You want to know how the hell I've been brought up? In a three-room flat in Smith Street, Chinatown, with the best char bee hoon stall just nine floors below me. I was brought up without pain or pleasure, just packets of beehoon, a thin mattress on the floor, a small TV playing the same old episodes of Tom & Jerry for entertaintment, some Lego blocks and Zhi Hao for a playmate. Pretty simple, isn't it.
Well, that pretty sums up what I have to say to those who, like n, think I am a brat who thinks going to Europe is not enough and demands that she, too, like her peers, can go overseas for the holidays.
I am all of that. And much more.
Oh yeah, shame you didn't put down your name, n. You're starting to grow on me!
[fangying] [9:54 PM]
