While the title might suggest that this post would have something to do with a furry mammal with a limited lifespan (no, not an extremely hairy indian), it isn't. It is in fact not about anything in particular. I just felt like increasing the frequency of my posts. But, typing a couple of sentences like this then slapping it on my blog would be very irresponsible. The post needs to have a purpose, however unnecessary or useless. I have therefore decided to devote this whole post to a very special phenomenon.
Okay, to the thing in question. Earthquakes. Yes, the recent one that occurred in Sichuan has tugged at a couple of strings in the chinese half of my heart. Okay, I admit that I haven't been very kind to the PRCs. Making fun of their language, their ardent love for Mao Ze Dong and his tanks, and Chinese people in general. So it's weird how it takes a major disaster to make me feel slightly sorry for them.
Sure, they come here with their funky accents, ace our exams then become bus drivers or something. But no funny-speaking, job stealing foreigners deserve to suffer such a fate. Maybe a cultural revolution or two, but not an earthquake of this magnitude. Now, this might seem like an aimless rant, but I guess what I'm really trying to say is we should try to love the PRCs and maybe many other cultures which are strange to us as well. We should not wait for Mother Nature to give us that wake up call.
I'm probably in some sort of national security trouble having mentioned Mao Ze Dong, but seriously, Tiananmen Square was damn guai lan.
Posted on 6/03/2008 11:29:00 PM
