Tuesday 7 January 2014

Foreword of a Disgruntled Writer

Those who knows me well will acknowledge the fact that I am, seemingly, a Korean fanatic. Perhaps it needs clarification that the fact is that, I am not. Being misunderstood in many ways viz. having being called 'Jewish' and fellow humans forewarned of their safety for befriending me, it is just natural that someone who savours a multitude of human culture would be treated as such when it comes to meeting people with limited perspective and culture. I don't just learn about culture, I embraced them and incorporate them into my daily life.

Dealing with such people does not require sociability but rather, art. Well, it might be a known-fact that human communication might indeed be an art in its on right, relations with such human being often necessitates the usage of 'arti-stoic' intertwining of nonsense and superficiality while having the outlook of a dignified and cultured Homo sapiens.

Started off without knowing Chinese at all (though I have been sent to Chinese tuition class at 9 years old), I would deem such achievement of mine no further than a feat in its own right. While my calligraphic skills is totally out-of-this-world and could only be admired by aliens, I had, at least, scratch out those limited time I hardly have and learnt Chinese. It is not just the language I learn, I am learning the whole package. In simple term, I am learning to be a Han.

In retrospect, why don't you learn to be a naturopathic health scientist while remaining ever committed to preserving whatever left of our cultural remnants?

If you can't do it, it is simply you don't have the heart to learn and that's all the reason that you need.