Thursday, September 28, 2006
One of the best things about traveling alone is the opportunity to meet new people. Although I don't doubt traveling in groups allow you the same privilege, it’s easier to approach people when you’re alone, doncha think? The way I see it, when you travel in groups, the people you try to talk to tend to judge your motives a lot more.
o.O why are you talking to me? Talk to your friend!
Or maybe the likelihood of you getting to know others are minimized because you’d prefer talking to the person you’re traveling with. So anyway, I was on the flight to KK, and I was sitting with a sweet couple. At first, I thought they were Japanese cos the guy spoke funny “uh can sitting here?”, and okay, they both had really fair skin and microscopic eyes. The guy smiled throughout the entire flight, seemed as happy as a clam. The girl looked pretty sweet and shy. And then the girl pulled out a Female magazine and the guy pulled out a Korean Sabah travel guide (I never knew they had such thing).Then I thought okay, so they’re Koreans now…then I went on minding my own business.A little while later, the girl asked me in Mandarin, “ni sze Sabah ren, ma?” (Are you a Sabahan?) Oh shiets! The Korean speaks Mandarin?! She sounded awfully fluent too! (I’m not well-versed in Mandarin myself!) *blush* Yeah yeah, I'm an embarrassment to the community but it still doesn't stop me from trying to carry a decent conversation with whatever Mandarin I had with the ‘Korean lady’. I tried to keep my Mandarin skills up to par as best I could. After an exhausting 15 minutes(I'm pretty proud of myself) of Q&A about Sabah, I asked her which part of Korea they were from.She shocked both her boyfriend and I with a loud laugh. She said she was a ‘ping chen ren’ (Penang-ite) and that her Korean boyfriend wanted to spend the weekend away together. (Obviously my power of observation failed again)
I overheard them talking about the Rafflesia flower earlier, and she said
“Tony, this flower is beauty and biggest in the world.”
o.O
I was pretty amused about it all, 1) they were of different cultures and nationality, 2) they conversed in English and they sucked miserably, 3) and how do you fall in love like that? (they’re not hot if that’s what you’re thinking) Intercultural relationships always amuse me.
Anyhow, I suppose ‘love is blind…and deaf, huh?
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