Some people will tell you that repetition is the key to memorizing the words of a foreign language, but the words I remember the best are the ones that had a story associated with them. I remember the first time I heard Madonna’s name in Chinese, and I never forgot it, worthless as it may be. I still haven’t forgotten the word for bug light. I’m going to share one more of those little stories in this entry.…
24
Jul
2002
2002
Flashback: Aug. 25, 2000
[Haha... It's great to read about the language difficulties I used to have in China and know that they're a thing of the past (well, at least on the communication level).]
I saw my guard friend Xu on the way home from dinner with Qijue, and he invited me to the guardhouse again to hang out. I told him I’d be by later because I was waiting on a call from a friend. It felt really good, though, to
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16
Jul
2002
2002
Flashback: Aug. 20, 2000
[This is one of my first journal entries in China. Note that I no longer live in the apartment I mention in this entry...]
I am getting eaten alive by mosquitoes here in my own apartment! It’s ironic — I felt like I had just reached a point in the last few years in the USA where mosquitoes didn’t bother me much anymore. Now I’m in China, and I guess I’m some kind of foreign delicacy. They love me!
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