It’s about time I wrote something here.

In the last two weeks, I’ve been to Taiwan and back, gaining about a kilo in the process. I did nothing but eat over there so I’ll spare everyone the tedium of reading yet another travelogue. One thing though, it felt kinda weird to be a Chinese who didn’t really speak Chinese in a thoroughly Chinese country. As a fruitseller amusedly asked Pat in Chinese after I’d failed to understand a word of his rapidfire introduction of what looked like a green armadillo, “is he Japanese?”. This, of course, led to much mirth for Pat and much frowning for me. If our dear MM Lee thinks we’ll ever be able to match their standards, then he’s got his head in the clouds.