Zhanga: April 9, 2004

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Friday, April 9, 2004 (6 comments)

I'd like to give props to CiCi for writing the longest entry ever. That may be a record. I think it's a little longer than anything I've ever written on here in a day (and of course, these get really long), and it's two and a half times longer than my longest Ed-rant.

I called the College Board at 2:15 PM today to try to get my SAT scheduled for something other than June 5 because that's ARML day, and the answering machine asked me to call back during regular business hours Monday through Friday.

I also went to the Sprint place to ask for a new phone because my battery life is spectacular. It didn't even take any convincing, but the only problem is that I have to manually transfer the data because they're stupid.

So continuing my story (below) before my mom kicked me off... on the way back from the dentist, my mom called the Japanese people who live in our house (in Glenside). Listening to these two talk, especially in person, is almost as funny as watching Gene on painkillers. My mom talks so funny, and this lady is even worse (can you imagine that?) and they're trying to communicate in English. My mom opened with a "Do you got my message?" in the usual funny accent, and then talked about something that I gave up trying to listen to.

Then five minutes before she hung up, my mom says, "so I will pick up the mail near the front door" and she just keeps saying stuff like this, reiterating the "front door" for the next five minutes before she hangs up. And by "five minutes," I mean 10+10+10+5+5+2+2+1+1+1+1+x minutes, where x represents all the minutes lost when I lost count =) But it was necessary, because last time, my mom told her a bunch of times to open the back door and the lady said ok a bunch of times... and the back door didn't get opened because the lady pretended to, but was unable to, understand something in the incomprehensible sentence "please open the back door."

They might as well talk to each other in Chinese or Japanese. Either way would be better than English.

Here's an interesting thing that I just came across. I haven't ever really thought of this until I wrote out the conversation below, but now that I think of it, it amuses me. I never hear older generation Chinese refer to a 日本人 (Japanese person), but rather, always a 日本鬼子 (Japanese ghost/demon/evil spirit). So for example, there are never Japanese people in our old house, but always one or more 日本鬼子.

Well hey, at least I don't say that.

5:17PM

On the way to the dentist, I had the expected conversation with my mom:

Mom: 昨天晚上谁在我们家？
   Who was at our house last night?
Me: Ai.
Mom: 谁啊？
   Huh? Who?
Me: Ai.
Mom: 爱？那国家的人？
   Love? What country is he/she from?
Me: 日本。
   Japan.
Mom: 啊？日本鬼子!？
   What? Japanese Demon!?
Me: 对
   Yeah.
Mom: 矮不矮？
   Is he/she short?

...

So after that, the dumb lady at the dentist's place takes that suction thing and jams it into my gums and cheek. By pulling my cheeks down, I was reminded of... yeah.

My mom's kicking me off now.

10:32AM

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