Grammar and Tones

On intercultural understanding and misunderstanding

Category: relationship

  • I would love to join your dinner party

    I would love to join your dinner party

    When my mate wants to hang out with me and asks if I wanna come over on Thursday for a pizza, I might either say “sure!”, or “no, I gotta floss my cat”. And no offence would be taken. After all, when I invite my mate for something, he might…

  • A true friend every day

    A true friend every day

    This post needs a big disclaimer: Like so many of my other posts, this is just my very subjective and biased personal interpretation of the various conversations and experiences I have had in China, as well as with my wife and extended family. I’m not attempting to be objective or…

  • I, they, everyone

    I, they, everyone

    I’m sure there is an alternative universe in which my wife is an artist. A fashion designer, or a painter, or at the very least an architect instead of a civil engineer. But her parents “suggested” her to study something that would get her a “proper” job. More specifically, they…

  • The irony of German humour

    The irony of German humour

    I poured my three-year-old a glass of orange juice and put it in front of him. He: Can I drink that? Me: Yes, it’s for you! He took a sip, then took another bite of it ham sandwich, and then asked again: He: Daddy, can I drink that? Me: Yes,…

  • Chopsticks and forks

    Chopsticks and forks

    I was so ignorant. Whenever I went to a Chinese restaurant, the waiter would politely ask if we wanted to have some chopsticks. Everyone, would smile in a slightly bemused we and politely decline. Then we’d each eat our sweet-and-sour crispy duck with fork and knife, like everyone in the…

  • Traveller’s curse

    Traveller’s curse

    You get born in Commoncity in Averageland. You grow up in Commoncity, you meet a girl (or boy) in and from Commoncity, get married and get children. Your children grow up in Commoncity, get married and get children in Commoncity. You die in Commoncity. Common, average life can be so…

  • This blog is not for you

    This blog is not for you

    This blog is not for you. It is not for anyone. This blog is just for myself. It is an opportunity for myself to reflect on a life that was defined by a seemingly never-ending odyssey of moves around the world, immersing myself in other cultures, and experiencing the good…