當我又做錯了判斷 失敗像崩塌了的山

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So apparently my Mandarin has taken a pretty massive leap forward, all of a sudden, because it's like I fucking woke up three days ago and could understand half of everything I freaking hear, could start up conversations and ask basic questions without really thinking about it, and almost immediately started forgetting my native language. That might sound cool but I mean, think about that particular combination of skills. I UNDERSTAND HALF OF WHAT I HEAR. I TALK WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT WHAT I'M SAYING. And now I guess I know just enough to get myself into trouble now and so we have, ADVENTURES IN BEING BRITTANY, NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED, WHO TODAY 好好好, 對對對ED HER WAY TO ACCIDENTALLY ORDERING ABOUT A HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS OF JIRO WANG MERCHANDISE.

Actually, that about sums it up. To pay myself the only compliment I'm willing to do here, my Chinese must've been pretty okay, because the lady easily understood my questions, she assumed I could understand her. I mean she kept it simple but she wasn't talking in baby Chinese. I showed her my list of the drama DVDs I was looking for—I wanted something to watch tonight, so I'd written down like half of everything my favorite Taiwanese idol has ever appeared in that I was vaguely interested in. She complimented my Chinese handwriting, she disappeared into the back. Then she returned and said in Chinese, "I'm sorry, we don't have these right now."

"Oh, that's okay," I said, in Chinese. "Thank you!"

Then she said something I wasn't paying attention to because I was all, holy shit, I'm totally having a conversation in Chinese! I nodded enthusiastically, because that's what you do when you don't understand what someone's telling you. "Okay, okay," I said, except it was really like, "Okay okay okay okay," because that's what you do in Taiwan. Seriously, I've carried over a rapid-fire, "Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah," into my English. I feel our tongue lacks this valuable tool.

"Then, can I get your name and phone number?" she asked me.

"Oh, sure!" I said. I can write both of those things in Chinese, which is an awesome language, if you didn't know, and so of course I eagerly did that. Actually phone numbers are pretty much the same in every language but I totally had to explain my terrible handwriting to her, in Chinese, so that counts! "We'll call you when these come in," she said. I was like, dude, awesome. Because I totally knew what she said! She took my name, number, and my list, which should've been a fucking clue, but processing languages that are not English apparently take my entire brain. I smiled and nodded and turned and walked away, feeling pretty pleased with myself.







... And then I was like wait what.

Comments

[theeternalmind.livejournal.com]

I really shouldn't laugh because holy shit that's a lot of money on stuff you may or may not be able to afford... but I did anyway, because goddamn you are adorable.

[unicorn]

I can't decide whether to laugh or not. THAT'S HORRIBLE AND YET.

Wow.

[immelmanturn.livejournal.com]

DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH CHINESE TO CANCEL THE ORDER? Also, I don't know if the ordering system over there works the same way as over here, but when people canceled orders at the record store we just sent them back to the distributor and were refunded, no harm, no foul.

[lightrobber.livejournal.com]

I envy you for your language skill. I wish I could be progressing with my Japanese as fast. (But then, I don't live in Japan atm.)

And then I also hope that they can't get a hold of half of those things on the list. Just because that would be cruel, man. <3

[madstylzyo.livejournal.com]

Congrats!

I still take forever to respond in korean.

And i totally agree. When people say OK here in rapid succession, they say: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. lol.

[nellasaur.livejournal.com]

I lol'd. I'm sorry.