The Long March - In 1934, Mao Zedong led the Chinese Communist Party on a massive military retreat to evade the pursuit of the Kuomintang army. The communists escaped in circling retreat to the north of the country, which ultimately covered some 8,000 km over 370 days. 71 years later, a particular Chairman Yao embarks on his 150-day tour of China and chonrincles his adventures in the Chink Chink Diaries.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

The Anti-social Me

I am doing a bit of self-reflection at the moment. No, I am not doing LTB all over again, but what transpired this 2 days got me thinking. Again.

I came back from watching 2 movies in school yesterday night. 16 degrees. Freezing. I was at the Movie Club screening - 2 amazing shows over 4 hours - Mystic River and Butterfly Effect. For once, I think I can take Ashton Kutcher seriously as an actor. But that's besides the point. The club charges 3 RMB for each entry, but they somehow missed me when I slipped into the lecture hall. Cool. I just saved 60 Sing cents. I am no giam, can. They missed me entering! But that's besides the point too.

Welcome to KB's world - a universe of unfocused thoughts. A junkyard of (mis)imgination. Apologies for the digression. Let's get back to my reflections.

The four of us went clubbing at a new club here in Tianjin. Scarlet was its name.

Ah, clubbing. The place where drinks are ridiculously over-priced. The music repulsively loud. The crowd disgustingly huge. Perfect combi. I was never a clubbing person and not about to convert, thank you very much. I went because I didn't want to ruin their mood. Give it a shot, Mr K, a (I think it was demonic, haha) voice spoke to me. FINE. I'll try. Sorry, it didn't work out. The drinks are ridiculously over-priced. The music was repulsively loud. The crowd was disgustingly huge.

So I sat at my own corner, blissfully sippy my Calsberg Chill and watched (not ver cleary in the smoky dark club) the Tianjin yuppies waltzing by. I AM NOT GONNA MOVE. NOT DANCING. I TURNED ON MY SCREENSAVER MODE. The 3 of them went to the dance floor, came back, tried to jio me, but hey, NO ONE MOVES KB ON HIS SCREENSAVER MODE. They could tell I was bored. I wasn't bored. I was just 无聊,or what the Chinese call 没意思. They offered to come home, saying the music was bad - which was, really. Sorry peeps, I think I ruined your night. I didn't really apologize. I didn't want to stop their partying prematurely - I hoped the music really sound bad to them.