Notes

Apparently, I’m that Asian who speaks broken English in front of people. But I was conscious about the potential outcome before I went on stage. I still do it. The Westerner is American in this case, still feeling good about saying “Nǐ hǎo.” Perhaps, there’s a slight chance that the American would probably be the one who should feel embarrassed right from the very beginning but has yet to realize.

I speak your language—despite badly—I wrote this post that you’re reading. I understand the Western ways of life by watching Netflix and countless YT videos. With decades of experience learning human biology from leggy hot blondies on PornHub. I speak Cantonese, an ancient dialect that long existed before your “country” was even there. I understand philosophy that rooted deep in the culture, like Filial Piety; there’s not even a word for that in the English language. Because it’s too complicated for the Western mind to even comprehend. And I believe I know of Western values, “individual freedom.” America