Have you ever encounter anyone think they know it all? Those friends behaved like a tyrant ever opinionated and uncompromising, regardless of the depth of knowledge on any particular subjects. Have you have one of two of those friends in your life?
I understand that American love to express their opinion, even at times brought upon themselves embarrassment, God forbid if anyone dare to take away their given right, there will be a long night.
This group of people seems to forget no matter where they are in the world; there is social etiquette need to be observed in a polite society? We often laugh at the British with the stiff upper lips, we express dismays towards the attitude of Asian, never willingly to express inner feelings. I do not know which is the better behavior. All I know is that we Americans often speak before we think, ever eager to express our opinion to anyone.
I remember as a schoolboy, I was taught to be humble, always listen and observe, never express opinion unless I was invited? Rather than being a blabbermouth like most of my friends especially gay friends. Instead restraint and control is a virtue should be practiced. Openly express our opinion with out any substances or fully understanding of a particular subject never project a very flattering images. It does not made one look any smarter rather it is just the opposite. The highly educated friends I knew seldom-openly express their thoughts uninvited and they never appear to be boring or unintelligent. Care to comments?
Sometimes friends took one step further to make their host the joke of the party. These acts only reflect one’s poor taste and lack of better upbringing. It is socially unacceptable. Your host may choose to ignore your advances, as any properly mannered hosts would have done. However if the limited is crosses, I suggest it is best to have this friend escorted off the party before further embarrassment brought upon them.
Here is my observation for the day. What is yours?
Chance Encounter NYC
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Foreign Accents
Came a cross an interesting article with a question recently, “ Why must a foreign accents always invite an inquisition?” Anyone care to comment?
Perhaps most Americans are naturally curious or just ignorant, a little arrogant even? We had our head buried in the sand for many decades, we do not know much about the rest of the world beyond the obvious tourist destinations.
These questions as I encountered often start with “ Where you from? “You have an interesting accent.” as if most American got A’s in their high school geography, they know the exact location of your homeland. So what is the point where I am from, while most can’t even pin point where my country located. What are your comments on that?
The other funny things were: These strangers always knew of some one’s or acquaintances from the region where I am from? Even though that part of the conversation is not totally pointless, nor would I care to know that the stranger’s in law of his great grandparent’s is from my homeland? Wake up, are we related? I hate to be rude, honestly, what did that had to do with where I immigrant from, or my accent anyway.
Some time, strangers will try to be nice to tell you that. “ Your English is really great. “ Are they kidding me? I did not get off the boat yesterday. I had been living in the US most of my adult life, and I work in a multi-national corporation. I hope that my conversational English skill is at least understandable, or at least slightly better than those foreign marketers you get on your mobile when you call for information.
You may ask why then you still have a foreign accent. Have you been to NY? You must have over heard a lot of foreign sounding passengers on the subway everyday. As a matter of fact many of them were native-born Americans, they include Italian, Puerto Rican, African, why did they have an accent. Have you ask then where they are from? Have you ever consider that was my own choosing as part of my identity, instead of sounded like just another American? After all majority of the English speaking world spoke with an English accent. NOT Americans.
May I suggest next time when you have the urge to ask the question, unless you are genuinely interested in knowing something on my home country? Don’t waste my time. Saying “How do you do?” in the office each morning without even stopping to chat is already bad enough. It is not a ritual. You do not have to do it. Care to comment?
Chance Encounter NYC.
Perhaps most Americans are naturally curious or just ignorant, a little arrogant even? We had our head buried in the sand for many decades, we do not know much about the rest of the world beyond the obvious tourist destinations.
These questions as I encountered often start with “ Where you from? “You have an interesting accent.” as if most American got A’s in their high school geography, they know the exact location of your homeland. So what is the point where I am from, while most can’t even pin point where my country located. What are your comments on that?
The other funny things were: These strangers always knew of some one’s or acquaintances from the region where I am from? Even though that part of the conversation is not totally pointless, nor would I care to know that the stranger’s in law of his great grandparent’s is from my homeland? Wake up, are we related? I hate to be rude, honestly, what did that had to do with where I immigrant from, or my accent anyway.
Some time, strangers will try to be nice to tell you that. “ Your English is really great. “ Are they kidding me? I did not get off the boat yesterday. I had been living in the US most of my adult life, and I work in a multi-national corporation. I hope that my conversational English skill is at least understandable, or at least slightly better than those foreign marketers you get on your mobile when you call for information.
You may ask why then you still have a foreign accent. Have you been to NY? You must have over heard a lot of foreign sounding passengers on the subway everyday. As a matter of fact many of them were native-born Americans, they include Italian, Puerto Rican, African, why did they have an accent. Have you ask then where they are from? Have you ever consider that was my own choosing as part of my identity, instead of sounded like just another American? After all majority of the English speaking world spoke with an English accent. NOT Americans.
May I suggest next time when you have the urge to ask the question, unless you are genuinely interested in knowing something on my home country? Don’t waste my time. Saying “How do you do?” in the office each morning without even stopping to chat is already bad enough. It is not a ritual. You do not have to do it. Care to comment?
Chance Encounter NYC.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Separation affects...
“The separations will either make the heart grow fonder, or not that is the subject of today’s blog”
This is an age-old question. Some one told me if I honestly believe in it, it would make me feel better, focus on the reunion rather than separation. I believe most people just wanted to say kind things to make you feel better, on an otherwise impossible situation to comfort someone. What could you say to some one who lost a love one, can possibly make them feel better. Perhaps a warm hug or firm hand sake some times do a better job than just words?
There is not a single easy way to deal with separation. I can’t even imagine families of our arm services when they have to wave good bye to their love one, not knowing if they will ever seen them again. Your heart feels like being tie to a boulder before being throw aboard, the helpless sinking feeling is so heavy, it is an out of body experience.
The evening I had to wave goodbye for the second time in 8 months, I can honestly say I am emotionally unconscious. It was a total back out. I wander the city streets afterward aimlessly for an unknown period of time. I saw people talking, but seem like they were speaking in different tongue. I did not know how I got home, but I did. Have you experience separation? Care to comments.
In the end, I am better equipped to deal with situation then most. For the last 5 days, I have been plunging myself into work, I had restarted my paintings that I had been neglected for almost 8 months. The result was interesting. I had one of the most violent canvases I ever created. The mood of the creation was wild and dark, the application of paint on canvas was restless, and the objects were heavily outlined, as if I am desperately trying to contain the existing shape and things subconsciously. May be this is a new period I am entering. Only time will tell.
A very personal Chance Encounter NYC
This is an age-old question. Some one told me if I honestly believe in it, it would make me feel better, focus on the reunion rather than separation. I believe most people just wanted to say kind things to make you feel better, on an otherwise impossible situation to comfort someone. What could you say to some one who lost a love one, can possibly make them feel better. Perhaps a warm hug or firm hand sake some times do a better job than just words?
There is not a single easy way to deal with separation. I can’t even imagine families of our arm services when they have to wave good bye to their love one, not knowing if they will ever seen them again. Your heart feels like being tie to a boulder before being throw aboard, the helpless sinking feeling is so heavy, it is an out of body experience.
The evening I had to wave goodbye for the second time in 8 months, I can honestly say I am emotionally unconscious. It was a total back out. I wander the city streets afterward aimlessly for an unknown period of time. I saw people talking, but seem like they were speaking in different tongue. I did not know how I got home, but I did. Have you experience separation? Care to comments.
In the end, I am better equipped to deal with situation then most. For the last 5 days, I have been plunging myself into work, I had restarted my paintings that I had been neglected for almost 8 months. The result was interesting. I had one of the most violent canvases I ever created. The mood of the creation was wild and dark, the application of paint on canvas was restless, and the objects were heavily outlined, as if I am desperately trying to contain the existing shape and things subconsciously. May be this is a new period I am entering. Only time will tell.
A very personal Chance Encounter NYC
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