Life As Seen Through a BBC

This blog is about me, my life, and what’s going through my mind currently. I’m a British Born Chinese and I’ll take my views on things. Just remember that and the First Post should explain a little.

Feel free to use that as a Q&A for me too, as well as this page, and also feel free to leave a comment anywhere.

Time to expand a little bit more.

Me on me

As exciting (but strange) as that sounds to me, I’ll move on.

Actually. Nobody knows about this blog. Not my mates, not my family. I don’t really have any intention of telling them, but if they find out, it’s not a huge deal. Does that make me weird?

But yeah, I’m 16. Awaiting results for GCSEs (UPDATE: Got my results, 6A*s, 2As and 2Bs, and still awaiting two more results). Should be continuing education (AS specifically) next year. Not really much to say now I think of it.

Well, I also think too much. To the extent that I almost have a running monologue going through my head, probably not unlike JD’s in Scrubs. I’m different. In my special way. To emphasise that fact just a little more, I actually reckon I have no soul, my morality died a long time ago and I’m slightly empty inside. I like to think I’m still human though.

Me on my heritage and family

I’m Chinese. The answer you’ve been dying to hear.

I’m a British Born Chinese (BBC), so I’m not quite that Chinese. My parents were born in Mauritius, that lovely little island you see in all the travel brochures. Their parents where born in Meixian, (Or Moiyen/Moiyan in Hakka), Guangdong Province in China. At least my grandfathers (both sides) move there, my grandmothers, I think, were born in Mauritius, but their parents leaving China.

None of my family speak Chinese (I’m learning..ish). Not that much, sparing 3, two Mandarin speakers, and one Hakka and Mandarin speaker. Their culture seems slightly hybrid as well, not quite properly Chinese, but Chinese enough. It’s weird. You’ll probably see what I mean as I go on.

I’m not quite the only one in my family to be born in the UK. A large amount of my cousins were born in Mauritius, a few are born in the UK, well, London. But everyone’s moved anyway, so my family tend to be dotted around the world.

Saying that I do come from an oddly cultured background, my language skills do slightly back it up: I can speak English, French (semi-fluently, but oral French seems too fast for me. Written is fine and I can usually read it), Mauritian Creole (which is actually strangely like Haitian Creole, but again, semi-fluently), basic Mandarin, a few Cantonese phrases, a few words (sparing) and possibly a sentence or two in Hakka and Japanese (my character recognition rate is awful, my spoken is much better than my reading and writing) and to top it all off, I can count to 3 in Hindi (that’s the one I’m most proud of).

Me on the UK

I don’t know why, but I do have some seeming vendetta against the British. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know. Enough to make me leave the country? I don’t know again. I have a love-hate relationship going on.

I was born in London, live in Wimbledon. I know Wimbledon fairly well, London mildly, the tube and stuff. Then again, it’s not hard to learn either.

Me on my interests

I’m not sure to put this in with the ‘Me’ bit at the top. But I guess it deserves it’s own topic.

My interests waiver far too much for my own liking. I had a interest in languages recently, but that slightly died. I still have an interest in languages, but it’s not as hardcore as back then. But the only way to truely impress me is to demostrate that you can actually speak more than 2 or more languages at a reasonable level (enough to get by minimum?). Singers, (some) performers, actors and the like don’t really impress me that much.

I don’t know really. The only constants in my interest are comedy, technology and TV. Oh, and comedians can impress me as well. People tend to say to me that I’m the kind of person they’d expect to be a film buff, thing is, I don’t actually watch that many films. I prefer to be a TV whore. I do watch TV more than I should.

Me on my future

Short term: Finish 6th form and sit A Levels.

Long term: Become a doctor (preferably a surgeon?). Then again, that decision may change.

Pipe dream: Be famous. (Heck, if Zac Efron can do it at 18/19…)

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This blog is still quite messy. I will be fixing things and moving stuff about from time to time and things may be edited from time to time. Just bare with me.