Hello, readers. Look at your blog, now back to ours, now back to your blog, now back to ours. Sadly, yours isn’t ours but if you switched to the theme ChaoticSoul with 6 Widgets, yours could look like ours. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a blog that yours could be like. What’s in your hand, back at me. We have it, it’s an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your blog is awesome. I’m on a horse.
In all seriousness, I’d like to introduce myself under the name Han Sum. My last name is Veree, but in China, we call people by their last name first, so my name would be Veree Han Sum. But that’s okay. You can just call me Han.
Choco is one of my dear friends, and thanks to Choco, I was given the chance to be a guest writer for The Feathered Fan. I don’t really have a particular area of specialty – I merely plan to write about whatever comes my way. Much like Choco, I fully admire and respect Chinese culture and I’ve always wanted to find some way to convey my vast supply of trivial knowledge to the masses. Often, when we mention the word China or Chinese to outsiders, the first things that people usually think of is fried rice. I’m exaggerating a little bit but I’ve noticed that here in America, where a lot of cultures come together in a huge melting pot of diversity, a lot of stuff gets lost in the process. I have many friends who are only first generation Chinese-Americans yet they have a woefully inadequate knowledge about their own culture. This frustrates me because it’s our culture that helps define who we are and gives us a degree of uniqueness that can help separate us from others. Woe be the day that everyone is of the same culture. It’d be awfully boring, wouldn’t it?
I, for one, have such a strong attachment to Chinese culture because it’s what I’ve grown up on. I speak Chinese at home, I listen to Chinese music, I watch Chinese movies. Sadly, the number of Chinese Americans who know the Chinese language fluently is rapidly decreasing and I’m always fearful as to what’ll happen to our next generation. Will they completely forget about Chinese language and culture? While it seems unlikely that such an occurrence will happen, Chinese culture will almost definitely become vastly diluted when mixed the eclectic mixture which makes up America today. I’d really hate to see a culture so ancient and so rich so easily forgotten, and thus I will start writing about all I know so that the next person who reads this might understand a little more about Chinese culture.