Ten years.

It occurs to me, that, if I am serious about coming back to China, I need to learn Chinese. And not just learn, LEARN. Sigh. I'm setting myself a goal of 10 words per day. It's tough, but I need to be able to do it. . . . then assuming that I am able to fully stick to it, and, I actually remember, then, assuming that I already know 3,000 or so, in a year's time, I'll know enough to be considered literate. Add another year for all this to sink in, and by the time I graduate(end 2010), I should be fluent in Chinese. Is this merely wishful thinking? Hopefully not. I shall do my best. I mean, I'm smart right? I'm starting to think that that counts for less and less.

Oh, and the title? It takes 10 years for one to be a master at anything. How many do I have? around 4? 5? I mean, I would say that all my English skills I had at the age of 16 or 17. Thanks to Eng Lit. 10 years after I arrived in NZ. That is mad depressing. Waiting for my Chinese skills to mature cannot possibly take that long. I would say a lot of my education was wasted. So, 6 years? Time will tell I guess.

Am feeling more and more detached from my fellow PM mates. Don't care about going out clubbing anymore. Or fooding etc. Just want to travel the places I haven't been, read the stuff I've been assigned, and more if I have time, apply for interns etc. There isn't all that much time really. And I feel I should make the most of it instead of wasting it away. I think I've been doing OK at that so far.