Hello, shanzhai. Hello, Nckia

Last Sunday, I bumped into some of my friends from Côte d'Ivoire on the street, and they told me they were going to buy a cellphone. They told me they love Chinese cellphones, and many even bought them for their friends back home. I could not believe it. In the States, we would look askance at Chinese phones and wonder if they might explode in our hands. So I went along for the adventure and see if I could be of any help in the bargaining area.

I was surprised when we arrived in front of this little shop selling Sumsung, Samsang, Nckia, and other knock-off phones. My friend wanted to be able to watch TV, go online, use blue-tooth, use a touch screen, and insert two SIM cards into the phone. He got all of that for 560 rmb (talked down from a opening price of 800). I was pretty impressed that a cellphone had an antenna to receive local tv stations. The phone he got actually spelled Nokia right on the front, and only on one side of the box that it came with did it slip with a Nckia. It was a pretty darn good fake. I'll try to get a snapshot of the phone from my friend in a few days.

Little did I know, today, I read an article here in the NY Times precisely about the topic of "shanzhai" phones. Having seen and experienced them first hand, I have to say they are kinda cool. The tv option is really appealing, and so is the dual SIM card capability, not to mention the sweet price for all the features. However, I do fear the lack of safety checks governing these fakes, and it's rarely compatible with the U.S. cellular networks anyway.

I don't understand these people

I'm Chinese American. There are many aspects of Chinese culture that I sort of understand because of traditions passed down to me by my parents and grandparents, such as celebrating Chinese New Year, eating with chopsticks, rice porridge to cure a cold, taking tea without any sugar or milk, and treating teachers and elders with utmost respect. Yet, now that I am in China, I find Mainlanders to be incomprehensible.

1) Why does every friendship seem to have an ulterior motive, which in my case, usually is English help? Do Chinese people ever make friends for the sake of the simple pleasure of a person's company?
It seems that this semester, people have decided that their friendship with me has progressed enough to ask me for "favors," "bang yi ge mang." Suddenly, left and right, people are introducing me to their neighbor's son, their friend's friend's son, or asking me to help out at their prep school. They all "just" want to "be my friend." But in reality, they want me to help them with their English for free. Don't they ever think about other people's time? That people might have other things to do, or that if we English speakers helped all of our "friends," we'd be working 24/7, listening to painfully broken English ALL THE TIME. I wonder if, partly, it's because Chinese society is composed of very self-centered, me-driven people. There's so many people (again, the same old excuse that explains all problems in China), so everyone just cares about him/herself, what she/he wants and how to survive and reach one's objective, regardless of what happens to other people. They just care about their need, or in the case of mothers, their child's need to learn English; they don't care about our feelings or the fact that we might be tired or that we might want to learn Chinese. We foreigners might as well just be inflatable, talking dolls or machines.

I come back tired and coughing from almost 6 weeks of traveling, first thing this lady downstairs from my apartment asks is when I can go to her house for a meal. I say I'm tired, I have a cough, I have lots of laundry and cleaning up to do, maybe another day. She doesn't take no for an answer and finally gets me to go to her house. Surprise, surprise, her neighbor and her neighbor's son and the son's friend are there to "meet me" so they can practice their English. It' my vacation, for goodness sake! I'm sick and with a cough! I'm tired and worn out from travel, I have photos to upload and blogs to post. I have sleep to catch up on, and you all don't care and just want me to give free English lessons?! That is why I don't easily accept dinner invitations anymore. I recall a Chinese/cantonese saying that some meals are so hard to digest that the food passes painfully through the backbone; this was one of them. That lady still has the nerve now to keep asking me when I have time to go to her house again for a meal. I politely smile and say that I'm very busy. She doesn't get the message, or rather, refuses to listen. She asks why I'm busy, what I'm busy with. HELLO?! That's my personal business, we are not good enough friends for you to have the right to know. Yet, I politely tell her that I have to teach, prepare lessons, study Chinese, take practice tests for the HSK, train for marathon. Then she still asks me if I'm free Friday to go to her house (totally ignoring all I told her about being very busy),I say I have friends over for dinner, she asks what about Thursday, I say I also have plans. That kept her at bay for a little while, but I just don't know when she's gonna hound me again to go to her house to "eat a meal," with ulterior English-learning motives. It feels so dishonest and sly, like cheating my emotions and feelings. I put my heart into friendships, and they just want to use me. Friends in America are made for good company and fun times, not to be used for benefits. Friendships based on benefits are called transactions.

Earlier tonight, even an older student of mine asked me for "a favor." She wanted me to go to the school that she started and help give mock interviews in English to prospective MBA students. She called me right when I was eating dinner at 7pm, I hesitatingly agreed to help her out, and for almost two hours, I sat and listened to thirt-somethings speaking one at a time in really halting English. My eyes were getting crossed, I was losing focus and could only see the lips moving without any comprehension because it was so difficult to understand through their heavy accents. Goodness, I hope I don't get dragged into another one of these again. How can they get it past their conscience to ask mere acquaintances and ordinary friends to perform such big favors?

Also irksome is the way Chinese mothers here are so annoyingly overprotective. Sure, it's your only child, but an 18 year-old should be able to do everything by him/herself. They don't need mama to hover over and coddle them. They don't need their mothers to bother their friends' friends' friend's English teacher. College and graduate students should be even more self-reliant and independent. Goodness. Many of China's young people don't know how to think or do things for themselves because their mothers and teachers help them with everything.

A video from my trip, finally!

Yes, at last, after two months, I finally finished a short highlights video from my trip through Yunnan, Guizhou, and Guilin. It took me over 20 hours to edit 3 hours worth of clips into this 9 minute segment, and this is just the scenes from the road, not even of the sites. When I have time, I will post some of the best photos from the trip as well. I'm just so busy these days with preparing for the Hanyushuiping Test (aka HSK, which is the Chinese version of the Toefl), training for a half marathon at the Great Wall Marathon, teaching, and getting ready to go back to the U.S. But I know that the longer I wait to post my photos and blog about my experiences, the harder it will be to recall later on. Well, with no further ado, here is the long delayed trip video! (I used Vimeo because the video quality is much better than Youtube.)

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Southwest China by bus, train, boat, and bike from Nina Ngo on Vimeo.

Yunnan Delights and Mishaps

It's been a week since I arrived in Yunnan province. Today, we are leaving Dali and heading to the ancient town of Lijiang. The last week has been full of fun sights and crazy mishaps. Highlights of Kunming include visiting the beautiful and peaceful Stone Forest, yet being taken to four different shopping places by the tour guide. We ended up wasting a whole day from 8am to 6pm, yet only got to be in the Stone Forest itself for less than two hours.

In Kunming, I got to visit the Minority Village with 22 reconstructions of typical minority villages and houses. They also hire members of the minority to come here to dress in their traditional clothing and work as representatives of their culture. I was most impressed by the Miao Cristian cherch. I couldn't believe that inside Minority Village Themepark was a Cristian cherch with services on Sundays. I chatted with one of te Miao girls sitting doing embroidery, and she said that there's a small branch of the Miao that are entirely Cristian b/c of a missionary that went there in the 1880s. That's amazing.

While at the Minority Village, I also reflected on the social and cultural implications of a minority themepark. In America, we studied the racist "exhibitions" at the expos of 1892 and 1915, how Native Americans and chinese were cast as the "other," exotic objects to be viewed on passing, and tourists became voyeurs into their fabricated and fictionalized "local habitat." wasn't I doing the same thing by touring these minority villages, recreated for tourists with much prettier decorations than in the real villages? What about the poor girls and guys who leave their home villages and don't get to return home during New Year's b/c it's peak tourist season. They only get 12 days of leave a year and some don't return home for 2 or 3 years. Who allowed the Han majority to showcase and exhibit the minority cultures in such a gawdy, themepark way? are the minorities getting a cut of the profit from the themepark? Do they have a say in how their culture is presented? How could I have criticized the way Americans put the Chinese and the Native Americans on display when I am now enjoying a display of minority cultures in China? Is it not the same?

In Dali, I really loved the yellow fields of mustard flowers and terraced farming. All over, you see yellow and green fields, blue skies, and white Bai minority houses with their grey borders and curved eaves. The peasants wear conical hats while they work in the green staircases of their fields. The views are breathtaking and peaceful. They make you think that life can be very simple and beautiful. I also enjoyed the ancient, walled town of Dali (as opposed to the modern city of Dali, aka Xiaguan). Its narrow alleys and old buildings are so quaint and peaceful. This place reminds me of the little towns of southern Spain. The local colorful scarves, woven cloth, embroidered mats, and tie-dyed sheets are so beautiful and rich. Moreover, I found this really cool hostel for 80/night right in the Dali ancient town. It's just two floors and only has 6 rooms, but there's a sun terrace, free laundry and internet, a tv room, and great decorations from Tibet and local cultures. Everything is fabric-covered or wood paneled, adn there's this really homey, bohemian feel to the place. Even better, it's right across a cherch (gvt authorized one, of course). We're gonna visit today for sunday service.

Crazy mishaps: I left one of my bags on the bus from Kunming to Dali and didn't realize it until I got to my student's house, when my student asked me if I'd left anything. I had to ride all the way back to the bus station and ask many many people if they'd seen my bag or my bus or my driver. Apparently, there is no lost and found in China, there aren't even any signs to distinguish who are the officials at the bus station and who are the merchants. After about an hour of searching, I finally found my bag. The driver had seen it left in the overhead rack, put it with a woman at a little store, but didn't tell the lady it was a passenger's bag. So when I asked the woman before if she'd seen a bag like mine, she said no. But after I finally got a hold of the driver, he instructed me to go to the store and they had it, with all my shampoo, conditioner, clothes, and toiletries all in place.

On Levina's end (the Indonesian girl I'm travelling with), she missed her plane from Tianjin to Kunming. Then when she went by herself from Kunming to Dali, she was left behind at a gas station somewhere midway between the two cities. She had to stay at this place for a night and catch another bus to Dali the next day.

Christmas Eve

For Christmas Eve, I went with another foreign teacher Mr. Brown and some of my students to a government-approved Chinese church in TJ. I'll update this post with photos later, since I lent my camera to Mr. Brown for his last week in China.

I'd been here with Mr. Brown two times before in Sundays, but this was the first time I saw a church this crowded. People were sitting in the aisles, standing and crowding at the doorways, and I couldn't even get a seat. I was one of the lucky ones to get a cushion to sit on the floor, because we got there at 6:30pm for the 7pm service. Even at 6pm, all the seats were filled. Granted it's b/c of Christmas, but it's still impressive to see this many people in the house of the Father. It must have been what it was like over 2000 years ago, when JC went around teaching and healing, and it was so crowded that people even cut a hole in the roof to get to him.

I'm very surprised that four of my students were eager to come. Three of them had never been before and were quite interested and curious. Unbeknownst to me, the service was 3.5 hours long, from 7pm to 10:30pm. It was a long time to sit, listening to choral music and preaching. I wish they had a projector with the words so I could at least sing along, but often it was just the choir singing and the parishioners listening, not as much participation as in the States. The best part, I think, was the beginning when they had all the little children come up to sing. They were so cute, doing hand motions and everything. The speaker was also very heartwarming. He was this humble 82-year old man who had just had an operation, and would stop midway to sing us a song he loved. He spoke of his trust and his peace, how he did not fear death for it was simply returning to his home above. I loved the peace and serenity that filled his voice and persona.

Afterward, I went with two of my students for some shaokao, and got a chance to share how I came to know JC. When the clock struck midnight, we toasted and wished each other Merry Christmas over lamb kebabs. It was nice, kinda like Yorkside buffalo wings and garlic bread late at night in college; it really hits the spot.

More street foods in Tianjin

I've been meaning to post more about the local street foods, but I either forget to take pictures or forget to blog about the photos after I download them onto my computer. Here's a month's worth of foods I've meaning to write about:

Kettle Corn
Unlike the kettle corn cooked and sold in bathtub-sized cauldrons in farmer's markets all over California, the kettle corn in China is made in small batches. You buy a batch for 5 yuan, which gives you the equivalent of one large movie theater bucket. The popcorn is coated with sugar and strange combinations of flavors can be added, like chocolate, black sesame, melon, tangerine, and blueberry. It kind of reminds me of caramel corn.

There is a little stand across the street from my apartment building that sells this kettle-popped corn every day, 7 days a week. Across from this popcorn place is a stinky tofu stand, so every time I pass, I first get a sweet whiff of butter and sugar, followed by the pungent, sour smell of stinky tofu. I bet in 20 years, the smell of stinky tofu mixed with sweet popcorn will still transport me back to TUFE all over again.


Tong yuan
Recently, the fresh fruits and vegetables markets have some newcomers selling little white balls of floury dough. I immediately identified them as tong yuan, the little chewy balls of tapioca with various filling inside. However, I have never seen such a variety of fillings before. Back at home, my Dad just makes two kinds: the ones with a sweet and salty mung bean filling and little balls of dough with no filling at all. After much lobbying and begging, my Dad made some with red bean filling one year, but that was an exception not repeated the following year. So imagine my delight to find 10 different kinds of filling: black sesame, peanut, tangerine, strawberry, chocolate, cocoa, red bean, dates, pineapple, and mixed fruit. There are no distinguishing features to any of them, and they mix them all up in the same bag after your purchase, so eating tong yuan becomes like picking from a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.

Here's a pic of the tong yuan, which I ate with a dark brown sugar and ginger syrup--that's the way we eat it in our family. Apparently in Tianjin, the locals just boil the little balls and eat them straight, no sweet syrup, because the filling is sweet enough. I like mine with the ginger syrup though.




I know this post is supposed to be about "street" food, but I figured I'd just sneak in an amazing fruit in there. I love tropical fruit, and the pineapple is no exception. I love the tart and sweet flavor combination and the intensity of flavors. The pineapples in the States have gotten worse and worse each year, each batch more sour and bland than the next. Grocery stores all have these dark green pineapples that were picked too early and taste like lemons. Only in Hawaii can you get good, ripe, sweet pineapples. But in China, they have these smaller varieties that are very very sweet. I haven't had a sour pineapple here so far. Best of all, every supermarket peels and pits the pineapples for you free of charge. It's full service treatment! Here's the pineapple I carried home (in a plastic bag, of course)after all the cutting and peeling was done. Isn't it a beauty?


Last but not least is the famous Tianjin Kebabs (Shaokao). They are not famous in China, but every student and young person loves to eat it. Nothing hits the spot late at night like a good shaokao and beer. This kebab place is supposed to be one of the best in TJ and I went there with my Japanese, Mongolian, and Ivory Coast classmates from Chinese class. It was an unexpectedly long night because I thought we were only going to dinner and only later found out that they had plans for ktv and shaokao afterward as well. The lamb kebabs were indeed very good, and it was nice having the coal brickets right on the table to keep our skewers warm. At other places, you either freeze your head and butts off sitting over a coal roaster outside, or you eat meat that has cooled already since it left the grill. Shaokao is really good stuff, well worth the risks of diarrhea.

Skiing on the Bunny Slopes

I went skiing with some of my students from the university today. For a mere 80 yuan, we got a bus ride, ski rentals, and admission to a local man-made ski slope in nearby Ji county. It's such a weird experience to see brown, dry hillsides, and then suddenly see a patch of white with people skiing (or learning to ski). This patch of white is entirely man-made and very easy. It's a long, rolling gentle slope, so basically the entire ski area is just one big bunny slope. I think some of the Reno and Tahoe bunny slopes are even steeper than this.


It was pretty easy, since I have skied once before in college, and like riding a bike, the knowledge sort of stays with you. I wish there were something a little steeper, but nevertheless, I had a great time. I really like skiing; the feeling of freedom, flight and exhilaration as the wind brushes against your face is so amazing. Because these slopes in China were so easy and tame, we could do all sorts of things, like skiing down in a line, holding onto each other's waists.


Here are some pictures of my students learning to ski and on the way down.


There were long lines for the "ski lift" which is not a typical bench like at other ski resorts, but just a metal bar that you hold onto. You put the metal bar and its attached circular seat-like thing between your feet, remain standing, and the bar drags you and your skis up the hill. It's really more of a ski "drag" than a ski "lift." So rather than wait in line, I just snapped off my skis and walked uphill. Surprisingly, the ski "drag" was so slow that I passed a couple people just by walking. My friends stood in line, and after I'd walked up to the top and skied down, they were still in line for the lift.

Heartwarming dinner parties and hot pot

Two weeks ago, I invited my Chinese gal friends to come over and have a home-cooked meal made by yours truly. They really liked the meal of winter melon soup, stir-fried shrimp, stir-fried veggies, and slow-cooked pear soup for dessert. I am by no means a great cook (my father often refuses to eat what I cook because he thinks the lentils and curry dishes I cook look too much like poo), so I was very happy that they kept singing praises of my amateur efforts.

This week, these same friends invited me to hot pot. It just so happened that today was one of the coldest days in Tianjin so far, so it's perfect for hot pot! I love to eat this super easy, super delicious, and super healthy type of meal. My friend Berber bought a spicy soup base, mixed it with water, and added green onion and ginger for the broth. Apparently, that's the Tianjin way of eating it; in America, our hot pots at home usually just start out with a plain chicken broth, no spices or other ingredients. Here's a pic of my friends preparing the hot pot in their dorm room. Isn't it so cute and cozy, dorm room hot pot? :)

Then we ate boiled fish balls, seaweed, lamb slices, beef slices, mushrooms, tofu, crab sticks, and veggies for two hours. In TJ, they like to use a sesame paste dipping sauce, and I have to say, it's a quite sweet and tasty accompaniment to the meat, tofu and veggies.




After stuffing ourselves with hot pot, we had the pineapple meringue cake I'd made with the little toaster oven in our shared kitchen. That little oven has gotten a lot of use from me lately. I'm amazed how much I can make with a toaster oven: cookies, banana bread, pineapple cake, baked meringue. Granted, the quality isn't on par with the bigger ovens in America, but it's still quite good, and gives me a nice taste of home. I didn't photograph the cake b/c 1)I forgot, and 2)it really didn't look that photogenic. I initially made the pineapple cake, and it came out a little too brown to look very nice as it was, so I decided to frost it. I initially meant to make a butter cream-egg white frosting, but after unwrapping the stick of butter I bought two or three weeks ago, I saw a small moldy dot on one side, a red blob on another side, and I smelled a cheesy smell. Knowing the whole milk fiasco here, I decided to toss the whole thing away and just make a pure meringue frosting. I was nervous about the meringue b/c I don't have cream of tartar here, and most recipes call for it to help stabilize the egg whites. I found a recipe that used salt as a stabilizer, so I whipped and whipped with a fork (b/c I don't have a whisk here) until my arms got sore. Finally the egg whites formed soft peaks, and I added the sugar syrup and whipped over a double boiler, half cooking the frosting. Then I put some banana slices on the pineapple cake and frosted the whole thing with my frosting. Then baked the entire cake loaf. I garnished with some superfine grated coconut. If I had some chocolate, I would have melted it and drizzled it over for decoration. That would have been beautiful.

I was surprised and glad that my friends liked the cake so much. It was moist, and the soft meringue added a nice richness, but definitely not what I would consider a terrific dessert in American terms. Yet to Chinese, it's novel and yummy. The three girls managed to eat all of it (granted it was a small cake) and still raved about it even while washing the crumbs from the plate.

Where there's a will...

Senior year in college, I interviewed for a prestigious teaching in China program my college offered. I really wanted that fellowship because I wanted to live in China and felt called to come here. But either the timing wasn't right, or I didn't try hard enough to get here, but it took me three whole years to finally fulfill this dream. Lo and behold, the position I have here is much better-paying and much more suitable for me than the fellowship I so wanted to receive, although with less of the prestige attached. This just shows that there are many paths to get where one wants to be.

I thought that the fellowship program through my university was the most reliable and prestigious, so I relied on that one. When I was rejected, I became heartbroken and very sad. I gave up looking towards China, but that desire kept following me for three years. On my own, through Internet searches, I found a very good position here in Tianjin. So perhaps we don't always have to go through the brand name schools to get where we want to be, we just need to work hard and keep looking.

Food poisoning (Warning: Contains graphic descriptions. Readers are advised not to eat while reading.)

On Sunday, I ate at the Ganxun restaurant downstairs from my apartment. I and two other people went there after services on Sunday and had three dishes. One was a taro, sweet potato, grape tomato dish, one was a fried silky tofu dish covered with brown sauce and mixed with meat and shrimp, and one was a stir fried chicken and onion dish. After eating it, I felt uncomfortably stuffed and didn't have an appetite for dinner, but b/c I made dinner plans with friends already, I went anyway and ate bbq kebabs with them. I don't know if it was the lunch or the dinner that didn't sit right, but later on that night, I started having loose stool and feeling chills. The next day, Monday, was my busiest teaching day. I had to teach two classes in the morning, then rush to catch the bus to go to another university, then stay in the district for a few hours until my last evening class with another company. Since I was still suffering from uncontrollable, watery stool and I was out and about all day, I had such a hard time feeling weak, tired, and nervous that I would have an accident all over myself. It was terrible. I felt like I needed to fart all the time, but when I released the fart, watery stool came out, and sometimes you just can't control it and the stale air and foul water mixture just sputters out. (I warned you, it's graphic!) Because of this, I was afraid to eat all Monday long. Whatever water I drank came out of my butt as opposed to the urinary tract.

After I got home, around 9:30pm on Monday. I was relieved to be back with a clean bathroom accessible at any time, but I had to use it even more often. The entire night, I kept waking up, in total about 6 or 7 times throughout the night, to stumble towards the bathroom and let out watery poo. Then I would waddle sleepily back to bed and immediately fall back asleep again. Luckily, I only had one class to teach on Tuesday afternoon, so I stayed in bed resting until mid-morning. The loose stool still lingered, although not as strong as Monday, so I didn't eat much on Tuesday either. Wednesday, I had lunch and dinner plans with students, so I ventured to eat half a bowl of rice noodles for lunch at the student cafeteria and half a bowl of potato starch noodles for dinner. That sat a little bit better, but last night (wednesday night), my stool was also pretty watery, although not as bad as Monday. So today is day 4 of the food poisoning saga, I think I'll just eat a bowl of pork and veggie soup I made last week, since I don't know how clean the cafeteria food is. Best to avoid eating out.

Teaching frustrations

I've been teaching a lot more lately, and the long-term exposure to Chinese people trying to speak English has seeped into my subconsciousness. I had a dream the other night, and everyone was Chinese speaking heavily accented English. It's not the first time I've been influenced by the country I'm living in, when I was in Spain and Argentina, I dreamed of people speaking to me in Spanish. But here in China, I should be dreaming of people speaking to me in Chinese, not in broken English! I bet I hear more broken English these days b/c of all my classes and students than I hear Mandarin.

This also brings up an issue that's disturbed me lately. I sometimes feel a little used by my students and friends. It's terrible, but I often find myself wondering if a person wants to be my friend b/c she/he likes me as a person or b/c he just wants to practice English or get free English tutoring from me. I know I should be generous with my time, but I recently became a little upset when a student texted me wanting me to meet with him every week to help tutor him in English. First of all, he knew that I have other part-time teaching jobs, that I charge a lot for my time, and that I'm busy, yet he wanted me to meet one on one to help him with his English every week. I already listen to Chinese people speaking broken English for 6 hours a day, it's really tiring to sit there and wait while they stutter, pause, and try to think of the word. I'd rather they just say what they want to say in Chinese b/c I can understand them better that way. I wouldn't mind helping different students with a specific question, but his English is very very bad (making it especially tiring to listen to) and he sounded like he wanted private tutoring for free. In the end, I told him I was busy that week, but that I could meet him for lunch this coming week, no promises of other sessions though.

Doing the dishes - a litmus test

I've recently discovered a strange but very effective way of testing if a guy is considerate or not: Dishwashing.

Most guys will seem nice and kind in everyday conversation because we don't see them do anything. But it's their attitude towards chores and how they treat females that they are not interested in, that's when we see their real character, because after 20+ years of marriage and the motivating passion is gone, you need a guy whose character is solidly built.

I've recently had two opportunities to observe guys and how they approach dishwashing. One Chinese student of mine, after eating a dessert soup that I cooked and invited and another to enjoy, eagerly told me to sit down, he'll take care of it, and brought the used bowls and utensils to the sink, making like he was going to wash them. To my surprise and amusement, his whole act only consisted of bringing the bowls from the kitchen table to the sink 7 feet away and filling the stack of dirty bowls with some water from the faucet. He left the bowls there for me to wash. Gee, thanks. And the other Chinese student of mine didn't even offer to help. So both fail the litmus test of a considerate gentleman.

Today, I happened to be in the kitchen making breakfast when my British hallmate came in for breakfast too. He fixed up a bowl of oatmeal while I had my veggie soup, and we talked and chatted over breakfast. After I was done, I put my bowl in the sink, tossed away my trash, but just as I was about to wash my bowl, I realized that the trash can lid was malfunctioning (it's one of those step and open types), so I bent down, looked, and tried to fix it. After I fixed it, my hallmate had finished his meal and was washing his dish at the sink. I now had to wait for him to wash his bowl before I could wash mine. As I stood there, I thought, you know, a female hallmate would probably have just washed my bowl for me, since she was washing and had her hands wet anyway. It's a small and unnecessary gesture of kindness, but that's what I would do and that's what my female friends have done for me, and heck, it's what my brother-in-law does. But after my hallmate left and I started washing my bowl and spoon in the sink, I thought, yet another one has failed in the considerate man litmus test. I think I've only met two guys in my life who have been genuinely considerate, even to girls that aren't their girlfriends. A good Brother takes care of all his Sisters, not just his wife. I think when I find someone who passes the dishwashing litmus test, he'll be the one for me. :)

It's a small town after all.

I taught at my part-time job today, and at the end of my last adult oral English class, one of the students asked me if I taught at TUFE. I was surprised b/c I don't know him and I didn't tell my students which university I teach. I said yes, and he asked me if I know this guy Tang Tao, I was like, wow, I do, actually. It turns out this student of mine goes to TUFE and is a 3rd year Finance major just like my friend Tang Tao; they're classmates. But still, I was puzzled how he could know that I know Tang Tao. This student told me that he saw my photo on the internet! I was a little shocked and worried at first, but it seems he saw a group photo from our trip to Fragrant Mountain last month, which either Tang Tao or one of the other girls had posted on some blog or facebook-like site. So he recognized me. Still, it just shows that I have to be on my best behavior, I never know when someone I know or who knows someone I know will recognize me. My, it was bound to happen...I teach at so many places throughout Tianjin.

Remnants of Autumn on Campus

Although I gripe about the long 15 minute walk from my dorm to the classroom everyday, especially on cold frosty mornings, the walk also takes me past one of the prettier sections of campus. Unlike the modern cement covered section of the east campus, the older, west end of campus (where our dorm is) has treelined pathways and ivy-covered walls. There's a gentle disrepair about it that grows on you and makes it feel much more intimate and romantic than the glass and steel structures of the east end.

Comfort Fruit

Last Saturday, I taught the rowdy children at EF again and my day started extra early since they switched my afternoon classes to the morning. From 7:30am (b/c it's a 1 hour commute to EF) to 3:30pm, I was working in some manner or another. The kids' class requires the most preparation and also gives me the most grief. The parents complained about my being just a couple minutes late to class because I had mistaken the start time, since they switched up my classes. In turn, the tactless Chinese "liaison" had a "talk" with me about the right procedures for getting to class and how I should behave so as not to offend the parents. Obviously, she was using the Chinese way that she deals with employees on me. I'm not one of your docile, desperate Chinese employees willing to do anything for a meager 2000 yuan a month. I'm American and I don't take micromanagement, and I certainly won't put in extra time for free. She can take her "we expect our teachers to arrive here at least 30 minutes before the first class" b.s. and shove it. I don't know if it's a cultural barrier or b/c she thinks I look Chinese so I can be pushed more. So that tactless Chinese woman just annoys me a lot. She wasn't the one who interviewed or hired me. The Australian woman Janet was, but Janet's gone to Tibet, so I'm stuck with a micromanaging Chinese slave driver.

But why do I have a photo of a mangosteen for this post? Because the mangosteen completely cheered me up after a long and tiring day. After the 1 hour bus ride back to my university area, I went to the supermarket and splurged. I bought mangosteens for 14 yuan/500 grams. For 14 yuan, I only got about 4 or 5, but I was so excited to take those little purple baseballs home and crack open their juicy, luscious white interior. I still remember the first time I tried them in Vietnam, my cousin bought it for me and I had no idea what they were or how to eat them. She squeezed the red-black ball between her palms until the rind caved in and split to reveal the juicy wedges inside. The taste in your mouth is sweet and mild, with a hint of tartness. It's completely addictive and comforting. I've never had anything like it. So on my tiring, frustrating saturday, I decided to treat myself to this "queen of fruits." The moment I stepped through the door to my room, I immediately dropped my purse and groceries on the bed, tore open the plastic bag containing the mangosteens and cracked one with my palms. I plopped the smooth, cool slivers into my mouth and closed my eyes. It brought me back to the humid, sweaty, hot summers in Vietnam, and back to the carefree happiness of my college days. I felt better immediately. No prozac needed.
In fact, this photo was take after I'd already devoured two mangosteens. I realized that I should quickly document it before I eat them all. Really, these are my favorite fruit in the whole world. Give me a choice between this and chocolate, I'd choose a mangosteen.

Stressed

This week is really stressful because of the pressures of law school apps, a ton of really problematic resumes and cover letters to correct for my classes, and the need to prepare for my different part time classes. Mainly though, it's the apps that hang over me like an anvil around my neck and heart, draining me of energy and joy. I NEED to get them done, and yet they're so tedious and long.

On some days, Tianjin can be beautiful too.

Since I've been teaching at the university district, which is also near the Tianjin TV tower, I've gotten a glimpse of another, more developed part of TJ. Here are some pics from Tianjin University, one of the oldest universities in the city, on par with Nankai.
A short obelisk-like monument greets you at the main entrance of Tianjin University.

They also have a very pretty man-made lake in the center of campus. I think their lake is much prettier than TUFE's.

A cool art structure I saw in front of a kids' playground on the way to the Foreign Bookstore. It's a great combination of traditional Chinese culture with sculpture (it rhymes!).

Last but not least, a blue-sky framed view of the Tianjin TV tower.


Although TUFE (Tianjin University of Finance and Economics) is off in the outermost southern edge of town, bordering the rural farm fields and such, it has its beautiful moments. I came out of my Friday afternoon class last week utterly amazed at the sunset. I didn't think I could see skies like that in foggy TJ. I think the fall breeze really helps blow away the pollution.

Local friends

Time for another Tianjin life post. I haven't been posting recently b/c I've been pretty busy interviewing for part-time teaching jobs, and now, preparing lessons for those jobs. It's crazy, but I now teach at three different places near Nankai University and Tianjin University because none of the part time jobs offer me enough hours, only max 4 hours. But the pay is relatively good, and it's good experience in how to teach different sized classes and different levels. Most stressful is the Saturday afternoon 6-7year old beginner English class. The boys, being spoiled only children, are little monsters who scream, jump up and down, and can't sit still. After two hours, my ears are ringing from the constant high-pitched noise. I've decided that teaching adults is much much easier and more enjoyable.

Yet in the midst of my busy-ness, I've had some time on weekends to hang out with new Tianjin friends. This is the kind middle-aged couple I met on my trip to Taishan. They graciously took me under their wing, and invited me to their home for dinner two Sundays ago. It was so good of them! Aunt Tong made homemade potstickers, babao zhou (literally 8 treasures porridge, with red beans, dates, pumpkin, and other nutritious ingredients). She and her husband Uncle Wang also cooked some lovely seafood dishes. I also got to meet their daughter and son-in-law, and their big fluffy white dog WangWang. The dog is really quite beautiful, with such soft fur. Aunt Tong's daughter and son-in-law also took me to visit the famed Tianjin greenhouse and wholesale flower market as well as the pet market (where there are rows and rows of caged dogs howling and barking at you). Unfortunately, I forgot to take pictures there. I'm getting too settled into life here and forgetting to whip out the camera. :/ At the end of the night, Aunt Tong also prepared a whole bag of potstickers and 8 Treasure Porridge for me to bring home. It was so generous and sweet. The abundance of food lasted me for over a week.



Last Friday, I also went out to dinner and karaoke (KTV) with some Chinese friends from the university. They're all like 4 or 5 years younger than me, but when we're singing Jay Chou and S.H.E. songs together, the age difference doesn't show at all. It was pretty fun singing so many Chinese songs with Chinese people. They couldn't believe how many mandarin songs I knew. I guess I'm pretty well-acquainted with Chinese pop music after all.

I understand the coffee stains now

Back in college, my friends and I would often complain and laugh about TA's who returned our essays with coffee and food stains on them. We would speculate on what they were doing with our essays, and why they always came back dirty.

Today, I finally experienced it from the other end. I was reading some of my students' homework during dinner, when I splashed brown vinegar on one student's paper. Trying to multi-task, I was eating jiaozi (dumplings) while grading. One dumpling slipped from my chopsticks and fell into the little dish of red wine vinegar, causing a big splash all over a student's paper. I quickly wiped it up, but, like the coffee stains on our papers in college, they'll remain for the student to speculate what his teacher was doing to his work.

Halloween Party

The TUFE foreign teachers: Alex, Jim, and me.


For Halloween, I worked with another foreign teacher to throw a Halloween party for our students and friends. Unfortunately, because costumes are extremely come by in China, I was the only person who showed up at the party in costume. I arrived late by about 15 minutes, and already, many students had shown up. They were there playing beer pong. I entered the room, saw crowds gathered around two tables, spotted ping pong balls flying around, and groaned. I knew it must have been the suggestion of the frat boys from San Diego State. See their gangsta looks in the photo? Teaching my innocent students beer pong...

I was really surprised that the students were so prompt. Normally, Chinese people in America are fashionably late. "Asian time," we call it. You say 6pm and people show up at 7pm. Yet it seems that Tianjin folks are different. They were there and I, regretfully as the host, was late. When I came in and my students began to recognize me, they grew really excited and even wanted to take pictures with me. It was my five minutes of fame and movie star treatment. Really fun and hilarious and, of course, flattering. After about half an hour though, my jaw began to feel sore from all the smiling and grinning. I had a good time, and my students got a taste of American parties, for better or for worse.

Proud to be American

On Monday evening, I received my absentee ballot sent to me from the U.S. Words cannot describe the pride, joy, and awe I felt holding the envelope in my hands. I was afraid that it would not arrive in time, but it did! And my local registrar sent it by Air Mail to me all the way in China! Even though I'm miles and miles away, the government still protects my right as a citizen. It's willing to send the ballot to wherever I am, be it China or Africa. That's what I love about America. Our lives are worth more; our rights are protected (or at least there's a legal recourse if they're not); our voices ring loudly and are heard by the government.

I was particularly keen on voting this election because I want to be part of this historic moment. I want to look back years later and know that I made my voice known, I took part in the vote for the first black president or the first female vice-president in U.S. history. It is such a rare privilege to be able to live in a dem0cracy where there are free and, arguably, fair elections. I want to stand up and exercise that hard-earned right.

Yet I did not have much time to get the ballot back to the U.S. California voting laws dictate that the ballots must be received, not postmarked, by Nov. 4. I got the ballot Monday evening 10/27 and Wednesday 10/29 was the deadline to get the ballot to the U.S. embassy or FedEx drop-off location in Beijing. Because I had to teach, there was no time for me to go to Beijing by the Wednesday deadline. Still, I obtained the FedEx Air Mail slip and decided to go to Beijing today (Thursday) and see if the Embassy or FedEx will still take my ballot back to the U.S. even though the deadline has passed. I went to the Embassy, and the people there were immobile: the election deadline is over and there's nothing we can do for you now. I begged them to tell me what I could do, to find a way, and all they gave me was a phone number for FedEX, and that number didn't even work.

Luckily, I did some preparation on my own before, and found out the numbers of FedEx locations in Beijing. I called one and explained my situation. I wouldn't let the guy get off the phone until he told me some place I could go to talk to someone in person. :D This is China, where there is a will, there is a way.

The FedEx office building he told me to go to was within walking distance of the U.S. Embassy in LiangMaQiao, so I walked there. After convincing the receptionist to let me speak to the person in charge of the program, this director guy came out to help me. I told him my situation, how I came all the way from Tianjin to Beijing to submit my ballot, and how I was only 1 day past the deadline. He relented after much supplication, and he found some way via Hong Kong to get my ballot mailed to the U.S. for free. Because I didn't have a printer and was only able to save the Air Mail bill printout on my USB drive, he even used their printer to print the copies for me. That's how kind this staff at the FedEX in Beijing LiangMaQiao office was.

I still don't know for sure if my ballot will reach the U.S. in time because there is no more guarantee after the 10/29 China deadline, but I think so, or hope so. At least I left in ignorant bliss, believing that my vote would be counted. It also made me believe again in the kindness of strangers. I've encountered a few mean Chinese people who are rude or even try to take advantage of you beneath their smiles, but it's nice and refreshing to meet a stranger who'll go the extra miles to help someone in need.