Fri, 20 Mar 2009 21:32:32 +0700WeeblyTue, 16 Oct 2007 03:47:49 +0700http://krisinchina.weebly.com/1/post/2007/10/fascinated-by-a-fight.htmlLast night as I sat down at the restaurant below my apartment, I was absolutely fascinated as one of the women who works at the restaurant staged what can only be termed a hissy fit and began throwing tables and chairs around.

It probably sounds weird that I was so riveted, but generally, Chinese people remain very reserved and don't tend to react to anything, so to see some emotion - and strong emotion at that - was absolutely captivating.

Of course I couldn't understand what was being said, and pu tong hua (Mandarin) often sounds aggressive because it is a tonal language, but there was no mistaking the fact that this woman was upset.

It certainly made dinner last night entertaining, and not an evening I'll forget any time soon.

]]>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 08:12:10 +0700http://krisinchina.weebly.com/1/post/2007/10/does-anything-other-than-rice-or-noodles-exist.htmlSo, I've hit the wall.  I am so desperate for non-chinese food at the moment!  I'm sick of rice and noodles, noodles and rice.  It doesn't matter where you go, that's basically what your choices boil down to.

Sure, you can change what's going with the rice or noodles, but that doesn't change the fact that everything's beginning to taste the same.

What I wouldn't give for a pasta dish, or some grilled fish and a salad - and this from the girl who ordinarily won't eat salad.

Beginning to think that I won't make it to November, and my Hong Kong weekend.  I don't even care that compared to China, where you can get a meal for 10 rmb or under, I'll have to pay a minimum of 80 hkd.

Ah, to have the choice of greek, italian, thai, mexican and everything in between. 

I know that I should be grateful that I can afford to eat, when there's so many homeless people scrounging in the bins, but I just can't stop my craving for anything not Chinese! 

]]>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 00:03:34 +0700http://krisinchina.weebly.com/1/post/2007/10/first-post.htmlPoverty in China is everywhere you look.  But it’s funny what hits home sometimes.  Having been here for over 8 months now, it’s not that I don’t notice the homeless people looking through bins, or see as many as 20 people living in a one room apartment, I guess it’s just that I tune it out.

Today though, as I was walking down the street, I was struck, watching two girls racing along and giggling, red plastic bags flying behind them.  I guess I should be happy that they’re so industrious, and were able to make kites from something that was laying around.  Instead I felt sad though.

I’m sure that comes from originally being from the western world.  They didn’t seem to mind that they didn’t have a fancy kite, with ribbons flying from it.  They were just happy to be playing during the week’s break from school.

Maybe it is them who have it right – making do with what they’ve got and just enjoying the moment, rather than striving to be what everyone else expects from you.

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