Today I went to a super cute vegetarian restaurant in Guangzhou called “xintian” (“field of hearts”). Unfortunately, the staff member was having a really bad day. It’s always sad to witness how much people hate their work or their life (even for a day). Nonetheless, I thoroughly enjoyed the interior design (this pic) and the food, and I hope he feels better tomorrow.
I’ve met a couple of Chinese friends since coming back to China. Some of them I haven’t met for 6 years and some are new. The entrepreneurial spirit is really high right now, not surprising, China is changing at a whopping speed, crazy spend. For real you gotta come take a look before Chinese people can’t even recognize the place themselves, plus it’s getting pricier and pricier every year, a meal can easily cost $10+ now.
Aside from my admiration for the convenience of the daily cashless transactions (all with mobile apps; my friend counted with one hand the times he used cash in the past month), and for the solid infrastructure everywhere, two things really stood out to me:
1. People are so distracted from the present. There hasn’t been a single meal where everyone is present. At least 2-3 friends would spend a few minutes or more on a phone right at the table right in front of you EVERY SINGLE TIME, without saying anything. Not even an iota of guilt is traceable on their faces, so blatantly they would disappear into the digital world. No one finds it weird except me. There were moments when everyone was messaging/reading on their phones during a meal get-together, leaving me wondering if I should start a new conversation or start checking my phone as well.
2. No matter how entrepreneurial they are, buying a house/apt is still the No.1 thing. I often feel that technological advancement hasn’t changed people’s mindset at all. The rat race is just running in a better-built cage.
These are the observations in the past 5 days. Tomorrow I am heading to a dance conscious community in the mountains! Ready for new insights 🙂
It was a random afternoon in my 7th grade, I happened to be in the same room when someone played a pirated disc of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. I don’t remember where it was or with whom I watched it, but I remember this pirated movie had the most ridiculous subtitle that nothing in the story made sense to me. I walked out of the room wondering why on earth so many people were obsessed with Harry Potter!
A few days later, I walked into a bookstore and saw some Harry Potter books on the bestseller shelf. Remembering how bizarre the movie was, I decided to read a few pages just to understand what was really going on. There I was, two hours later, sitting on the floor and up to my neck in this book. Thus began my Harry Potter journey.
In the next a few days I finished the first five books and started what seemed to be an eternity of waiting for the 6th. On top of that, I had to wait for an additional 6-12 months for the book to be translated into Chinese! Oh how could I ever allow that to happen?! So after the English version came out, I spent my entire summer break plowing through the 600-page book at the speed of half an hour per page. So many times I flipped through the brick-sized Oxford English-Chinese dictionary only to find that Oxford also doesn’t know what words like Dungbomb and Wizengamot mean.
This may sound a bit crazy but, had I never come across Harry Potter, I wouldn’t have put as much effort into learning English, I wouldn’t have made the determination to live more internationally (because people didn’t cue up at 6 am at the local bookstore for HP 7, which to the 16-year-old me, was a powerful indicator of how “backward” this place was and that almost made me cry out of anger). Then I probably wouldn’t have left China for college, wouldn’t have spent five amazing years in the US, let alone living my current nomadic life. I also wouldn’t have written some of the poems, nor would I have done the amazing things I did and met the amazing friends I met. Maybe I would never meet you if I didn’t read Harry Potter.
Maya Angelou said:”Your legacy is every life you’ve touched.” I know my life was touched by HP and J.K.Rowling. It opened me up to a magic world that is still so palpable, it helped me understand that life itself is magical and love is the root. And that whether you believe you can or you cannot, you are both right.
I spent this past month in Cambodia, three weeks in Siem Reap and a few days in Battambang. My overall impression is: life is hard there. In these three posts, I will talk about the bad, the good, my thoughts, and some recommendations. Part One focuses on the history and my observations, Part Two the people and interesting experiences. Part Three is all about art!
In the first 20 years of my life in China, I had never spent more than two hours in a Buddhist temple. Yet, after five years in the US, one of the first things I wanted to do upon returning was to do an immerse myself in a monastery. The rise of Buddhism in the West has ignited my curiosity about this ancient practice. I wanted to take a closer look.
As I walked in the bustling train station amidst droves of people, a mixed feeling of both familiarity and unfamiliarity arose. Part of my senses became alive at the sound of the local dialects, and the other part just wanted to retreat into the serenity of the redwoods.
Despite the initial waves of counter-cultural shocks, I have been re-grounding myself in the Chinese soil. I reconnected with some high school friends, traveled to a few places, and even spent a week in a Buddhist monastery. My once neglected mother tongue got brushed up again. My tastebuds rejoiced in the heartwarming Chinese food. Even my upper respiratory system is staying strong in the smog (knock on wood).
Being away for five years means that both China and I have missed witnessing each other’s growth. Among all the changes I’ve noticed so far, three things stood out to me:
Earlier this year I did my first bike tour. Over the course of 11 weeks, I biked from the US-Mexican border to San Francisco, covering 600+ miles in distance and gaining 20000+ feet in elevation. It was the most rewarding trip I have ever done, so much so that even two months later I can still feel the purifying sensation it brought me. Read More »