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11 febrero Always in my memoryOne of the biggest thing that happened since beginning of 2009 is that my 94 year old grandmother passed away on Jan 27, 2009. She is my father's mother. I am not as close to this grandma as to my other grandma (mother's mother) in SZ. But I always remember those good memories of hanging at my grandma's house in BaiDing (near Beijing). Almost every summer before I went to Junior high I was at grandma's with my cousins on my father side. Running around everywhere and eating all kinds of good food. I can never forget those amazing Zhajiang Noodles grandma made. Also that familiar smell of her house.
In Chinese saying, passing at after 90s is actually considered a "happy" funeral. Regardless, I still couldn't help to feel sad. Sad for how my dad must have felt. I can not imagine how that must have felt. I wish I was there to hug him really tight...
A couple of days later, dad called me and told me that he took my grandma's ash to see my grandpa's ash. Grandpa (father's father) is an old red army soilder. He died at an accident before my parents even got married, so my memory about him was just that 1 black and white picture in his uniform hanging on the wall of my grandma's living room. I only heard about things of him, how he was a very tough and starbon captain at the army. How he got shot in the head during the last war and the most famous doctor in China Dr. Bai Qiu En operated on him and said that it was a miracle that he lived. However, some parts of the bullet was left in him and that's how he got into the accident later. Grandpa had always slept in the red army memorial. So dad mixed some of Grandma's in Grandpa and vise versa so they could sleep together forever although they could not be in the same cemetary. awwwwwww... sad but very romantic...
I was planning on a trip to go with dad for a trip around grandma's house in March so we could visit her together and to celebrate my father's retirment. I guess now the visiting grandma party will be visitng the cemetary instead.
RIP grandma. I will always remember you. 09 febrero 2009 1st entryAfter loooooooooong time, I finally collected myself and decided that today is the day I start renewing my blog.
So much have happened in the past year and when I was reviewing what I had written, it really didn't do any justice to the things I did. Not interested in filling up the blank. I have been thinking to myself, why is it that I just wasn't interested in writing my own blog... it is not that I was soooooooooooo busy and just simply had no time. I guess truth was that I was not happy with where I was and then just didn't want to write about these things to remind myself how I was not satisfied with where I was. And the reason to update now is because I realize that everything I see something interesting or touching, I actually think the whole thing over in my head as if I was updating this blog. Then I suddently realized that no matter how I might be not happy with my currently situations or things around me in the past year, there were lots and lots of high point and perfect little moments. It is the up and downs that makes up life and it is those unhappy hard times that actually makes the perfect little moments more memoriable. I think the fact that I was writing and updating my blog wasn't for anyone to read really. But it was more for myself, more like my motivation to myself to remind myself the little details taht makes up life. And reading all the old old entries are simply relaxing...
So I should be doing this for myself. Writing something anything on this blog is a brain exercise to organize and conclude things that had happened. And merely by sitting here and writing about it, sometime make sense certian things or events that I just couldn't understand at the moment.
It has been 1 month and 9 days into 2009. I have travelled in Europe at the beginning of the year with my mother, Terence and my aunt. Lots of museum visiting and shopping in Italy and Europe. The high point was definatly see Rob in Europe although I actually met in back in Nov in NYC already, it was still different seeing Rob in his homeland. And eating pizza with him in Italy is just different. However, if I was asked whether it was more fun seeing Rob in Europe, or taking amazing picture with T at the spanish step, or visiting Ufizzi with my mother or buy 3 pairs of Tods shoes and 3 pairs of Ferragamo shoes within 30min is more fun, I can't answer that... all I have to say is, Europe is awesome and 10 days are way too short. However, if I go again next time, I would for sure go when it is warmer and bring a much much much biger suitcase...
Lunar New Year happened so early this year that it is almost unheard of. The last day of year of Rat was on my birthday. I was a littleannoyed that it is the same day as Lunar New Year's eve. After turning 30, birthdays are seriously no longer attractive to me. And the fact that my whole family was getting together to celebrate, I wasn't really looking forward. However, turns out my grandpa found out this year that we actually have our bday on the same day. Older Chinese people only celebrate their bday accroding to the Lunar calendar. Therefore, they birthdays are on a different day every year on the western calendar. So it turned out to be a family get together celebration for both his birthday and mine and of course my uncle who was born on Lunar New YEar's day and the year of OX. Karon got an amazing mango cake and my little nephews are running around happily and offering me kisses. It was a very warm and sweet celebration.
When it comes to the new year, new year's resolution comes hand in hand. To me. This year my biggest resolution is stop being SO LAZY! Well, it is kinda hard when we are not offically out of the Lunar new year celebration yet. With all the food to eat and people around me not offically going to work everyday.... but that's something I want to make change... so there! Although this is already late, I wish everyone a happy, healthy, productive 2009. 20 junio One day at the time...I had to tell my mother that I was temporaly taking care of Latte since she will be in SH next week to visit me. I didn't want to "suprise" her and I don't believe Latte would have found his new home by then yet. I expected her to be unhappy about it since she always thought too many pets is the reason T & I don't have a baby yet. But what didn't expect is that she just said "I can't believe this, I am so disappointed, I am really angry about this." then she just hang up on me. Frankly, I was more than hurt after she hang up. I thought I was doing this out of a good heart, I don't expect other people to understand but I do expect my mother to understand. She grow up with a mother who doesn't care much about pets and I knew that she always loved pets. Then after thinking about it more, I started to understand where she is coming from. Maybe she was mostly angry because she was worried about T & I being so tired from work has to spend more time on something else but ourselves.
I texted her and also called her after one day hoping that she would "get over it." The answer is still, very angry. This time she started talking about how I can bring troubles to the family. I guess I need more time to think why she is so angry. This is very frustrating. Way more than how I have to get up at 6 to walk the dogs and how I have to clean Latte's accident pee occasionally.
I guess i am just going to take this one day at the time and hope she will get over it. And for the time being, I hope someone with a big heart will take latte and give him a perminant home. Afterall, he is the cutest fur ball! I wish i could keep him! 19 junio Want a puppy?It has been almost half a year since I last updated. Seems like recently all my entries are starting with this same sentence. I should make it my half year resolution that I update this baby everyday.
What's new with my life? Way too much happening that it will take at least 6 months to update all events. But the most interesting thing is that we are having a temp new visitor at our home. He is a little puppy that probably run lost from his parents. I am not sure if I should keep him. He is barly 7 month old because he is still changing teeth. He is so adorable, like a little stuffed animal except he is way more than a hand full. Constantly humping KiKi or me. Pees every 6 hours or whenever he can not control it anymore. The funniest thing is that he hasn't even learned how to pee like a male dog with one leg up yet. KiKi is having the time of her life, finally having her own dog buddy and all. This little fur ball is like the new tumor on kiki's back. Not sure how KiKi can constantly tolerate someone keep trying to hump her... Xia Mi the new cat I am taking care of for Sarah and Tony is feeling very thretened. Constantly hasing and standing all the hair on his back up to try to make himself seem fatter whenever this little furball is around. BuBu being the oldest member of the house and have seen all these new members coming in just does not give a shit. She just sleeps at her favorate spot under the dinning table and never even bothered to open her eyes to see why there's so much noises these days. But terence and I are so tired. Aside from work, we gotta both walk the new puppy and KiKi then shower them... in short, I am not sure if we should keep him. So I am just taking temp care of this dog until we find someone who wants to adopt him. In about a week, he will get his shots then in 2 weeks, he will get his balls fixed so he will stop humping everyone. So please, anyone!!! If you think you are responsible enough to take on a new friend of your life, here's some pictures. Please email or call me if you are interested okay?
Name: Latte
Breed: Mixed of Golden Retriver + Giant Poodle +?
Age: 6-7 months
Color: Milky white and golden
Size: Possilbe 15-20kg
Hobby: Junk Food + female dogs and females 30 diciembre Happy 2008!Soyoung told me "don't get lazy, you should update your blog" during her visit here end of Nov. Almost a month later, I kept reminding myself and finally got time to come here check out my own blog. It has been almost 2 months since I wrote anything. I can't believe that time passes so fast. 2007 only has 1 and 1/2 day left. I had a busy end of the year, yet at times I felt like I didn't really do anything solid enough to justify keeping saying "I am busy."
The last 2 months of 2007 just flew by and seemed I spent a lot of time on the air plane travelling around. Went to SZ, Hong Kong, Beijing, Philippines and finally back to Shanghai. I am so sick of travelling yet I find myself already planning for next trip going aborad. When I was in Manila with Terence during Christmas, all I could think of was to get home. NOw that I am home facing the possibility to spend new years all by myself, i start to wonder if I should have gone somewhere for the NEw Year or maybe stayed in Manila longer... naaahhh... I like being at home by myself with Bubu and KiKi. I can just imagine how T felt when I left him here all along. Except I can't stand the fact that it is the weekend and my maid is not around and that the house is a mess. Maybe I am too used to my comfortable life in China already.
Right now I see piles of books and accounting records in front of me. Trying to finish some things I progrestinated as long as I could and finally caught up to me that I have to deal with it myself right before the new years. I can't really explain this "lonely" but "enjoyable" feeling. I just wish Shanghai is not so cold. I felt my eyes were coming off while walking KiKi 10 min ago. Kinda make me appreicate the hot sticky weather I was complaining about 2 days ago...
I don't know what I am trying to write. Maybe I came to realization that I am a bit depressed being by myself? Or just I needed something to wake me up? Just feel like I need to document my feelings and write something before 2008 comes. I think I mainly enjoy being by myself because it gives me time to think. 2008 will be a BIG year for me. Lots of resolutions and things I want to accomplish. But one thing at the time right? I want to finish understanding these accounting records in front of me. Then get my butt up and clean my apartment and enjoy the fruit of my own labor. Then, get my fat ass to the gym and run my heart out. I miss TKD, I miss exercising, too many excuses recently to eat bad and live lazy. Then maybe go to SPA and really try to enjoy the last couple of hours of 2007. That will be a good start right?
May everyone have a great New Year's eve and warm start of 2008. 31 octubre Happy Halloween!!!One way of knowing you are getting old (besides waking up in the morning feeling pain in your back or seeing the lines on your face takes longer and longer to fade) is giving candy instead of going "trick or treat on Halloween."
Saw some really cute little kids yesterady wearing little witch customs and holding miniture brooms and suddently hit me that I should get some candy just in case those kids will come n knock on our door. Then sure enough starting 7pm tonight Chinese kids, Japanese Kids and Korean Kids came in turns knocking on the door all with little pumpkin busket and cute custom screaming out of their lung "TRICK OR TREEEEEEEEEEEEEAT?". The cutest thing in the world. And after they go the candies, they all say "THAAANK YOU" then "BYE BYE KiKi." Looks like KiKi is really famous and popular among the kids. I can't help smiling and hoping more kids will come by.
It is good to feel "old" this way. EVERYONG HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! 07 septiembre what I did this summerI can not believe it is already the 1st weekend of Sept. Summer is offically over. My European friends all returned home after their summer holiday. Soyoung's half day fridays are ended too at Martha Stewart. All the kids at Madarine city are waking up as early as 7am to catch their school buses. Beginning of Sept. also marks our little family's one year annervesary migration from NYC. I still don't feel that I know SH so much, but seems like KiKi and BuBu are enjoying their new home now in SH. Terence seems happy being the busy professor. He still hates Wed. night when he struggles til late night to prepare for Thursday's morning class. Professor T, Jia yo!
I had a great summer tho.. reading Harry Potter's latest and last book, chilling at the pool in my apartment complex where probably all the expat in SH has been once, tennis with Jean, Jackey and Lee at 40C (my tennis shoes were melted!), all the good food together... I also went to 3 beaches in 3 different countries. I am still so tan from my last beach visit that it will probably last me til X'mas. :D
One thing that is most meaningful is that I posted for my first portrait. I went up to Beijing to meet with mom. She's been studying at BJ art University on how to paint professionally for almost a year now. She had a me dressed in my wedding gown and had her teacher Mr. Zhang paint me. Being a model for portait is really not easy. All I had to do was sit straight for 2 days but what a long 2 days!!! I can just imagine how hard it must be for those nude models posting. N the passion and heart I see in Mr. Zhang and mom when they paint... I just have so much more respects to all the artists now. Mr. Zhang told me that the portrait of me is a gift but when he has an exhibition, he will borrow it back. I will invite everyone I know to go see. But before the exhibition happens, let's see it first hand here. 25 agosto "Jason"Fridays are usually the one day of the week I don't need to worry about taxi in Shanghai after work because I usually work my Aunt's place which is really close to home. However, this Friday was an exception since I swapped it Helios. I originally planned to get off right around 7 so I can catch the subway to XTD to miss all the traffic and enjoy Pong's treat to that long promised NY style pizza. Right when I was dreaming about pizza and slash ice around 6pm, Pong called and cancelled. Normally I wouldn't care because going home and enjoy pizza in bed with a nice moive would be equally statisfying. Then again, because of my usual coaching schedules on Firday nights I have not had a Friday night out for a long time. My coachee is taking a full month off which means I finally get to enjoy a Friday night out in SH. I just wasn't ready to give that up. So I called Terence and we decided to do Karaoke night just the 2 of us. I stepped out of the office around 7:10 thinking I could probably get subway to meet T at Xiu Jia Hui area. Then after I got down to the subway, I realized that I was at the wrong line, and that I will have to take a longer detour to get to Xiu Jia Hui area. Taxi will still be the way to go. So I called T and told me that I might be a bit late and that he could try to get a room if he could manage the speaking part himself. My god! Either all the freaking people are out on Taxis on Friday nights or SH people are just too rich. I waited 30min walking around Zhong San park area and absolutly no taxi. All I see is another 20+ despriate either in front or behind me all trying to get a taxi. I can tell we were all eyeing each other a bit making sure we got our little territory covered so that if a taxi luckyed stop in front of our feet we could get in without the other person 5 meters away stealing it from us. Itis war!!! N being a old experienced long time customer of the taxis at the Zhong San park, I know the biggest secret in winningk this war. That is mobile. Just keep moving. And when ever a cab is coming your way, just run towards it, just because you are moving your momentom gives you the edge to move a bit faster than the ones standing still. Plus you also spot the taxis and be spotted easier by the taxis while moving. N the best spot is across from Carafour and across form teh #3 subway. Just works! Every single time!
However, this Friday, I picked up more than a quick taxi. Also a guy. About 3 min after standing on my usual lucky spot, I realized that today would be a lot harder than usual because I see at least 5 more "enemies" standing very close to my spott. And always right after I got to my spot, I saw a taxi stopped and this guy got kiocked out with what looked like 10 bags from Carrefour. I was thinking "poor guy, he looks like he is from out of town.... with that many bags at my spot, you will never get a taxi." Then after maybe another 5-10 min,this taxi seemed to driving towards my spott and dropping off cusotmers. From the corner of my eye, I see all my enemies around me moving towards the taxi. But proofs again my lucky spot is only lucky to me. The taxi basically stopped between me and that guy with all the plastic bags... Nothing personal, but I wasn't ready to give up the taxi and wait for god knows how long for another one. So I quickly moved to the back door. It is very clear now the taxi is mine. I was "uffufffufffffff"ing my heart. Don't care if those poeple around me were all cursing about me but I know on friday night in SH, that is what I need to do to get it. Then I heard someone say "are you shitting me? God! I can't... " It is that plastic guy... I don't know if it was because he had a bunch of bags in his hand or it was because he spoke Fluent English. I turned and asked him if he needed help. His face lit up as if he light. I had a quick 10 sec to decide what to do. Let him have it, go without him or take him... n the taxi driver was already asking "are you 2 together?". Then without much further thinking, I told that guy to get on. "We will share this one together." I said. Then after he got on I found out that he was going to Jingan Temple area which is really close to Zhong San Park and not too out of the way for me either. So we decided to drop him off first. After he got on the taxi with me I realized that he is a good looking ABC from seattle. Just got to SH couple days ago and going to Fudan in SH. He came all the way to Carrefour for shopping because he heard local markets dye fruites in China to make them more attractive. Can't blame a guy who wants to eat healthy. The poor guy waited for taxi for 2 hours. I think I would have totally and completly distroied his image about CHina if I just stole his taxi and left him there. The meter only skip once before we reached his distination. He didn't have any change and I didn't either so I offered to pay for his ride so I can get on n meet with T without further delay. The last thing he said to me was "thank you so much, if it weren't for you, I would still be back there. Your husband is a very lucky guy." After he got off the taxi, I just felt really good. Good because I helped someone, good because he gave me a really sweet compliment, and good because I think if I help someone like this, next time when I am in trouble someone would help me back. Then I realized that I didn't even get his name.
Aiyo... I could have at least introduct him to my single gal friends. Anyway, he looked like a "Jason" to me. Good luck to him for everything in SH. Must be tough to be in a country where you can bearly speak the language. But at least I shared him my secret in getting a taxi in ZAhong San Park on Friday nights in SH. N, if "Jason" meets me again randomly in SH, he can buy me a drink or take my single gal friends out for a date or intern at Helios for really cheap price to properly thank me. :D 02 agosto Simple HappineseToday I realized what it really means by SIMPLE is HAPPY.
I ususal help out at my Aunt's place one day per week. They work in the Real Estate business and an publicly traded company in SHSE. I have never worked in a publicly traded company before (well except my internship with walmart way back when). But I assume this company is very different people who work here are more relaxed than those of a publicly traded company I have imagined. Maybe because this is a real estate developer. Nothing should be rushed when you are building apartments people live in right? Anyway, my day here is usually mellow. I read legal documents and look through accounting related files... but today my afternoon here was enlightened by a little episode.
This lady who is actually helping me out with cutting price for my apartment renovation came to me with sort of secret happy smile on her face. She said "I made money on trading the company stock today." I was thinking right away, she's just in material purchase, how can she possibly have any "insider" info?? She then told me her "secret". She was just minding her own business yesterday afternoon then she over heard someone ordering extra 12 people of lunch for today. Then she thought to herself, "huh... so many people coming, it must be the board meeting revealing financial results. Our company sold pretty good apartments last period, the result has to be good. I need to buy our stock before they announce anything." So she bought what she could afford with her free money oand happily went home for the day. This morning, she wasn't in front of computer checking the stock price but she was at site making sure all material's correct and doing her job until someone called her and told her that the company stock 涨停板啦. (Chinese stock have a daily raise and drop limit which is +-10%, any fluctuation over 10% is disabled because the stock exchange stops trading the particula stock to prevent opportunist just playing daily trades). As soon as she heard her stock grew 10%, she sold them all. When she came back to the office trying to tell her friends how she made her 10% because she forsee the board meeting, her friends told her. "yeah, but the board meeting is next week and that 12 people additional lunch only means the company was getting 12 visitors who would have lunch in the company." It was just luck that made her the winner of this stock deal. Just so happened that there was a small slump in the market yesterday afternoon where everything was dropping, she caught it. And just so happened that all the stock came back up today due to yesterday's slump and it just so happened that my aunt's company stock is one of the few that came back strong with a 10% grow today.
The point of this whole story is tho not about how lucky she was but how simple she was. She told me that she doesn't deal with stock so often so she understands nothing about it. She made around 2K USD in 1 day which in the Chinese stock market these days is a very small gain. Some of my stocks doing well nowadays has that gain margin, but I never sell them because I belive my 2K USD gain could grow bigger and one day turn into 20K gain. It is people like us who gets greedy that doesn't get out fast enough. She bought everyone in the office chocolate and ice-cream. She couldn't help but smiling so big and said "I transferred my gain out in the bank right away to make sure I get to spend it." I just wanted to hug her when I heard this... She is just so happy because she is so simply satisfied.
I consently hear people say, "I could have made XXX more if I hadn't sell it out earilier. Damn" or "50% gain is nothing... most of the stock easily gain XX%." Myself included... but to compare the joy we felt and the joy I felt from this lady today, there is not comparison. Those who kept saying "I didn't make enough how a bitter face while this lady earned her 2K with the happest smile on her face. It is because she knows when is enough and what is enough and she is happy with simple little things. Maybe because it is her first time and next time she will shoot for the higher star too and suffer... who knows. But she lived the moment and so did everyone around her today. We were all happy for her. For me personally, I don't necessary envy her gain but her simple happinese. Little bit comes a long way and we should celebrate the simplest thing whenever we can. 20 julio HP HP HP HP!July 21st will the be date that the final Harry Potter book will be released. This is such a big deal for me because I am super die hard HP fan! Last book came out 2 summers ago and it was acutally released when I was on the plane going from US to HK. So the first thing after I got out of the airplane was to go to the 711 at airport and bought the book. This time, I booked my copy 1 month ago from the local foreign language book store. My US version book will come to my door tomorrow. Then I would have my full HP collection. And best of all, we are 12 hours ahead of east coast of US, which means I get to read it earilier? Can this be true?! KAKAKAKAKAKAKA!!!!
Can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait. This summer so far is totally awesome! AH BAG, HP book, HP movie, Transformer, tennis and swimming weekends. CAN'T WAIT! 19 julio chasing fashionI have to say I do never see myself as the type of gal that chase after fashion. In my mother's word, "you should learn after Karon!" My mama always think i put any kind of trash on myself and sometime even go out in pajama like clothing and walk on street. She thinks my fashion sense from living in the US for so long is not aceptable. N, she also added that "you are just lazy." Well, I actually don't have thing to say back to her because most part of what she says is true. My eye for fashion is werid in a sense because I get attracted to "cute" things rather than things that's fit for my age. But I am also proud that I seldomly go after expensive brand name stuff. To me, I rather spend my money on food over expensive cloth.
But recently I fall in love with this "I'm not a plastic bag" from Anya Hindmarch. It is basically a enviorement compaign that AH did to try to promote economic shopping bags over plastic bag. AH is from UK and they are kind of expensive (around 500USD or up) for a normal item they carry. But this bag is a one time thing they are actually selling it at around $15 USD per bag. They claim that they are selling the bag at COS to promote envioremental friendly product. It is a one time campaign and the result was overwelming. Mainly beacuse celeberity effect. Basically the bags come out in limited edition and numbers all over the world at different date. And they are usually sold out within 2 hours since store open. I actually had people line up for me in Hong Kong when the bag came out but we weren't even close in getting a peep of the bag. There are 100s of these bags being sold 50 times the price on ebay. I could really get one if I want for expensive price or forget about it. But my mind just stuck on this bag for some reason. I just know I need one and I need to get it the normal way. So I was following the news on when and where it is being sold all over the world. Tried to find people in that country who's close enough to want to line up for me and make sure I have a back up location in case one didn't work out. I have never worked so hard chasing fashionable things...
So the plan goes, Jul 18th, released in the tri-state area in NYC whole food stores. I convinced Soyoung to line up for me and I would buy her one bag too if she end up getting it. Then July 25th is my backup plan because it is being realsed in China. If Soyoung couldn't get it, I could line up myself in SH or have someone do it for me in BJ. But I know my chances only lies with Soyoung because I was told by the stores in China that they will only have 50 bags in SH. Knowing how cheap the labor is in China and how high the profit is to sell it online, I wouldn't be surprised that people pay 30 people to line up for them and get all the bags so they gain profits from reselling the bag right away around the corner of the original AH store. PEOPLE! GET THE POINT! Aside from the fact that this is a cute n cheap bag, the point of this is that it is enviornmental...
N, this morning i woke up to Soyoung's wonderful news. This girl started waiting in line since 6am in the morning for those bags and she got them!!!! CRAZY! BUT WONDERFUL! She originally said to me "when does the sale start...i can prepare to kick those white people's butt?? hah ah ah aa. you know me. i get what i want." The girl actually kept her promise! Woohoooo!
SO this is my little chasing fashion episode. Not too much physical hardwork but I lot of brain damage. (I think I spent too much time figurering out the "plan"). All thanks to all those that was patient enough to hear me complain about this, actually helped me line up, beat up other people in line and got the bags! Now just have to wait on my butt and wait for my baby to come in the mail. So I can draw a perfect full stop on this. Keeping my fingers crossed.
THANK YOU SOYOUNG! YOU ARE THE BEST! 11 julio Dan's Asia Trip #11 (Darjeeling to Delhi)Received on Nov 14th, 2006, Dan wrote:
"Hello from Delhi !
It is easy to lose one's sense of time in India . I have already been in India for over a month though it feels like yesterday that I walked across the border from Nepal . It takes time to travel in India and India takes her time in letting one travel. The word, 'punctuality', has all but vanished from my dictionary.
India is immense and extremely diverse; its diversity is so vast that people sometimes mistake me for an Indian because many Indian nationals in the northeastern states are East Asians. Religion is another indicator of India 's diversity. Although often described as a "Hindu country", India is the third largest Muslim country in the world (Muslims comprise 12.3% of India's population). Besides Hindus (82%) and Muslims, there are Christians ( 2.3%), Sikhs (1.9%), Buddhists (0.76%), Jains (0.4%) as well as smaller minorities like Parsees and Jews. Geographically, India spans from the Himalayan north to the tropical south, hosting a wide range of landscapes.
In such a country, generalization would be a mistake, but there are some commonalities that I have noticed as I traveled through the north. As Amartya Sen, the Nobel laureate for economics in 1998, mentions in the opening chapter of his book, The Argumentative Indian, Indians do like to talk. At any time of the day, there is bound to be a chai stall somewhere in town where people (mostly men) are excitedly discussing one thing or another. Oftentimes, the topic would be politics or the latest cricket match results.
Their interest will instantly shift onto you, the foreigner, if you happen to be sitting among them.
"Where you from?"
I get bored by this question, so I ask them to guess where I am from. They usually do not understand me the first time ("'Guess'? It's a country?"), but eventually get the idea. The fact that I speak English often throws them off (as everywhere else, the Japanese are known for their inability to speak English), but most of them get the right answer in two or three tries (I have received some interesting answers, though, like the Philippines – how many Filipinos come to India ?).
"Japani?" (Indians call us 'Japani' – like 'Nepali') I give them the Indian head tilt to let them know they got it right.
"But you speak very good English! Japani speak very little English. You live in London or America?" (Rather than ' England' or ' Britain', it is often ' London'.)
After this, the next question is almost always:
By this, they mean to ask how you feel about India . Given the significance of this question (it is a loaded question), I used to give rather elaborate answers, but I realized that I quickly lost the attention of my listeners. 99% of the time, they simply want to confirm that you are enjoying India , so an answer like: "I like India very much" suffices.
More often than not, these questions are simply precursor to their speech. After all, they started the conversation because they wanted to talk rather than listen. They will suggest places to visit, things to do, and tell you at length how great India is. More educated ones also lament on the poverty and the underdevelopment.
These conversations also reveal the nature of the person quite quickly. Speaking with various people, I have found that older men often tend to assert their authority when amongst other Indians or to attempt to display their vast (or so they believe) knowledge.
On the night train from Kolkata to Bodhgaya, a man in his sixties (I presumed) sitting across from me started a conversation:
"Where are you from?"
I did not want to be rude, so I did not respond with my usual challenge: "I am from Japan , sir." "Japan… Japan is very expensive, nah?" "Yes, it is certainly expensive compared to India ."
Then he proudly pulled out his Nokia phone and asked me:
It was a fairly basic mobile phone, so I answered:
He responded with a satisfied smile: "50 dollars! Ohhh, so expensive! This in India, 2,500 rupees!"
I had to confirm the price as it was higher than I had expected: "Two THOUSAND five hundred?"
He gave a resounding: "Yes!"
I tried to point out that 2,500 Indian rupees was a little more than 50 USD, but my voice was inaudible to him at this point. He had already started telling his fellow passengers how expensive mobile phones were in Japan. Indian old men often tend to lack the ability to listen to others or to never admit that they are in the wrong once they command the conversation.
He then turned backed to me and said: "See, this Nokia phone, made in China ! But Nokia phone in Japan , made in Japan . That's why so expensive!"
I tried to respond that this was not necessarily the case: "Well, I think some Nokia phones sold in Japan are probably made in China , too."
He looked at me blankly with disbelief. He could not believe, perhaps, that this young foreigner was disputing his knowledge. I tried to tell him again that the cost of such a phone in Japan was similar to what he mentioned earlier, but of course, he did not hear me. He had already started his next comment before I could finish my sentence.
"Your country makes good polyester."
This comment caught me off guard. Frankly, I did not know that my country of origin was famous for polyester, of all things… Not quite knowing how to react, I said: " Japan also makes good electronic products and good cars, sir."
But, again, he did not hear me. He was studying me carefully, and turned to his fellow passengers and said something in Bihari or Hindi with some English mixed in. The only words I could recognize were "totally India ".
He then turned back to me and pointed at my clothes: "All made in India !"
I unfortunately had to correct him again and this time, he let me finish my sentence: "Actually, this T-shirt is made in China , and maybe even these trousers, too." (I later checked and they were made in Vietnam .)
Perhaps the fact that I had been responding to him with contrary answers put him off, and he became rather defensive: " India is famous for textile!" "Oh yes, sir. Certainly. Your country produces excellent textile."
I then quickly tried to assuage his temper: " India also produces excellent software engineers, sir."
This worked:
Veracity of this statement is hard to prove or disprove, so I willingly smiled and gave him the Indian head wobble to express my agreement. He wobbled his head back with a big smile.
India impressions: - I recall being appalled at people littering in China and a few of the Southeast Asian countries, but Indians surpass all of them by far. Indians litter anything anywhere and they do not seem bothered at all by the amount of trash that piles up on streets. The availability of small packaged snacks and chewing tobacco as well as chai being sold in plastic cups add to the problem. - The concept of rubbish bin seems to be a fairly new one as it is extremely difficult to find one anywhere. Even hotel rooms often lack one. As a result, I strive not to produce rubbish and when I inevitably do, I keep it until I find a rubbish bin, which can take up to several days. - In addition to trash, there is dung of various animals (most prominently cows, but also goats and dogs are common) on practically every street. - People, including women and children, spit quite liberally, though never while eating (unlike in China ). - Drivers of various vehicles hit the horn constantly, and they are absolutely fearless. Whether they are on a highway or weaving through a heavily crowded narrow lane, they do not slow down unless they absolutely have to. When they do, they will simply not let go of their hand from the horn until they get clearance in their path. - Despite the sensory overload (it is an overused expression, but cannot be more appropriate in India ), one can find serenity in various places. I have seen some of the most magnificent sunrises and sunsets, and even a crowded city like Kolkata had some nice quiet spots. - For those who enjoy spices like I do, India is a food paradise. A 'thali' meal (set meal consisting of rice, chapatti – thin wheat bread, two vegetable curries and dhal) costs anywhere between 15 to 40 rupees ($0.20 to $0.90) and it is usually free refill. There are a variety of mouthwatering dishes available, of course, at proper restaurants, and some are reasonably priced. If you splurge (i.e ., spend more than $1, but less than $4), you can have some tasty chicken dishes (but you will not find 'chicken tikka masala' here unless you go to a touristy place). - Having said that, you do have to be prepared for stomach issues in India . I have had a few already, but as soon as I get better, I go back to my street-food-tasting habits. The vendors on the streets offer the best and cheapest food, so I cannot resist them. - Overcharging a tourist is extremely common, and most Indians have absolutely no shame in doing this. Their mentality is that since we come from wealthier countries, we should pay more than the locals. While I understand this, I do not enjoy being ripped off, so I manage to get the local price in most places. It often works better when I use a few Hindi words I have learnt and do not say anything else. Some of them probably assume that I am from the northeast or Nepal. - On average, most Indians speak at least two, often three languages. Their mother-tongue (language spoken in their state) and Hindi and/or English. - Though English is widely spoken, some people do not really speak it. It is never practical to ask a Yes/No question because chances are, a non-English speaker will simply wobble their head, which can mean: "Yes", "Maybe", or "I have no idea". Thus, asking a question like: "Is this the way to the station?" will get you nowhere. - Even when you find English speakers, you must always ask at least three people directions if you really want to get there. If you receive the same answer from at least two people, you have a better chance. Some people give you a completely incorrect answer with absolute confidence, especially old men. - For a week or so, I traveled with an Israeli girl named Dana, and found out that the experience for a female traveler in India is vastly different from men's. Indian men openly stare at foreign women with a clear sense of desire, and often make impolite comments. Some of them also grope women casually, I was told. I believe this has a lot to do with strict social conditions that condemn open sexuality and bar people from having romantic relationships. - Perhaps as a result, Indian men are extremely affectionate with each other. You see adult men holding each other's hands or putting an arm around the other's waist on the streets. They are not gay, though, as that is also a taboo. - India has, by far, the most Israeli tourists/backpackers of all the places I have visited. According to some Israeli friends I have made, most Israelis either come to India or go to South America when they finish their mandatory military service. There are also many young Koreans (perhaps they do the same as the Israelis) and a fair number of Japanese (though the Japani tend to stick to the common path – Kolkata, Bodhgaya, Varanasi , Agra and Delhi ). - By the way, can anyone (whoever read this far...) tell me another country besides Israel for which the English language uses an "i" to indicate the people of that country ("Israeli" rather than "Israelian", "Israelish", or "Israelese")? I personally like adding an "i", so I always tell people: "I am Japani" here in India .
dan"
touched I have been planning on writing a new blog entry for the longest time... there were so many things I wanted to write about. My Hawaiian trip, fun things I did with Sophie in the U.S. Things I learnt at work, my daily interesting observations about SH, myself... new things I'm learning everyday... so so so so so many things I want to write but at the same time nothing was important enough to give me enough feelings to come here and write about it right away.
I was surfing online looking for things and decided to check out Yvette's website for her baby Morgan. http://www.lousprecious.com Then I realized that she actually kept a little diary about her pragnancy and raising baby. Although there was only couple entries but I was really touched with her writing. She was saying how when she first found out she was pregnant with 2 lines on the pragnancy tests til having a little bump til the first "meeting" with the baby via utra sound til the baby's moving inside her and their little talks to the baby. So much love and hope... I almost felt Yvette grown up and really became a mother rather than the Yvette I know who is into shopping and girly chats.
Then my other friend HongHOng also gave birth recently. She called her baby "arrival of an angel". SUch love and expectation again...
Seems like most of my friends around me are having one or just had one. Well, congratulations to all the mothers around me. I know it is not easy being mothers. Especially young monthers. Keep writing those blogs and updating those albumns so I can keep learning. :)
03 julio so freaking careless part IIBecause of my wrong email our vendor actually confirmed that he was frauded by his employee. I am not sure if he found out because my email or he already did and just got more confirmation because of my email.
I actually felt more bad afterwards. All that training I got from auditing was suppose to raise red flags all over the place. But I didn't really speak up my thoughts and decided to let the majority rule. Although there was not really a lost on our side, i felt that I could have done something to stop some lost on our vendor's side. And the worst of all was that this could have put our company in danger too... I should go back to accounting 101. Internal control all over again... 29 junio WHY am I so freaking careless?!I don't know why I am so careless all the time. So careless that I want to smack myself on the back of my head. Not the mention the small things at home, I tought I left the door open but I locked it. I forgot where I put my check books... etc etc...even at work...
For example, I meant to write this "internal" letter about a vendor to Jean. N, the reason it is meant to be internal is because I wanted to complain and talk "shXt" about them...So the letter was strong and I used all the language I wanted to use to make myself feel comfortable. So even the F word was in it. Then Jean wrote me back and told me that I cced the vendor by accidient. WHAT?! How can I be so DUMB?! Doesn't matter how much the vendor might have deserved what I said, it is still suppose to be dealt with in a professional mannor... And no matter what, it is not acceptable for me to have this kind of accident happen. I am just so pissed and upset about myself.
But what's done's done. I can't take the email back and I will have to see what the vendor write back.... so not looking forward... so I decided to write this here as a warning to myself. Please Christina!!! No more of these... BE CAREFUL, check, recheck and CHECK again before you do anything!!! 10 junio Dan's Asia Trip #10 (Amazing Nepal)On Oct 13th, 2006, Dan wrote:
"Namaste from Kolkata (formerly Calcutta)!
At last, I have arrived in India. What was supposed to be a two-week trip in Nepal turned into a five-week sojourn with the most unique and enjoyable experience of my trip thus far. I got to spend nearly three weeks in rural Nepal with a local family, and participated in the biggest Hindu festival in Nepal, Dashain (pronounced 'das-heine'), as an adopted son. Prior to this amazing experience, I trekked for seven days in the Annapurna mountain range, which includes Annapurna I with the altitude of 8,090m (26,697ft). I only got as high as 4,130m (13,629ft) to the Annapurna Base Camp, but the trek was an exhausting, yet immensely gratifying experience. The grand vistas of terraced rice paddies and the Annapurna mountain range were breathtaking and well worth the effort. Aside from the gorgeous landscape of Nepal, meeting local people has been the most rewarding aspect of this trip. I have been traveling by myself since Mahipal left for home nearly a month ago, and going solo has made me more open to making friends with locals. On a day hike around a small town of Dhulikhel, I encountered three secondary school students, a boy and two girls, on their way home after school. None of them spoke much English, but they were eager to communicate with me. Conversations went like this: "What is your happy country name?" I had already told her where I was from, so I was a bit perplexed as to what she was asking. "Well, I am from Japan, but you know that already…" She then emphatically replied: "Japan! My happy country name Japan also!" At this point, I realized that she was asking for my favorite country – happy country – so I told her: "My happy country name is Nepal!" Upon hearing this, all three of them beamed and excitedly talked to each other in Nepali. The boy and one of the girls were boarding students, and the boy invited me to his room to rest. They gave me chiya (milk tea – equivalent of Indian chai), and we sat around talking, or at least trying to talk, for a while. The kids in the neighborhood were overjoyed to see a foreigner, and they peaked into the room through the windows (the windows in rural Nepal are just openings on the walls with metal bars and wooden panel doors). After an hour or so, I started to get ready to head back, and they pleaded me to stay for the night. I unfortunately had to decline as I was coming down with a severe cold and felt that I needed a quiet night to recover. One of the girls said to me: "Oh… You leave now? I think you no like our house! You think our house too simple!" And I could see her eyes welling up. I assured her that that was not the case, and stayed for a few more hours. They kept asking me: "What is your feeling? What is your feeling Nepali people?" I told them that I enjoyed spending time with them, which gave them another chance to plead: "So … you stay here tonight?" After I assured them for the twentieth time that I liked them and that I had a good time, they walked me to the nearest main road 30 minutes away, and I hopped on the local bus. Had I been in good health, I would have stayed that day, but alas, I would get another chance to stay in a Nepalese village. On the bus ride from Kathmandu to the eastern border town of Kakarvitta, I sat next to a college student named Nasim who spoke English well, though with a strong accent. We became instant friends, as things go in the subcontinent, and he promptly invited me to his village. This time, I was ready to accept the offer, so happily got off the bus with Nasim after a torturous 18-hour overnight bus ride (3-hour delay in departure, extremely bumpy roads that made my behind sore, and loud music until 3 in the morning). Nasim told me that we would first stop at his cousins' house. Awaiting us were three beautiful girls, Neelam, Punam and Anupa. Although their living conditions are far from luxurious, they served me more food than I could eat and kept asking me if I needed anything more. I would learn that this was typical Nepali hospitality. The adorably cute yet feisty 11-year-old Anupa became friendly once she got over her initial shyness, and wanted to teach me Nepali words. After going on an errand to get a cup of milk from a neighbor, she held out the cup and shouted at me: "Dood-h!" "Dude? Are you calling me a dude?" "Dood-h!!" (much louder this time) "Ok … dude, but where did you learn that word anyway?" "Not!!! 'dudha'! It mean 'milk'!" As she yelled out various other Nepali words, I learned that this was her teaching style. "Da-hi! Caud!" "Dahi… Card?" "Not!! Dahi! It mean caud!" "Card?" "Nootttt!!! Caud! Like milk!" "Ah, 'curd'! Dahi?" "Yaah! Dahi!" "Ma-hi! (with a nasal 'ma') Mmm, this word not exist in English… It is caud with water!" "Ok. Ma-hi. Curd with water." "Yaah! What mean 'milk'?" "Dude! I mean, 'dudha'!" "Yes!" In return for her Nepali lessons, I helped with her math studies as she was preparing for an exam. Whenever she quizzed me on Nepali words, I would retort with: "Give me a prime number!" After visiting the cousins, we started off for Nasim's house in the village, 17 km away from the main road. Nasim's village, Khudunabari, is a remote place filled with beautiful rice paddies, coconut and banana trees, and of course, numerous cows. There is no running water, so people use tube-wells for water. Electricity reached the village two years ago, thanks to the nearby Bhutanese Refugee Camp administered by UNHCR, but it is extremely unreliable. There are at least two to three power cuts on a daily basis, and more on rainy days. Nasim's father often told me with a bitter face: "Our village is very backward." Despite such conditions, I felt at home and extremely comfortable as the family took care of me with a warm heart. I was only planning on staying for a few nights, but Nasim and his elder brother Asim pleaded me to stay through the Hindu festival of Dashain (known as Durga Puja in India), so I decided to stay. I became accustomed to the daily routine of the village, and it was good to settle in one place for more than one week for the first time in five months. Initially, I was a guest, and as such, I was always the first one to eat the meals, even before the father (or Uncle, as I call him now) had his food. The mother (or Aunty) would always serve me more than I could eat, and I quickly learnt the word 'pugyu' to say 'enough'. Within a week, Uncle and Aunty started to tell me that I was a member of the family now; Uncle with his broken English, and Aunty with her beaming smile (she did not speak a word of English). Uncle would eat with me and tell me that he liked products from Japan, like watches (he had a 10-year-old Citizen watch) and radios (he affectionately showed me his 15-year-old National – former name for Panasonic – radio). Then he emphasized: "And I also like Japanese men!" Desis (people from the subcontinent) are a rather emotional people, and they openly let you know when they like you. The Dashain festival involved a lot of slaughtering of animals. First a chicken, then a duck (both of which had their hearts and lungs taken out immediately after being beheaded), and finally a goat, in successive days. The chicken and the duck meat only lasted for a day, but the goat meat was cooked in various ways and served for several days, by the end of which I was craving the usual vegetable curries. The climax of the festival came at the auspicious time of 9.51 am on the fifth day when the elder members of the family put tikka (red color powder mixed with rice and curd) on the younger members. Uncle gave me a Nepalese 'topi' (hat that older men wear in Nepal) and, along with Aunty, put loads of tikka on my forehead. I kept postponing my departure from the village as it was rather difficult to leave with so much emotion thrown at me. Nasim would come up with various reasons why I should stay: "My mother says she will be very very lonely if you leave, yaah. She likes you so much!" Or: "We have relatives in India, yaah, and we know everything about India! It is a very dangerous place!" His brother, Asim, would say: "You should stay for Tihar (equivalent of Diwali, a popular Hindu festival). It will be mmaxximum joy! Tihar is even more enjoyable than Dashain!" As much as I would have enjoyed staying, I was also starting to feel anxious to travel again. Village life was nice and relaxing, but it was time to move on. After all, I stayed at the village for nearly three weeks, and I have enough stories to write a book already… Before I began my trip back in May, I had planned on finishing the trip right about now – my original flight had me leaving Mumbai three days ago. My plans have changed significantly, and I now plan on spending four months in India. It is a big country and even four months will not be enough, but it will be a start. Enjoy the two albums from Nepal! dan" 03 junio Dan's Asia trip #9 (Indo in Asia)I can't believe that I skept who May without writing anything on my blog... this is very bad... the longest I have gone without writing anything on this baby... let me start by continuing with Dan's trip.
This was received 9/12/2006 named "Indo in Asia".
"Namaste from Kathmandu!
I have just finished my 7-day trek to the Annapurna Base Camp (altitude 4,130 m – 13,603 ft) in the Himalayas, and have arrived safely in Kathmandu after a stormy 10-hour bus ride. There is so much to write about Nepal already, but my report on this Himalayan kingdom-turned-republic will come later. Before arriving in Nepal, I spent nearly three weeks in Indonesia only to get a glimpse of the fourth largest nation in the world (population 225.3 million) and to visit just four of the 17,508 islands that form the archipelago: Java, Bali, Lombok, and Gili Air. Indonesia has an abundance of natural beauty: lush greenery and colorful flowers, terraced rice paddies against a backdrop of volcanoes, tea plantations on hillsides, turquoise water surrounding the small islands, serene sunrises over the morning mist and picture-perfect sunsets. The sceneries throughout Indonesia were some of the most memorable in Southeast Asia and I hope you will enjoy my photos. While I truly enjoyed the tropical surroundings in Indonesia, it was not necessarily easy to travel since it was practically impossible to get a fair price on practically anything as a foreigner. Whenever we needed to take a public 'bemo' (shared minibus for short distant trips), we had to brace ourselves for a tough round of negotiation. For a trip covering less than 5 km, the locals would pay 1,000 rupiah (approximately 0.10 USD), no questions asked. For us foreigners, the driver would shamelessly ask for 10,000 rupiah per person, sometimes even 20,000 rupiah. We generally managed to get the price down to 2,000 rupiah, still double the local price, which we did not mind paying. We did have an advantage, though, which was that Indonesians often incorrectly assumed that Mahipal was from Indonesia or Malaysia after a glance (but there was no chance that they would take me as a local even with my darkened skin color since they are so used to seeing Japanese tourists). Upon noticing this, we employed the tactic of splitting the prices between Mahipal and me disproportionately to bring down the overall cost. In their confused state of not being able to figure out why this brown-skinned, Indonesian looking fellow did not speak their language, the drivers often conceded to giving him the local price while charging me more. Indonesia impressions and happenings: - Jakarta is a metropolis with skyscrapers, high-rise apartment buildings, modern shopping malls, and large SUVs filling the jam-packed streets. Despite the size of the city, Jakarta lacks an efficient public transportation system; the "busway" is a fair attempt, but the atrocious traffic severely impairs its flow of service. - We were fortunate to have an Indonesian friend, Doddy, who took us around in his car (with a private driver!) to various parts of the city. Thanks to Pa Doddy (Indonesians use 'Pa' when addressing men with respect – equivalent of 'Sir' or 'Mr.') who is a young entrepreneur managing a software business, we got to eat out at some of the finest restaurants and to peak into Jakarta's nightlife. - On one of my excursions, I visited an active volcano, which was fiercely fuming through sulfur-covered openings. When we arrived at the crater, the tour guide informed us with an awkward smile that the volcano last erupted in November, 2004, as if to remind us that it may erupt any time. As my fellow visitors and I returned equally awkward smiles, he quickly reassured us that we were safe since the nearby research center carefully and constantly monitored the volcano's activity. Fortunately, I did not feel a single earthquake nor was I caught in a tsunami during my stay in Indonesia. - All Indonesian cigarettes contain a fair amount of cloves, which has an alluring sweet scent. Since almost every Indonesian man smokes these cigarettes, the scent of cloves permeates the air in many places. I succumbed to the lure and smoked a fair number of them, but dropped the habit as soon as I left Indonesia. - Just like in all the countries that we have traveled through so far, Indonesians have a specific term to refer to foreigners: 'bule' (pronounced "boo-leh"). Whenever locals were saying "… bule …, bule …", we knew that they were talking about us, most likely in unfavorable terms perhaps because we refused to pay the foreigner price for public transportation. - Indonesia is certainly suffering from the lull in tourism due to the recent natural disasters and bombings. August was supposed to be the high season in Indonesia, but there were many empty rooms in highly touristy areas. - The number of touts at tourist locations is overwhelming in Indonesia, by far the most we have seen in Southeast Asia. They would all invariably approach me rather than Mahipal because they quickly recognized that I was from that rich country, which once invaded their homeland. I got so tired of hearing: "You, Japan? Konnichiwa!" When I replied to them in English saying I did not want to buy anything, they would all reply with a shocked face: "You no Japanese! Your English too good!" It is a sad truth that the average Indonesian tout speaks more English than the average college-educated Japanese. - Some of the touts can be extremely suave and persuasive without being pushy. Both Mahipal and I were conned into buying expensive 'batik' paintings (dyed cloth paintings) after a tout who called himself Augus spent a significant amount of time showing us around Yogyakarta. We only realized our stupidity after we saw the same exact painting that Mahipal had purchased being sold for a tenth of the price in a different gallery the next day. When we tried to track down Augus to try to return the paintings, every local with whom Augus had been chatting the day before replied: "Augus? Who is Augus?" He was nowhere to be found, and none of the locals offered any help. It turned out that it was a well-known scam, and we had been hypnotized by "Augus". Although this experience left an extremely sour taste, we were fortunate that the only damage was on our bank accounts rather than on ourselves. - On the island of Bali, which remains predominantly Hindu while the rest of Indonesia is mostly Muslim, we quickly noticed something funny about people's names. After meeting ten different men, we had only heard three different names; many of them were Gede, some were Kede, and others were Ketut. After meeting three Gedes in a row, we finally asked what the deal was, and one certain Gede told us that Balinese parents name their children based on the order in which they were born: the first son is Gede and the first daughter is Putu, the second son is Kede and so on. The list only goes up to the fourth, though, so they go back to Gede for the fifth son. Just as I started to think that those "Ideas for Your Baby's Name" books will not be a big hit on this island, I found out that they also have so-called nicknames, which are the equivalent of first names in the West. Only after you talk to them for a while will they reveal their nicknames to you as if to let you in on a secret. I hope to send out my report and photos on Nepal soon. I am headed down to India in a few days. Enjoy the photos from Indo! dan" 26 abril appleThey say "one day an apple, keeps the doctor away."
I say YEAH of course!
I hate month end because it is reality check... tons of bills to pay... ouch to my wallet. Got a pleasant surprise today tho... don't know what promped to check my stock portfolio and I realized that my AAPL stocks are all gone. I remember long time ago I set a rediculas high price to sold my AAPL because I though I wanted to keep it for long-term investment. But if it reaches that price, it would be nice to trade in for some cash. Haven't really followed up or anything for a long time. So right away I went to yahoo finance to check. Apple's Q1 result was beyond expectation. They were able to lower cost and show more profit. And from after market yesterday, AAPL's been going crazy. Everyone's eye on them and they delivered. My stocks were actually sold yesterday after the close of market. It is about 2 hours before open of market today and AAPL has already grown almost 8% since closing yesterday. And more importantly, this investment itself was a 6 month 30% gain investment! Yaaaahooooo!
Now I feel a little empty because I don't own a piece of apple anymore. I shall wait for another chance to reinvest! 19 abril Dan's Asia Trip #8 (Hyderabadi Wedding)Received on 8/28/06
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Selamat pagi from Bali! I have been in Indonesia for nearly three weeks now but this report is on my week-long visit to India in early August when I attended my friend Mahender's wedding. More to come on Indonesia soon. I arrived in Bangalore, the IT capital of India, at a rather odd time of three o'clock in the morning, having flown on Jet Star Asia, a Singapore-based budget airline. Outside the arrival hall at the airport, there were many people longing to see their loved ones. I went passed them, slightly conscious of the fact that I was the only non-desi ('desi' refers to a person from the subcontinent) with some people staring at me, and I had my first of many cups of chai at a kiosk outside. Generally, a large cup of chai costs 5 rupees (about 0.11 USD) and a small one 3 rupees (about 0.06 USD), but these are not the typical awfully oversized American cups; the small one is about the size of an espresso, perfect for a quick caffeine fix, and the large one ideal for a 10-minute people watching break. As I did not manage to find a cheap local airfare from Bangalore to Hyderabad where the wedding would be held, I was left to the mercy of overland transportation to cover approximately 560 km (350 miles). At the Bangalore bus station, I asked five different people where I could find the bus to Hyderabad, and all of them gave me different answers, naturally. The sixth person, however, gave me an answer consistent with that of the fourth's, which gave me some confidence that I was perhaps getting somewhere. I asked various people waiting at the supposed waiting area for Hyderabad, and almost all of them reassured me that I was at the right place (a couple of them still told me different places to get on the bus, but I decided to take a chance and ignored their answers). The bus was scheduled to leave at 6.30 am according to the conductor, but it did not depart until 7.30 am, satisfying my preconception about India's punctuality. The 13-hour bus ride took me through the countryside of Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh (AP) states in southern India, and the landscape was fairly new to me: barren red soil, small boulders, various agricultural fields. The road was, well, not the best one I have traveled on, and I literally jumped up in the air several times as the bus driver drove over various bumps and holes with absolutely no intention of slowing down. Once in Hyderabad, I spent most of the time attending various functions for the wedding. The marriage ceremony was to take place on the auspicious day of the 6th of August, 2006 at the auspicious time of precisely 11:26 am, but an Indian marriage does not happen on just one day. There were various functions over a span of four days, and they involved frequent talam bralu (rice-showering) and putting sindhoor (vermilion) in between the eyebrows on the bride, the groom, and their immediate family members by the ladies of the families including distant relatives and those close to the family. At every single one of the functions, there was never a shortage of food, and being an enthusiast for Indian cuisine, it was a tremendous treat to attend these events aside from observing the various rituals and the colorful saris. I became quite adept at using my hand to enjoy the food, and I now believe that using silverware is to miss out on the full experience of eating south Indian cuisine. A typical south Indian meal consists of plain rice (and biryani since it is a Hyderabad specialty) with a few different curries, dhal, vegetables cooked in different ways, and yoghurt (referred to as 'curd') mixed with rice and some curry or hot and sour pickles to finish it off. It is a unique pleasure to thoroughly mix the rice with each of the dishes (they are all laid out on a single circular plate) using your hand before bringing it to your mouth; using silverware compromises the texture of the food, and fingers are far more efficient in gathering the blended pieces on the plate. India first impressions: - As far as shock value is concerned, India surpasses every place I have visited so far. It is chaotic, dirty, yet beautiful at the same time. - Home-cooked Indian food is absolutely delicious. - Riding in a car in Hyderabad can be quite a thrilling experience. There is no concept of traffic rules, and cars get perilously close when passing one another. - The level of poverty is staggering and the living conditions of the extremely poor in Hyderabad seemed lower than any I have seen in Asia. - Streets are quite dusty in Hyderabad and one could use a mask and eye protection walking around on main roads just like in Beijing. - If you can keep your eyes open, though, you can enjoy the colorful trucks and autos (equivalent of tuk-tuks – three-wheelers with two passenger seats with a capacity of four or five people) zooming by, constantly honking. - Public toilets at bus "stands" (stations) are fairly clean unlike some I saw in China; one usually pays 3 rupees to use the toilets and the attendant seems to do a decent job of keeping them in good shape. - Home-cooked Indian food is extremely tasty. Did I mention that already? There will be many more impressions on India as I will be traveling there in a few weeks. For now, I am headed to Nepal to go trekking in the Himalayas, which will provide a stark contrast to the tropical climate I have been enjoying for the past few weeks. Enjoy the photos! dan" http://www1.snapfish.com/share/p=268271156740192925/l=124797867/g=53535584/otsc=SYE/otsi=SALB 13 abril woooooo... Friday the 13th!!Today is the first Friday the 13th of 2007. I don't believe in these things.. but I did wake up from a bad dream. I forgot the exact dream, but it was something like I had to go for an exam, I had the study material in my hand for weeks but somehow never took a look. I had to take the exam right away so no more time to study and it was a lot harder than I excepted. On top of all that, before I started the exam I somehow got a lot of poopoo on my body... then I woke up. Dispite the stressful and smelly dream, I felt relaxed for the first time this week. I haven't had a good night sleep for a whole week now. Restless because of my allergy, physically, I am really tired, but my heart had been jumping really fast that I just felt so restless tho exhusted. Finally, I was able to sleep last night and actually have a dream (tho not a great one.) Anyway, people say if you dream about shit, you will get big money in real life. We will see if that's true.
So 13th Friday doesn't mean much to me. Just thought it is a spooky title. I have been on strict diet and exercise plan for a week now. I have lost 4kg since I moved to China. My goal is 5 more in one month or at least by end of May when I go to Hawaii. Maybe this is why I have been so restless... my diet plan is just too much for my body to take?
Also, I realized that there is one more thing that I absolutly need to work on which is HOW TO SAY NO. I am very in to harmony and being nice and not to piss people around me. I declare that I am offically tried. I need to put myself in front of everyone else. Say no when I don't feel comfrotable is something I need to learn and do right away. My goal for the next couple months is to turn into Christina da biaatch who is 5 kg lighter. Okay... much better. |
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