Archive for January, 2008

Girl in red Converse

Thursday, January 31st, 2008

Leading up the escalator, your red Converse appears. Against the dark colored steps, they snuggle with your feet. You wear them without socks, matching them with baggy capris. You finish it with a pink button shirt and a black over sweater. Your eyes hide behind large teal glasses, but they don’t hide your passive gaze. The train arrives, but you contently allow other people to squeeze in as you patiently wait for the next.

Girl in red Converse, you are courteous. Your gait betrays you. You quietly move away yielding space to others.

You stand along the door, reading a condensed version of what might be “Pride and Prejudice”. You are also a swimmer. Your large black bag betrays you, you’ve hooked a swimmers trinket to it.

The station is Tai Wei, you take a seat. You squeeze between two people.

Girl in red Converse, you are polite. Your inward pointing Converse betrays you. You narrow your personal space for the benefit of others.

You check your phone for messages. You check again, waiting for a response. Your soundtrack is by Cary Brothers, “Loneliest Girl in the World”

Girl in red Converse, you are weary. Your eyes betray you. They close intermittently, but you refuse to rest. You could’ve spent your day swimming. You could’ve spent your day studying. You could’ve spent your day tutoring children. You are weary.

The station is Tai Po Market. You stand up. This is where you leave, bringing your endearing self with you.
You depart from the second door. I stand by the third door. You move south along the third door. You glance at me for a fraction of a second. I glance back, only to meet eyes for a fraction of what you offer.
Girl in red Converse, your name could be Amanda, it could be Penelope, but most likely Sabrina, Cheung Sau Ping.

Beep..beep.beep.beep. The door is about to close

1 second.. 2 seconds..

I could leave the train and ask you to linger. I could ask you for your name. I could ask for a moment of your time. I could tell you the way I adore your shoes.

3 seconds. Door closes. I look at your seat. Your trinket is not there to betray you. Your eyes are not there to betray you. Your personal space is now empty. But your impression still lingers, girl in red Converse.

Into the motherland….and back

Wednesday, January 30th, 2008

Tuesday, January 28th, 2008

Seemingly far but only two train stations away, Shenzhen is the most southern point of China, a stone’s throw away from where I live. Estimated departure time is 10:00 AM and arrive across the border by 10:30.

10:00 AM - Twenty minutes after waking out of bed, the plan has already been delayed. But for how long?

10:20 AM - Just left the house. Cause of twenty minute delay? A disgusting cream cheese bun. Note to self, Chinese people can not utilize cream cheese correctly.

10:50 AM - Entered China as a foreigner even though all of us look alike. Provided the immigration officer, a young bland but attractive lady, with my passport. She looked at my photo and gleefully giggled, the photo is really old. I feel a shudder down my back. The type of shudder that forces you to realize people know you’re past your prime.

11:00 AM - Drop by the most expensive Dim Sum place in town to grab a table. On the way, experience my first exposure to Chinglish. Have no f-ing clue what they are trying to say. Something about China will enthusiastically rid the world of piracy.

11:30 AM - Mom, Cousin and friend are getting nails done. Apparently that is a must for all women is Shenzhen because it’s cheap. I wander the mall alone. Every five minutes someone asks if I want DVDs. Apparently the sign isn’t working, probably the english.

12:00 PM - Finally get a table to Dim Sum. Food is great. Service is amazing. Final bill for four people who overate. 280 RMB = approx 40 US.

1:30 PM - On a leash to go shopping, following three women around Shenzhen is a nightmare. They can easily spend thirty minutes a store just bargaining. My estimate is this mall has about four hundred stores.

2:00 PM - Apparently my cousin has the hookups for the good stuff. We are brought into an apparently unoccupied store front. Inside a man sits right by the door as a watchman. Further in, a space about the size of a close filled with people looking at fake purses. The whole spectrum of people, white people, Chinese people, Japanese people.

2:02 PM - I leave the fake purse closet, too packed, too hot, I’m coughing. I was told by the lady not to leave until I was given permission. I’m scared.

2:15 PM - I’m waiting outside for the three ladies to finish shopping forgery. All of a sudden I feel a change in the ambiance. People are suddenly frantically moving around. Apparently the prairie dog has signaled, the authorities are coming. Everyone who is selling fake products quickly close up shop.

3:00 PM - Starting to get tired of the ladies shopping. At this point an old lady who is begging for money targets us. The strategy is to move quickly and ignore. As we turn the corner, she turns left instead. I look back and she’s pulling a fake Louis Vuitton stroller.

3:30 PM - I’ve made my first purchase in China. A cheap golf glove, 35 RMB = Approx 5.50 US.

4:00 PM - My cousin’s friend needs to return to Hong Kong to pick up her daughter from school. Apparently women travel to shenzhen in groups and spend the day there together doing their nails, shopping, grab some cheap food and then get a massage. Maybe I’ll get my nails done next time.

4:30 PM - Finally start getting a massage, after the hostess totally flubbed our requests sending my cousin and mom into a rage of fury. The masseuse said she had some boy friend issues. I request 1 hour for the feet and then another two hours of therapeutic massage full body. I request men on both, figured need someone strong enough to push my fat around.

7:15 PM - About 2 1/2 hours into my massage session. Keep getting told by the masseuse that I need to lose weight. I laugh along because it’s true. Told me to find a hot girlfriend so I can show my mom. Funny because shouldn’t the hot girlfriend be pleasing to me, not my mom?

7:45 PM - End of massage session, total cost for 6 hours between my mom and I? 230RMB = Approx 35 US. I need to do this more often.

8:45 PM - Dad finally shows up for dinner. Apparently the remaining 20% of his hearing can’t differentiate 7:45 from 8:45.

9:00 PM - We eat at a restaurant that is literally 10 walking steps from the immigration area. We order 9 dishes for 3 people. Not humanly possible to finish everything. Actually possible to feed 8 people from what we order. Cost us 300RMB = Approx 45US.

10:00 PM - Cross the border and head back into Hong Kong. Stopped by the Duty free to see how much alcohol costs. 95 HKD for a bottle of Bombay sapphire, which equates to 13 bucks US. Same bottle usually costs 17 bucks US back in LA. Didn’t buy it. Didn’t want to appear as an alcoholic in front of mom and dad.

10:30 PM - Finally get home, lie down on bed. Back feels much better. Thinking I coulda used another hour on my shoulder blades. Man hands feel great…

Menu Monday

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

- Today is the third monday since I’ve been back. People say it usually takes 3 weeks to start a habit. Wonder what I will start?

- Today was also the first day I really struggled with the move. The usual feeling of a lack of direction has fallen upon me.

- After spending the weekend seeing all the relatives, it’ll be another couple of weeks until these commits happen again.

- My desire to speak english was absolutely underestimated before i decided to move. This week, I will try to find places I can speak english normally and express myself. Maybe crack a couple of jokes about East LA.

- This week I will finally make my first foray into China. Not that it’s hostile, but cautionary tales about pickpockets are legendary. Apparently they’ve developed a hand extender to reach into your front pockets, sounds like a super hero power to me.

Massive Family Interface (PT2)

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

Sequels are inherently inferior to the original. Can’t name a better part two of a movie off the top of my head that’s better than the original. However there are exceptions. Family dinner part two was infinitely better. First thing, head count was much smaller. Barely topped the double digit. Second, I see this group of cousin quite frequent so this was nothing more than a normal family gathering. Third, it was a hot pot dinner. It’s always fun when you can play with your food. All in all the night ended well, the weekend ended on a high note. And if I were actually an athlete, a sports super star. I would say we finished it strong.

Massive Family Interface (PT1)

Saturday, January 26th, 2008

I hate family functions. Well large family functions, especially one’s exceeding a double digit head count. Why do I despise these events? Not exactly sure. But I’m sure everyone understands the insanity involved with socializing among the relatives. However tonight was fairly tame. A large number of relatives, about 30 total. 3/4 I haven’t seen in 9 years. 4/5 I have nothing to say to. 3/5 I can barely recognize. 6/7 of them, I have nothing to relate to them with. To make things worst, my chinese language skills have deteriorated to the point where I can’t find the right words to say. Unfortunately the restaurant didn’t serve alcohol, so you understand the pain right? Basically a nightmare setup, but fortunately there was plenty of sugar cane water for me? Sugar Cane water? What does that have to do with anything? Well I probably binge drank 2 liters of them, when pee pee 3 times, each giving me a much needed breather from the homeys outside. One more to go tomorrow night, should be better.

Scotch Tape Memory

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

Movies always demonstrate the importance of family photos. A character moves into the house, he or she immediately glances towards the family photos to fill in any missing gaps in the memory bank. Time frame? Moment? Emotion? All hard to determine by a simple 2D image. But sometimes that’s all we’ve got. The only memory filling process available is to scotch tape all the photos and hopefully compose a lucid memory. Unfortunately, a collage is only as good as the viewer. It’s nothing compared to being a participant.

Cautionary tale for everyone to stay in touch with loved ones, a scotch tape memory isn’t even a fraction of what you gain if you participated.

Menu Mondays

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

- Not only have a lot of people moved on, but a lot of people have changed professions since I last came back

- Adapting to the language has been harder than I imagined, I still count in English, not able to effortless speak entirely in Chinese

- The best looking girl on HK TV is actually in a commercial.

- Finally went to a hair salon to get a hair cut, it’s amazingly convenient, 2 min walk away, 8 bucks for wash and cut

- Tennis courts are hard to get a hold of, lucky enough my cousin brought me along to play with his friends, however none are younger than 40.

Daily items

Wednesday, January 16th, 2008

Today marks the first week of my return, first four days were clouded in bacteria and virus along with an everlasting cough. The next couple of days were better, finally got my macbook going again, enjoying my favorite food, even hitting up a starbucks. However there is one thing that’s taking me time to adjust and it’s not the language. If I’m not sure what’s going on I just stay quiet. What’s getting to me is all the extra items I worry about bringing with me, on top of the usual keys, cellphone, and wallet, i also need to bring tissue (you don’t get napkins in restaurants). Doesn’t sound like a lot but let me tell you, if you’re looking for stuff in your pockets and you can’t find it, but somehow end up finding 5 packs of tissue all over your body, it get’s annoying. QUICK!

On a side note, living in a building with elevators are great, I might’ve had a Harold and Kumar moment. It’s fun to let the mind imagine.

One more thing….following Apple keynote overseas sucks. After it’s over, i’m friggin tired because it’s 3AM and I can’t pick up the phone and talk to anyone about it.

Where to go? Mindless wandering..

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

Yesterday I finally had a chance to wander alone. Trotting down Nathan road while bopping my head to the tunes of One Republic doesn’t sound pretty for bystanders, but I couldn’t care. It felt great. Felt empowering to finally wander the streets without a tour guide. ( FYI, my cousin Josephine is a terrible tour guide, she took me to the science museum today…YAWN!..and she calls me Kau Fu.. figure out that one yourself) I got to stop by and take a picture of old people playing chess, or walk away in fear from religious fanatics. However the most exciting thing about the Nathan Road strut are the memories that finally return, especially the legend of the “could’ve made us rich building”. Just look at the pictures, you’ll see what i mean.

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“Menu Monday: list of thoughts to begin the week”

Monday, January 14th, 2008

- what is known as geek chic is known as the I.T look, guess I.T people are metro here

- commercial in hong kong are much more direct in their sales pitch

- murses are common, so i bought one (it’s still a messenger bag alright!)

- years ago when i returned to HK for vacation, there are certain relatives I will see within the first three days, 3/4 of them have passed away since i’ve been back

- even though I’ve lived here for six years, i got lost occasionally, the place has really changed