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Saturday, November 25, 2006 - Little thoughts I love how most of the yellow leaves on the ground are gingko leaves. There are several pine trees on my way to school with camouflage-coloured bark. How cool isn't that? Cafeteria meals for 5-7 RMB are still delicious. Chatted with a cab driver, then answered the phone in English - the cab driver still assumed I was a Chinese student at Beida! (No folks, my English hasn't declined that much. My Chinese is apparently getting better though!) My throat is better now, finally. My parents are coming in less than a month. I love Beijing. I love being in love with Beijing. I love loving being in love with Beijing. And I have three exams and two essays due next week. I still love Beijing. Can you tell I'm happy? Sunday, November 19, 2006 - China moment Been busy with a major Chinese essay today, so won't have time to blog. Had a good weekend though - Beihai park, hutongs, Houhai, a play in the 798 art district, and China's nicest taxi driver - and pics and stories will be coming up soon. China moment (giving me a temporary break from my grueling essay): Person in stairway clearing throat, China-style. For those blissfully ignorant of this practice, it is thoroughly disgusting, done by everyone from teenagers to old ladies, and sounds like the person is trying to regurgitate a year's worth of food. I assume this was followed by liberal spitting, because that's the purpose of the throat-clearing. This was followed by (Same?) person in stairway blowing his nose (probably China-style, ie. without the use of tissues) This is something you really need to see to believe. Words cannot describe it. There shouldn't exist words to describe it. And you know what my reaction was? I chuckled in amusement. In about 8 months I'll be back in Sweden again, with no chance of experiencing these kind of public body fluidal expressions. China's awesome. =D Wednesday, November 15, 2006 - Because they're worth it Shameless plug, but it ain't for me. Check out my brilliant roomie's piece in The Times: http://women.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,26989-2452131.html . Now that's some talent, y'all =D Little things that make life real good right now: - the beautiful, beautiful weather. Sunshine, blue skies and around 10 C day time. People say you appreciate Swedish spring so much because you’ve lived through the Swedish winter, but I’ve yet to experience the sandstorms and I still love the fall weather here. I’m not missing Sweden one bit on this one. - the old men and women chatting in our neighbourhood. They’re usually the first people I see as I bicycle to school each morning, and a gentle reminder of the crazy city I’m bicycling out into. - Delicious meals for under 10 RMB, or, if I’m splurging, 20 RMB. I miss Swedish/Western food occasionally, or more often my Mom’s cooking, but until I get to experience the joys of knäckebröd again, Beijing ain’t a bad place to be. - All the random cool people you meet. Yesterday I listened to a girl imitating a Jamaican and St Vincent accent – I’ve said it before, but the randomness and the feeling that anything’s possible in this crazy, thrilling city is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. - I was utterly convinced I did crap on my elective course exams, and in Sweden, I would’ve. But here, the teachers grade as nice as they possibly can, which means I’m amongst the top students in each of my classes. I feel a little cheated by my surprisingly easy classes, especially after hearing Nico’s horror tales of the rigorous Chinese summer school at Beijing Normal University, but hopefully, this means I’ll be motivated to do some reading on my own as well as be able to enjoy life to the fullest here. - Me and Hannah have managed to use gas (for water heating) for a total of 9.5 RMB last month. Whoa. We need to stop with the crazy excess showering. - Shopping. - that Blogger is only partially banned - the bicycle repair shack that keeps putting the chain back on my bicycle and tightening various screws on it. I’ve yet to pay for any of their services, even though they look more annoyed for each time. I keep waiting for them to snap and demand 1 RMB for the trouble and effort. - Beida has a rule that you cannot bicycle through the gates. I’ve now mastered the art of following the rules without having to get off or even slow down: I put one foot down mid-bicycling, push for leverage and ride on. So far, it seems to work, though I’ve yet to dare to look at the security guard when I’m doing that. Fun: Last Saturday I went shopping at Hongqiao Pearl Market with Qianqian and Nico. Since QQ is really insecure about her English (she’s Austrian) and Nico speaks Chinese fluently, (I should be used to his Chinese skills by now, but each and every time I’m impressed by his complete lack of a foreign accent and a vocabulary probably surpassing my own. It’s my blog, I can be impressed by talented people if I want to. This guy speaks French, English and Chinese fluently, pretty good German, and dabbles in Icelandic, Norwegian, Swedish, Russian, Greek and Uyghur. And that’s just the stuff he’s mentioned. Now that’s linguistic talent.) we spoke Chinese the entire day. Of course, this proved very confusing to the rows and rows of “Hallo!!!”-ing salespeople at Hongqiao, when they noticed they were face to face with a foreigner who sounded like a Chinese. That didn’t stop some of the more diligent ones from quoting “foreigner” prices to us, so we came up with a shopping strategy: we were going to pretend that Nico was a Uyghur. This strategy proved to work surprisingly well – with his foreign-but-not-obviously-western looks, his excellent Chinese and his huge-ass Uyghur medallion around his neck, (he travelled in Xinjiang for three weeks this summer) it seemed a logical explanation and stopped the “Hallo!!!”-ing. Instead, me and QQ would admonish the salespeople for thinking he was a Westerner, when in fact he spoke no English at all. Also, it was interesting to hear Chinese (Han) people’s total ignorance regarding other Chinese minorities, when instead they started barraging him with questions about Xinjiang. And then we came to the last stall, where Nico wanted to buy gloves. We did the whole “He’s not a westerner, he’s Uyghur!” routine, but one of the younger salesgirls refused to believe us. Giggling and shouting at the same time, she maintained he couldn’t be Uyghur, and we insisted he was. The whole thing escalated with three salesgirls giggling and pulling at him, asking if he was single, etc. Finally, as we were leaving, she shouted: “He can’t be Uyghur! Uyghurs can’t be that good-looking!!” and then collapsed in a fit of hysterics. If only you could’ve seen that scene. MSN conversation with Hannah: Me: (on why we’re chatting and not talking to each other, with about 3 m separating us and open doors) “Sorry, throat sore” Hannah: “ahh” Hannah: “hold on” Hannah: “I think I can make it over there” Me: “are you sure?” … Moments later, Hannah is huffing and puffing in the doorway, dragging herself onto my bed, looking utterly exhausted. My throat’s even sorer from laughing. Who said this girl ain’t funny? mispronouncing “city”: Nico: “Chicago is the second largest sissy, after all. Sorry, city.” Me (amused): “So who’s the biggest sissy?” Nico (deadpan, without missing a beat): “San Francisco.” … And last Friday, in the CIEE bus on our way back from the 798 art district, I gazed outside the window. The sun was setting, and with the heavy air pollution, the whole sky seemed golden. I had a whirlwind of images of the day and the art district before my eyes, mixing with the burning building facades passing by… In that moment, I realized: I love Beijing. China. I love it with a huge smile and an ever-present annoyance; I love it with my entire sense of curiosity and exploration lust. I love it for the chaos, the possibilities, the chances and the risks, I love it for the contrasts – the glitter and excitement, and the police men and the grittiness. I love it for my lack of control over it. I love it for the fact that anything can happen. Oh, I’ll still complain. I’ll still get irritated. But it’s all just a part of my time here – and right now, I love my time here. And it doesn’t necessarily have to be the time of my life but rather, the start of the time of my life. I didn't think I would love this place. I'm glad I was wrong. Saturday, November 11, 2006 - Picture time One picture says more than a thousand words - here's a picture nuke, my friends. Enjoy. (Also, it takes about 3-4 min to upload one pic, so yeah, there's some serious effort and time involved) Xiang Shan (Fragrant Hills) This is the view on Beijing close to the mountain top. Yes, the haze is the pollution. We went hardcore and climbed all the way, whereas a lot of people simply went both up and down using the mountain lift. This reminds me of one of the many tiny islands (more like big rocks in the water) in the Stockholm archipelago with no vegetation to speak of, but tons of sea gulls resting on it. This was at the mountain top, that was barren save a few pine trees. At this point, I'm beginning to think that overexposed Chinese scenic spots aren't all they're cracked up to be. All these people are wildly photographing and gawking at about three squirrels. The squirrels weren't even wild, either. Someone had set out food for them. They would have a blast in our neighbourhood in Sweden, with the regular deer visits, pheasants, rabbits, cats and hedgehogs. The sun (picture taken from the minibus). Sure, it was cloudy that day, but it was also smoggy enough so you could stare right at the sun without any particular discomfort. Now that's cool, albeit in an unsettling way. International Culture Festival at Beida - 28 October 2006 It was an absolutely amazing day - almost 20 C in the sun, a huge event with stalls representing almost every country in the world (Afghan-, Kazak-, Tadjikistan, Azerbadjan, oh and including Taiwan, Hong Kong and Macao), and an entertaining two-hour medley show with performances from different countries. Highlights included a South Korean tae-kwondo/street dance performance (hardcore wooden plank-kicking followed by Westlife-esque dance moves, made all the more awesome by the giggly comments from two Chinese girls next to us), an Indonesian greeting ritual (performed by four women sitting, crawling, and playing pattycake with themselves as they sang. Very cool and repetitive the first five minutes, the next 15 mostly repetitive), Mongolian music, Spanish dancing, Thai dancing and a Chinese tea performance, easily the coolest one despite its apparent showyness. I don't know much about Japanese tea ceremonies, but I've heard they're quite serene, harmonious affairs. The Chinese performance was apparently derived from tai chi, which basically meant a guy performing tai chi moves holding a giant tea pot. It sounds slightly ridiculous, but with appropriate background music, it was still pretty cool. Azerbadjan girl. The Democratic People's Republic of Korea stall. Need I say more? Actually, I do. Up until that day, I had no idea one of my class mates is North Korean. And not only is he North Korean, he's a North Korean physicist. There are so many inappropriate jokes running through my head now... Where all other country stalls had pictures showing their country's scenic spots, cultural heritage, crafts work, etc... North Korea had this. And pictures like these. It was like a window into the past, specifically, China around fifty years ago. In the middle of the bustling, modern, cosmopolitan atmosphere, a part of history left untouched. The interior of the Swedish stall. The girl, Ellinor, has studied Chinese for three years and is pretty much fluent. Engrish, Yen Fetish Halloween Party In Chinese: "Value your life, stay away from drugs." 798 Art District, Dashanzi, Beijing - 10 November 2006 For those of you too lazy to click the link: The 798 Art District in Beijing is an area in central Beijing with lots of art galleries for contemporary, modern and controversial art. The area used to be a Soviet-inspired factory area, and the factories are now housing the art galleries. The contrast between modern, edgy art and run-down, 50s Chinese factories and industrial surroundings is one of the most striking characteristics of the area, at least in my opinion. It's been scheduled to be torn down several times (the area is close to the airport, very attractive and the real estate company owning the factories wants to build office buildings there), but for the time being, it's there. This is an amazing place. Despite the fact that it's lost some of its "struggling artist, underground artist area" image (almost all signs were in Chinese and English and the Western-like cafe's accepted Visas), it's still a place of mindblowing contrasts with an edgy feel to it. It has yet to enter that exploited stage that inevitably happens to a popular place in China, and if becoming more mainstream means the area will remain, then in my opinion, keep the tour buses coming. Easily one of my favourites. It's a statue in front of one of the art galleries. My friend Nico in one of the installments. Me and Hannah snuck onto the CIEE's (an American scholarship program) tour bus. Not only did we save 10 RMB each (subway fare), it was real comfy as well. Example of the surroundings. The graffiti was awesome, I'm going to try and come back some day just to take pictures of all the cool graffiti. Some factories are actually still in use, hence the workers. Art piece amongst factory pipes. Artwork about Tiananmen Square 1989. Also the only picture I asked permission to take. Nico and Hannah contemplating the graffiti. See how awesome Hannah is? By being in the picture, I mean? In Chinese: "Out of bounds for men". I can see the leap in logic... Just a really, really cool painting. And a cool scene. The red characters mean female and human. The grey areas of the Mao portrait are old pictures from the Culture Revolution and other events in Chinese history. Almost every picture was like a calm punch in the gut.. strong stuff. So me and Nico stumbled across a huge art gallery where you could contribute yourself. I suck at painting and drawing, so I just scribbled some Swedish, whereas Nico went nuts with Western calligraphy and Latin. Coupled with his fluent Chinese, the art gallery owner was in complete and utter awe. I was as well, actually. It's a liturgy, btw. Alright, I'm beat. Hope you guys enjoy the pictures, I know I enjoyed the events. I’m feeling better. I will stumble and be hurt again, but deep inside, I’m strong and joyful once more. Stronger and better. It feels wonderful. I woke up to the blessed absence of howling winds outside the window. Not like this weekend, when I seriously considered stocking up on supplies and hibernating until March, because of the icy Siberian gale that cut through clothes right to the bone. I never knew winds could be that malicious, and apparently, they’re a regular feature in Beijing winter. Ah, Beijing… you sure as hell don’t make anything easy, do you? But that’s alright with me. It sounds weird or cliché, but difficulties do make you feel alive, and all that jazz. And as much as I complain and am annoyed on a daily basis, this gritty, unfriendly city has a way of bringing you to the brink of despair; but in the next moment, it makes you feel more alive and excited than you ever thought possible. It was warm and sunny again outside, and I bicycled slowly, enjoying the lush greenery of our little neighbourhood and the serene morning lull so rare in this boisterous city. I was just thinking how much I enjoyed living here, when I reached the neighbourhood gate and BAM, almost slammed into it. Wtf? It’s never closed. There were about fifteen police men and security guards milling about, looking important and shooing me and several others to the side. The road we had to cross to get to Beida was completely free of traffic, and yet, we were forbidden to cross the street. When asked “Why?”, the oh-so-Chinese reply was “Just get out of the way!”. Lovely. A couple of minutes passed with nothing happening, and me growing bored and late by the minute. Finally, several of us were allowed to cross into Beida, where another fifteen or so security and police were milling about, huffing and puffing. They’d also closed off all my fastest routes to my class, which meant I had to take detours. And still, no info, though I had a pretty good idea by then. Sure enough, another few minutes later, and a long convoy of black cars with tinted windows drove into Beida and past us. I’m guessing they were some of the African leaders participating in the China-Africa summit that was held during the weekend. Couldn't they just have told us that? As harmless as the reason was, I was still a little jarred to be reminded that damn, I really am not in Kansas anymore. Who knows what the reason will be, next time a horde of police show up around my neighbourhood? The rest of the day went better, with my Oral Chinese class coming in top, as usual. Any class where we discuss the origin of Chinese swearwords is an instant favourite with me. Also, there was an unintentional joke made that almost made me hyperventilate from laughing too much. It’s, ahem, not very well suited for this venue. Hi Mom and Dad! In the afternoon, Patrik came over and we all studied for our exams this week. That is, until the toilet got clogged. I was a total and complete wimp, and helped out with my combination of disgust and horrified fascination, girly squeals and panicky giggling. Hannah and Patrik were superheroes, with Patrik finally unclogging it (don’t ask me how, I didn’t see the details and I’m eternally grateful for it) and ducking for cover from the stench, and Hannah bravely cleaning it all up. Frickin. SUPERHEROES. X-men’s got nothing on an English gal who’s cleaning it all up barehanded, and who finished off with a dazzling smile and a “It’s flushing so much better now too, isn’t it amazing?” Though that last comment together with the huge smile was very, very, very, unsettling. Thursday, November 02, 2006 - Personal. "Tiden kanske läker sår. Men den har inte en suck i jämförelse med kärlek från de närmsta. Vänner borde helt enkelt säljas som mirakelkurer på Apoteket." From Aftonbladet – “Time may heal all wounds. But it’s got nothing on love from people close to you. Friends should be sold as miracle medicine in drugstores.” It’s been a rough couple of days. I’m usually a person filled with happiness. I love laughter. But these few days, I’ve also realized that there are always two sides to a coin – if I didn’t live, and feel, fully, I wouldn’t be able to be the joyful person I usually am. It also means I fully feel pain, hurt, anger and sadness. To an extent that surprises even me. Thank you, all of you, who’ve supported me during these days. Please don’t stop. |