Singapore reminded me a lot of the U.S., except slightly better. Though, you won’t be able to find chewing gum easily here because the Chewing Gum Ban in Singapore was enacted since 1992. It was an attempt to rid of chewing gum stuck underneath tables or what not. As you can already tell, this city is very clean and tidy. Amidst the hot and humid summers, living here can be pleasantly comfortable.

Singapore is like an asian fusion salad with more western dressing. Mandarin Chinese is just the second main language following English. The Chinese here are much more westernized from what I can remember. Although I’ve only witnessed a day in Singapore, I could easily tell how deeply cultured the city was to my surprise. From tasty muslim food in Bugis, where the Muslim community rests, to Little India, where you can find innumerable Indian food stalls and beautiful Indian Saris.

This short trip left me with lasting memories and the urge to come back and indulge in its culture for a longer period of time. If I could find a job here I would be back in a jiffy!

Marina Bay

Clark Quay Riverside. Bar street.

Bugis

I decided to best describe my trip to Malaysia through a little photo blog. In April I went with three other friends of mine at Tsinghua University. We meandered through the firing hot concrete pathways of Kuala Lumpur and went for a day trip to the gleaming, somewhat tranquil town of Malacca.

We were told that there are three types of Malaysians; the local Malays, the Indian Malays, and the Chinese Malays. It’s like having Chinese curry with Durian ice-cream for dessert.Malaysia is populated with a great deal of Indian and Chinese immigrants due to the early traders and settlers who established trading ports within the borders. This eventually resulted in the strong Indian and Chinese influence culture there. There are three main languages spoken and one of them, English, was becoming compulsory. We were happy about because we were lacking in Chinese and of course neither of us knew Malay. From what I remember the most, Malaysia was filled with amiable people, delicious curry, fresh exotic fruits, scorching heat, huge cockroaches, and cab drivers who will always find a way to rip you off. I am still as questionable about the place as the locals look at me with questionable faces. I wish to return one day and explore its beautiful east coast, a spot we didn’t have time to discover.

Purple interior dragon fruits apparently have a lot more Vitamin 

Petaling Street

Malacca

Upon returning to Beijing, I felt a familiar sadness, not of sorrow or regret, but one quite similar to the time I departed from Hong Kong and Singapore. A gloomy feeling that suddenly develops right when I step outside from the Beijing Capital Airport and into the ghastly polluted air. A type of melancholy that’s due to an emotional state of detachment from a city visited and felt at awe for. And Taipei, Taiwan was one of them.

XiMenDing, Taipei.

It all started when I decided to take a self journey outside of the Mainland to satisfy my travel bug curiosities, only this time independently. Taiwan had to be visited after hearing about their amazing food! But apart from their infamously numerous snack streets and restaurants that taste buds could die for, my visit to the quaint little island (slightly bigger than Maryland and Delaware combined) touched on me a deep reverence for the place. I came to realize how underestimated the city is. It has so much to offer at respectable levels; the Taiwanese culture, the overtly friendly locals, trends, music, and etc. fascinated me. Its culture was openly more creative in different concepts, particularly in the food and fashion statements. China is recently lacking in creativity amongst individuals, hence many copied products, and its obstinate view on the traditional, but in Taiwan I felt the youthful crowd sparking more imagination. Though there is a heavy Korean and Japanese influence over the city, Taiwanese individuals, as it seems, are not afraid to get creative.

I mean who thought of a waffle sandwich? Genius idea!Triple matching. This concept is often seen in Beijing. (Taken in Beijing)

Nonetheless, Taiwan gave me a different impression than Beijing, but I think each and every place has their own uniqueness and a comparable piece of greatness.

An adorable elderly couple eagerly smiling for a photo. Danshui River, Taipei.

It was the most relaxing city I’ve stayed in. I have made up my mind to put Taiwan on my list of options for future retirement living, that is if I have one yet. What I noticed in Taipei was that there were an innumerable amount of senior population. They are often seen strolling in parks, passing by lakes, jogging in streets, or biking around the neighborhood, so carefree and unrestrained from intents. Watching them gave me a sense of my own inner peace and it briefly described the overall feeling of my trip; relaxing and easy going. Just what I needed.

I had the best crepe of my life! This one has banana, chocolate syrup and vanilla gelato.

牛肉面!Taipei specialty: beef noodle soup. I daydream to this now.

National Palace Museum

National Palace Museum

A lady & her chickens @ Danshui River.

Near Shilin Night Market

The most important factor that brings character to a place, one that I find most attractive, are the people. In Taiwan I felt safe and at ease around the locals. They all seemed very genuine and kind hearted whenever I needed help, directions or anything at all. It’s the social atmosphere and the types of people around you that can make all the difference where ever you go.

I find the sound of thunderstorms and the visual strikes of lightning exceptionally calming. The pitter patter of rain drops soothing, the splashing noise of car tires thrashing over wet puddles exhilarating, and the ring shaped drops hitting the ground a beautiful thing.

But most of all, I find the weather after a robust storm or after a gentle rainy day at its most serene. And the breath of fresher air to be comforting and in Beijing, I’ve learned to appreciate every bit of that. Rainy days are seldom here compared to back home. The rain not only washed away the hazy smog but also my after- midterms slump. Aside from studying and cramming, these past few weeks seem almost forgotten. With so much happened, so much taken in, and so little memory of it, I regret to be devoid of appreciating each and every moment to its fullest.

Road outside of Zijing dormitories

Today’s weather had me finding the beauty in life’s often forgotten and taken for granted moments. We often see the bigger picture while ignoring regards to the smaller details. We need to all take a break, stop and really enjoy a breath of fresh air that we often do not have time to deeply breathe in and out. Life is moving so fast. If we do not start slowing down and admire some of its charm, it will only move faster. My transient adventures abroad are nearing its end and I can only hope to slow down the passing of 2 more months, appreciating every bit of it.

5am view outside my window after the rain cleared away the smog.

 

Food; this is exactly what this post will consist of. I apologize in advance to your precious taste buds if your mouth starts to water uncontrollably. The only thing I can say is please mind your drool, or venture your way out to Beijing and visit me :)

There are some good Chinese foods in Beijing. And you may ask why I said “some”. It’s because the locals tend to make everything extra salty, oily or spicy. A bit harsh for my taste. Also after a few months of homogeneous choices, I began to venture out to other options, diversifying my plate a bit.

冰糖葫芦 (Sugar- coated haws) It's tangy on the inside and sweet on the outside! They are sold almost everywhere in snack stalls such as this one! Delicious Taro filled cakes!Sweet red bean filled snackXiabu Xiabu! A convenient hotpot restaurant that's quite prevalent in China. It's also really addicting.Hand Toss sushi are the best! @Isshin- the neary Japanese restaurant near our school.Fried Octopus balls. Best balls ever.@Falafel. Arabic food night!@The Hot Dog Place in Wudaokou. Best hot dogs ever!! And I don't even like hot dogs.@some Muslim restaurant at BLCU.Papaya fruit with coconut filling. Omg.Dim Sum!@Tonkatsu in Wudaokou. Japanese/Korean Chicken Cutlet and rice mmm.Tex Mex delivery. Avocado burgers to die for.

There you have it for now. Until the next torturing- toodles :)

Love is literally in Beijing's polluted air today.

Subsequent to “Boys’ Day” and “Singles’ Day” past November, today commemorates a special celebration that once transpired from Shandong University, China in its early 90′s. They call it Girls’ Day, put in its most conspicuous and simplistic manner. It is also the day before National Women’s Day, March 8th.

Today’s holiday is mostly celebrated by university students and Tsinghua, being one of the biggest universities in China with a dominating guy versus girl ratio, reciprocated the honor to its female counterparts. Girls receive gifts from their male classmates. Many receive flowers, giftbags and even a night out with someone special. The campus showed its appreciation with various decorations, flowers, and activities at its vicinity. Biking through it today gave me a warm feeling, one similar to elementary school nostalgia when we celebrated Valentines’ Day- when the colors pink, red and white combined were important, and when getting cute, cheesy cards meant something. Albeit not quite similar to V-day, as only girls are the center of attention on this day instead of vice versa, but the pleasant feeing of affection is quite similar.

Sign your name and get a rose!

My classmates and I couldn't refuse such beautiful roses. So we took part.

For those who know me, you’d normally find me in a bearish and unmoved state of mind if I had to wake up around seven in the morning, but today was different. Today, you’d be stupefied at how quickly I picked my heavy, tired and groggy self up from my somewhat comfortable Chinese bed. As cheesy as this may sound- the cordial ray of sunlight shined through my dorm room window and brushed me all jovial. I think about frolicking in Beijing’s green grass, visiting the Summer Palace at its most sensible time, sauntering through snack streets to devour tangy delicacies, and most of all- soaking in the warmness. Yes- I do think about these things when I get up in the morning. Then, today’s warmer weather also had me reminisce of my summer in Mexico. I miss the luke warm, almost bath- like, water at the beach and its tender sand exfoliating the soles of my feet.

Cancun, Mexico

Five days in Hong Kong and I remembered three Cantonese words which I relentlessly repeat to myself over and over. One, Lay-ho, means Hello!

Hong Kong was amazing. To my surprise, it was as diverse as the streets of Georgetown in D.C. but with a supple addition of asians. The city and its people inexplicably and warmly welcomed me in. I did not want to leave that lovely island.

HK fixated my viewpoint and perspective on China, its culture, people and everything else that I missed in BJ. Though Hong Kong is not a part of Mainland China, I never really fully understood why my Hong Kong- raised cousin adamantly considered himself “Cantonese” rather than “from China”. That was a few years ago and after a week meandering around the city, I began to truly understand why. Cantonese people were very different from Mainlanders- their manners, attire, food, way of thinking, and etc. were something to compare. It was quite different. I loved it. I preferred it. Let these images give you a better idea:

A city of development.

 

Deeply cultured and diverse.

We shared our table at the Pho restaurant with a friendly local.

Pete and his family are from Israel. They moved to HK from LA (U.S.) to start a froyo business in HK. He offered us free samples after we started to walk away when we saw the prices outside the door.
Fresh vegetable and fruit street. This was his idea. I adore him.

Peaceful Lamma Island; a ferry ride away from the hustle & bustle of the city.

Hip Cantonese table neighbors who nicely offered to show us the nearest cafe

Beautiful Lantau Island

Leo & Jack; our new friends who made sure to show us a good time around HK

From sharing tables at a meal, because it’s normal to sit at the same table with strangers, to bumping into random foreigners to being hit on at a LKF, I’ve made some unforgettable memories and have met some incredible people I promised to remember forever.

…for 3 seconds -___- Flobots inspired me with his ravishing lyrics.

For those of you who did not know, I was physically challenged at riding a bike prior to coming to China. Yes indeed- that part of my childhood was, well, I don’t know what the heck I was doing instead of  getting on a bicycle. Perhaps I was too busy cradling Barbie dolls or shooting water guns at my cousin’s window instead. More reasonably, I was trying to evade the fear of falling after having failed attempts but I gave up like a baby and never really had to learn. Growing up with privileged public transportation, where Mom and Dad chauffeured me, and eventually having mastered the skill of driving myself, it didn’t make sense to bike when I had quicker options. At home biking is more of a past time for many. Unfortunately, I never picked up such an essential hobby.

That is until I came to Beijing- the bicycle capital of the world. I had no choice but to learn or I’d have to walk 20 minutes through campus to get to my classes each day. And knowing me, waking up extra early was just out of the question! Anywho, I met a Nigerian friend, Francis, who patiently coached me through the process. I proudly mastered the bike in less than an hour- holler! But practice made perfect. And now it has become an inexorable part of my Beijing lifestyle as I swift alongside buses and cars through heavy traffic. “Look ma, no hands” :P Ok, I’m a dork.

Learning to ride a bike is only one of many life lessons I have picked up while abroad. In fact, I go through them every day. While I have much to learn and much to experience ahead, here are some already acquired knowledge that I’d like to openly share:

1. The only people in America who consistently use the metric system are drug dealers. That’s because drug dealers are ironically smart. They know that everywhere else in the world people use measurements like celsius, meters, kilos, etc. Dahhh?! I was flabbergasted too but my brain is slowly getting used to it. The United States along with Burma and Liberia are the only regions who have not metricated. I wish they had so I don’t have to be that one American who habitually questions, “wtf?”

2. Talk to strangers. Well obviously be smart about it and don’t go up to weirdos, but you can learn a lot through conversations with potential new acquaintances. Otherwise, I would not have encountered the people I have met nor have made the friends I now have. People are interesting characters and for that I have become more tolerable of society. Following this advice-  in my life, I have met crackheads, millionaires, celebrities, bums, and my best friends. In China, it goes the same. Meet someone today and your life could change tomorrow.

3. Be patient my friends. We’ve all heard this one before but in fact, it is a very important skill I recommend we all take up. China has treated my impatience. In a country where things do not typically show at an instant or work immediately, you’d have to unfortunately sit back, relax and simply wait. I have learned not to stress about frivolous things or try to impossibly hurry things up because ultimately things will work out when you give it a chance. Worrying too much will only damage your stress hormones. Just chill and drink some damn tea.

4. Keep calm and carry on. Usually my optimism helps spread positive energy around people but lately I’ve been running out of energy. It’s a part of my idealistic mentality but now I am more of an optimistic pessimist. I think Urban Dictionary describes it best: One who tends to “hope for the best and prepare for the worst.” In all actuality, some things are just not meant to be and I’ve realized that my expectations won’t always be reached and heart breaks are meant to happen once in a while. We just have to guard ourselves, lift our heads up high and confidently walk towards the next best thing. Shit happens.

5. First impressions are always wrong. As cliche as it may sound, you really can’t judge a book by its cover. You’ve got to skim through it a bit and sometimes that’s doesn’t even do justice. You’ve got to really open it up and give it a chance. Initial impressions often swindle you from really knowing a person. Having given people a second chance, I have met incredible people whom I originally disliked. And vice versa. After meeting so many people and then getting to know them more on a personable level, I’ve grasped the fact that everyone has issues and have problems about other problems. Everyone is going through some sort of crap in their lives. We all share that in common. And that is something we normally don’t register at first glance.

6. Try drinking warm water instead of cold water. In Chinese culture, drinking ice cold water is simply “unhealthy” as it supposedly could damage your insides. My mother used to tell me “Anna, don’t drink that cold bottle of water or your uterus will freeze!” Yes, my mother is something. My friends joke about my mothers “ancient words of wisdoms” but overall, she treats me like I’m still five and tells me lies to prevent me from mistreating my body. You see, cold water apparently slows digestion and can drain your energy. Luke warm water, on the other hand, aids in digestions, drives your metabolism, prevents heart attacks, and generally is good for your body since we are warm-blooded creatures. Despite my mother’s droll words, I still prefer an iced tea in the hot summers. And like every other foreigner, I thought strangely of drinking warm water instead of cold. What I’m trying to say is- we should try following local practices, try new things, and learn something new. It is what life is all about. We should not be cooped up in stubborn thought; we miss out on possible vital information if we are unyielding to the rest of the world.

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