I saw this on my friend’s blog, and decided I would take my turn.  He borrowed it from another blog, too.  Seems there is a lot of sharing going on right now.  I didn’t know what to title this post, so I just followed their example – except they each called their’s Ten on Tuesday: Movie Edition.  Since today is Friday – Friday the 13th, to be exact -  I didn’t think it would make a lot of since calling it by that name. Well, anyway, moving on – enjoy!

1.  If you could watch only one movie for the rest of your life, what would it be?

This is tough.  I have a lot of favorite movies.  Some are funny, others are sad,  a few are even lovey-dovey, but I guess it only makes sense to pick A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984).  I’ve already seen the movie a billion times, but I figure a billion times more won’t hurt.  Even though it scared the crap out of me as a kid, no thanks to my big mean brothers, it has become one of my favorite movies.  I know it isn’t the best movie in the world, and it sure as heck didn’t win an Oscar or a Golden Globe – what horror movie ever does – but I’ve always enjoyed watching it as a stand alone movie or a part of back-to-back  A Nightmare on Elm Street movie marathon.  And I find it impressive that after all these years, I still dream about Freddy.  He just won’t leave my friends and family alone!  One of these day, I will best him in my dreams!  The movie also got me really interested in the horror genre.  Thanks to that, I took a class in college that I otherwise never would have taken.  Thank you, Bill Cooke, for the most awesome 100 Years of Horror!

2.  Let’s say someone wrote a screenplay about you; what actor/actress would you choose to play you and why?

Hrm.  This is another tough one, but I guess I’ll go with Rachel McAdams.  She’s pretty.  She’s been in a lot of good movies, and overall, I think she’s a good actress.  I don’t think she looks much like me, unless you count that she occasionally has brown hair.  This isn’t part of the question, but I would have Cillian Murphy play Phil.  If I can’t have Cillian Murphy in real life, at least an actress pretending to be me can.  Don’t worry, Phil.  I still love you.

3.  What’s the first movie you remember seeing in theaters?

Oh, God.  Let me rack my brain . . . Okay, I’ve racked away, and the earliest movie I can actually remember seeing in the theaters is Batman, but I can’t remember which one I am remembering.  Does that count?  I mean, I think I’m remembering the one released in 1989.  I am pretty sure it is that one because I remember it was a family affair.  Batman came out in June of 1989 and at the time, I was still living in New Mexico. My mom and I hadn’t moved to South Carolina yet.  Now if the question was what is the first movie I ever saw even though I don’t remember a minute of it, well, that would be easy.  I know because my mother wrote it down in my baby calendar, along with all the times I fell or was injured.  The first movie I ever saw was Chariots of Fire.  I never seen it as an adult, though.  Maybe I should.

4. Did you ever make out at the back of a movie theater in middle school/high school?

I used to think I had a pretty good memory, but these questions are proving otherwise.  I am going to say no, because I honestly can’t remember.  I suppose it is possible.  The only person I can clearly remember making out with in a theater is Phil and that was in college.  If you know me, and we dated, and at some point we made-out in the back of the movie theater sometime in high school, and you are offended that I can’t remember, I’m sorry.  My brain just isn’t what it used to be.  If by chance you are reading this and you remember, well, don’t be shy – remind me!

5. Are you a Netflix-er, Blockbuster-er or a Redbox-er? (Or none of the above?)

Once upon a time I used Netflix.  It was convenient and cheap – I liked it.  My brother was probably mad at me, because he works for Blockbuster and would have liked it had I used their service.  Now that I am living in China, the only thing I use is the internet, and it’s beautiful.  I can get my hands on just about every movie and TV show that I can think of, and I don’t have to wait for it to be released on DVD.  The only downside to that is that if it is a new movie, the quality sucks, but if I wait it out – it’s just like getting it from Netflix or Blockbuster.

6. Name one actor/actress who you would give anything to have a dinner date with.

Going back to question #2, I would choose to have dinner with Cillian Murphy.  He makes me drool.  At dinner, I would probably slip something into his drink and drag him back to my place.  I’d never ever let him go, not even if Phil threatened to divorce my happy ass.  My fascination with him began when I first saw him in 28 Days Later.  It was love at first sight – him laying butt ass naked on the hospital bed.  I think I even cheered in the theater and thanked the British for not being afraid of showing of a man below the waist.  Phil thinks I am crazy.  He says Cillian is awkward looking and that I tend to like weird looking guys.  I asked him. “Does that mean you are weird looking, too?”

7. What’s the worst movie you’ve ever seen?

Thanks to Phil, I can say Gymkata(1985). Do yourself a favor and don’t put it in your Netflix/Blockbuster queue.

8. Do you sneak snacks into the theater when you go?

It depends.  I have in the past, but sometimes I hate trying to hide my stash.  When you have a small purse or little to no pockets, it makes bringing in stuff without being caught difficult – not that I ever have.  What happens if you do get caught?  Do they kick you out or make you throw it away?

9. Movie theater popcorn: love or hate it?

Extra butter, please!

10. What is the all-time best Disney movie in your opinion?

This one is easy.  Hands down, my favorite Disney movie is Sleeping Beauty.  I always wanted a Prince Phillip.  I had to wait awhile, and he isn’t exactly royalty, but his name is Phillip.  Maybe I’ll get lucky, and Phil will find out he is the next in line for a throne somewhere.  Now that would be sweet!

Bonus question: What is your favorite chick flick?

I’m not sure if it falls under “chick flick” completely, but I really enjoy the movie Legends of the Fall(1994). It’s sorta like a chick flick – it’s got romance and love and what not, but it also has war and other manly themes.  Every time I watch it, it makes me cry – so I guess it has be somewhat of a chick flick.

I should have never reminded Phil of Gymkata. He just made me look for and download it because his copy is crap.  I’m afraid my computer might blow up because it truly is that bad.  If you watch even five minutes of that wretched movie, I want you to remember that I warned you!

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Looking through Phil’s old iphone pictures, I stumbled upon a memorable eggplant.  We found this guy in the Peach Blossoms grocery store in Linyi, Shandong, China.  It made me giggle.  Yeah, I’m a perv.  Shoot me.  You would have giggled, too.  Don’t lie.  You are probably giggling right now.  And I wont’ mention any egghead jokes, if you won’t.  Oops . . .  I guess I already did.

Maybe the eggplant should hook up with the rather strange sweet potato I found at Wal-Mart in Columbia.  With a little love and some dirty fertilizer action, they’d be having some beautiful Eggtatos in no time.  I’d buy it.

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I am entirely too tired to write about my 3 day trip to ChangXing or YiXing or go into detail about my second 15 minutes of fame, but I thought I would at least share a picture of my evil dog, Meili.

This is what Meili, a Shiba Inu, looked liked a little before we brought her home.

And this is what she looks like now . . .

When she wants to, she can look super evil. She loves to show her teeth. I try to tell her no, but that just gets her even more excited.

On the way home from my trip today, Phil called to tell me that we were not going to get our deposit back when we leave the apartment. I asked why, and he said because Meili decided to eat the wall. I can’t imagine eating dry wall is good for a dog. I hope it doesn’t kill her. My friend is coming tomorrow to look at it to see if she find someone to come and fix it before we leave. I would really like my 4,500 yuan back.

I should have my head examined for wanting to buy a dog. How was I supposed to know that she would end up being the spawn of Satan?

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When Phil and I lived in Linyi, Shandong, China, my boss knew a guy who needed some white faces for a commercial.  We didn’t have anything else better to do, so we said we’d help him out.  Plus, they said they would give us a free night stay if we would do it.  I never pass up free night stays in five star hotels.  Money would have been nice, too, but whatever, it was an experience and experiences last longer than money.

The Huasheng Jiang Quan Hotel and Town is located on the outskirts of Linyi.  It doesn’t look like it belongs there.  It is this massive building standing tall amongst all the other buildings out there – mostly homes of poorer Chinese and the Double Moon campus of Linyi University.

Before we went to the hotel, the friend of my boss, who I lovingly refer to as The General because he smokes General cigarettes like they are going out of style,  took Phil to get a new tie and a white shirt.  It would have been awesome if he had gotten a whole new suit out of the deal.  Oh, and The General didn’t speak a lick of English, so trying to communicate with him all day was interesting, to say the least.

Here is Phil in his new tie and shirt before he got covered in makeup.

Doesn’t he look regal?  Phil was very lucky that the staff was super awesome at the hotel.  When we went to follow The General up to our room, Phil accidentally left his laptop in the lobby.  When we came back down, a woman rushed over and handed it to him.  In any other country, in any other hotel, that laptop would have been history.  Something similar to that happened when I left my $600 phone in a coffee bar in Linyi.  The attendants held on to it until I realized my mistake.  Maybe the people of Linyi are just awesome.

Before we were made pretty, we got to watch a few scenes filmed in one of the biggest hotel rooms I have ever seen.  Too bad it wasn’t the room they offered us.  It was a two story room with really fancy furniture.  Here are a few pictures.

They had that poor girl walk up and down those stairs until they got the perfect shot.  She got so frustrated.  The guy in blue is the director, and he is from Shanghai.  I should totally drop him a line to see if he needs a foreigner for anything.  I’ve got his business card with me somewhere in this apartment.  He didn’t speak much English either, but we got by.  Since our parts didn’t require speaking, he just mimed what he wanted us to do.

Before they were able to film this shot, they had to get several people to pull back the curtains.  They were really hard to move.  I don’t think it was because they were very heavy.  The curtains were just really, really long and it took more than a good tug open them.  They went almost to the ceiling.   Just like on the stairs, they filmed her in the window over and over again until they thought the shot was perfect.

Phil really, really, really did not want to put on make-up, but he did it anyway.  The lady put way too much on both of us.  We didn’t turn out too bad in the commercial, so maybe she knew what she was doing.

Phil partially learned what it is like to a woman . . . and he didn’t like it.  I now have a picture to blackmail him if we ever have kids.  Haha!

And, well, I already knew what it was like to be a woman . . . and half of the time I hate it!  It isn’t the most flattering picture of me in the world, but I thought it was fair if I posted both of our pictures.  I am such a kind and thoughtful wife.

The General is a very happy, go lucky kind of guy and he loves to smoke.  When he dies of cancer, they will probably bury him with an afterlife supply of cartons and light a cigarette in his mouth before they close the casket.  And no, I don’t want the poor man to die of cancer, but if you saw how much this man smoked, you would think the same thing.

I can’t count the number of times they had to shoot us getting out of the limo.  It wasn’t because we didn’t know how to get out properly.  It was because the limo had automatic locks, and the driver kept forgetting to unlock the door when the guy came to open it.  Also, the driver had issues stopping just right.  In the video, you can see what I mean.  The limo stops and the rolls back a little.  I don’t think the director liked that, but eventually he gave up.

Another area where they filmed us.   The lobby of the hotel is absolutely gorgeous.  When I first walked in, I didn’t feel like I was in China anymore.

If I remember correctly, the woman in white was a student at Linyi University and she was majoring in English.  I ran into her months later and I barely recognized her because she was wearing street clothes.  The guy on the far right did a complete 180 after filming was done.  When I saw him at dinner, I could of sworn he was a completely different guy.  He went from prim and proper to punk rocker.  This is the room where they filmed us drinking wine.  I don’t like wine, so I am glad it only took them a few shots to get it right.  The director is standing in the middle.

After a long day of filming, The General took me, Phil, the director and the punk rocker dude(he isn’t in the picture) out to a restaurant that was even more in the middle of nowhere than the hotel was.  He took us to what I would call a fish farm.  So, you can imagine that most of what was served was fish.  At this point, I was experiencing a rather significant headache.  I think it was caused by some fumes that we accidentally inhaled when walking around the hotel.  They were fumigating or something and didn’t bother to warn us as we changed locations.  I’ll never forget the slew of cooks running down the hallway, one of them screaming in English, “Dangerous! Poison! Get out!”   Luckily, there was a doctor near the hotel that was able to give me some honest to god ibuprofen.  If it hadn’t been for that, I think I may have died.  They wanted to know if I needed to go the hospital.  My head hurt so bad that I couldn’t eat anything and I felt like I was going to throw up.  I was so happy to get back to our room later that night and crash. The only thing that sucked was that we had to get up early and go to work.  We weren’t really given the opportunity to enjoy our stay.

Okay, now that you’ve read about our day, you can watch the final product.  Phil and I are in the commercial about 5 or 6 times.  And you will notice it isn’t a 30 second spot.  It is more of a promotional video than anything.  You probably won’t notice, but parts of the commercial were filmed months a part.  It was a good thing I still had the same clothes.  My hair probably wasn’t as red the second time around, though.  I will talk more about the second day of filming next time because it leads into the second commercial we did for The General and Phil’s proposal.  Hope you like it!

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Batman fights tough, so he sometimes breaks a kneecap.  It’s no big deal, though.  He can just whip out his trusty super glue and be back in action in no time at all.

A few days before I took this picture, I bought what I thought was a pen, only to find out later it was actually a pencil.   Irritated, I went back to the store to find a real pen and saw this item hanging up.  There was an entire wall of these things.  The funny part, besides the obvious, was that most of them weren’t pens.  They were pencils.  If I had had a Sharpie, I would have written a big NOT, so that other people would not have been tricked into buying fake pens.  Oh, China.

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It doesn’t have the same ring as Bond, James Bond, does it?

A couple of Fridays ago, I went with my neighbor to sit in on their English lesson.  Almost every single person there is retired and over the age of 70.  They decided since they no longer work, they might as well do something productive, and learning English seemed like a good idea.  Some of their English is very good, while others are shy and are still learning.  Some of them have even gone to the United States.

The first week, I more or less listened.  A few times they asked me to help with pronunciation.  They had a hard time pronouncing words like camera and digital.  I also gave me them new words to liven up their vocabulary.  They thanked me over and over for coming and helping them learn.  I told them it was my pleasure, and that I admired them for learning English.  They asked me if I would be back the following week, and I said that I would.  Hey, I don’t have anything else to do on Friday at 9:30 a.m.  And it is kinda cool hanging with people that have seen China change so drastically over the last several years.

The woman on the far right lives in the building next to me.  Her name is Gan Youfan.  I met her and her husband, who both speak English rather well, a few days after I arrived in Shanghai.  Their grand-daughter is American.  That is part of the reason they decided to learn English.  The second and third person down from her are the two ladies who have decided to teach me Chinese in their spare time. Their names are Cau Yuehua and Jiang Zhenrong.  I asked them if they wanted English names and they got so excited.  Usually, I am really awesome at choosing names on the fly, but knowing they would have difficulty with the names my mind could create, I had to go with simpler names.  For Cao, I chose Katie and for Jiang I chose Jody.  They really seemed to like their names and said them over and over again.  For those of you who don’t know.  Chinese names are written with the surname, the family name, and then the first name.  So, in China I would be Olexa Gabrielle.  To me, that just looks weird.

The second guy from the left visited America for a few months several years ago.  I asked him if liked American food, mostly because Chinese people are always asking me I like Chinese food.  He very frankly said, “No.”  It made me laugh.  Maybe, like me, he just didn’t know what to order.

During our first meeting, everyone wanted to know my email, so I gladly gave it out.  One woman, maybe it was Cao, asked if I had MSN messenger.  I told her no, that I didn’t, but that I had QQ, the Chinese equivalent.  Almost all of them perked up and said, “You have QQ?!  What is your number?!”  I found this extremely funny because I don’t know many 70+ year old people in America who are as technologically savvy as these people.   Nearly every person in the room can text, send emails, and use an instant messenger service.  I’m not going to point fingers or anything, but there are a few closely related people reading this blog that should be ashamed of themselves.  If a bunch of retired folks in China can learn how to speak English and use modern day technology, well, you should, too – except, you should be taking the time learn Chinese or some other language!

A few days later, I received an email from Cao.  It  reminded me of the days when my middle school students would send me thank you emails.  I found it very touching.  And I don’t know how, but apparently, I went to graduate school and got my PhD because I am now Dr. Gabe.

Dear Dr. Gabe :

Yours Sincerely

Cao Yuehua

I responded to her email saying that it was my pleasure and that I enjoyed spending time with them.  I mentioned that I wished my Chinese was as good as their English and that the following week I would like to teach them all how to sing “Take Me out to the Ball Game”.

Because I am a baseball fan, or more importantly, an Atlanta Braves fan, it is my duty to spread the word of baseball to everyone I meet.  One of these days, China will love baseball as much as they love basketball.  It may take years to bring the love of baseball to China, but I’ve got time.  I’m not even 30 yet! 

Speaking of baseball, when Phil and I were walking around the university just across the street, I saw a whole bunch of students wearing New York Yankees(curse them) uniforms.  They even had metal bats, gloves, and cleats!  I nearly fainted.  It was the first time I have ever seen Chinese students seriously partaking in baseball.  I stared in awe for about ten minutes and then Phil drug me away.

So, the following Friday, I showed up with lyric sheets and a mission – teach these people what baseball is and how to sing “Take Me out to the Ball Game”.  Only a few people had arrived when I showed up.  Cao was already there and wanted to show me something.  She unfolded a newspaper and placed it on the table for me to read.  Cao had written the entire contents of my email on the newspaper so that everyone could know what I said.  I was like, “Yep, that is what I wrote.”  As people came in, she showed it to them and explained what it said if they didn’t understand it completely.

I tried my best to teach them the basics of baseball.  I think they grasped most of what I said.  And then came the hard part.  I had to teach them how to sing “Take Me out to the Ball Game”.  I had them read the lyrics to themselves first, and had them ask questions about words they didn’t understand.  Most of the words are very simple, but there were a few that they didn’t understand.  I had to teach them what Cracker Jack was, what rooting meant, and I tried my best to describe the meaning of “old ball game”.  After a bunch of practice, they more or less got it.  Thankfully, they were okay with me capturing them on video.  I would have been mad if they hadn’t – for one guy had his HD camera out the entire time – recording everything I said and did!  I wish I had just let them sing, because my voice was loud and it sorta drowns them out, but I think it helped them out, too.  And here it is!

The guy on the far left, in the video, told me, “Frankly speaking, I find this very hard. I would rather sing Peking Opera.”  This made me wonder what a Peking Opera version of “Take Me out to the Ball Game” would sound like.  My brain would probably leak out of my ears.  Peking Opera to me sounds like a fleet of cats dying in agony.

Maybe one day, these guys and gals will make it to a MLB game somewhere and stand up during the 7th inning stretch and sing the song and make me proud!  I’ll keep my fingers crossed!

Last night, right before I was going to bed, I checked my email.  I had another one from Cao.  When I first started reading it, I didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t take long to figure it out.  It totally made my day.  I think it is one of the most creative things I ever seen someone Chinese do. Here is what she said:

Cao Yuehua

Isn’t that just awesome?  I thought so.  Okay, well, now that I have typed your eyes off, I should probably stop while I am ahead, and save something for the next post.  I think I will share Meili, my evil Shiba Inu with you next.

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Okay, yesterday I posted about how I came across some pious Buddhists releasing some sparrows and a fish back into the wild.  I said that I did not have my camera and that I wasn’t able to catch any of it to share.  It is true that I didn’t have my camera, but luckily, Phil had his iPhone on him, and even though the quality isn’t that great, I was able to catch some of what I saw.  When I posted yesterday, Phil wasn’t home, so I wasn’t able to get the video off of his phone to put it in with that post.  It isn’t much, but it’s better than nothing, I suppose.  They had already released some of the birds when Phil said I should just use his phone.  I guess I was complaining the whole time that I had forgotten my camera and he finally got annoyed!  Me?  Annoying?  No way!  Well, here we go – enjoy!

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And I don’t have a picture or a video of it because I didn’t want to lug my purse around when Phil and I took Meili for a walk.  Never again will I leave home without it.

Our community is really nice. We have a lot of trees, ponds, grassy areas, and part of the complex borders on the river.  We decided to take Meili down to the river to see how she would react to the water.  As we strolled down the boardwalk, I started hearing some commotion.

It sounded a lot like chanting, so I said to Phil, “Are we interrupting a cult meeting?”

“It’s sounds like they are worshiping Jesus.”  Cult . . . religion . . . what’s the difference?  And I seriously doubted they were worshiping Jesus, not if they wanted something like this to go down – click me to read about an underground Beijing church that got busted.

Then I started to hear a lot of birds chirping.  Too many for it to be a coincidence.  As we rounded the corner, the people came into view and so did the cages they were standing around.  “Then what are all the sparrows for?”

About 20 people were standing in a circle around 8 cages full of sparrows.  And by cages, I mean large boxes with lids made of wire.  Each box probably contained 50 sparrows each.   Almost everyone  there was holding a small, flimsy book and reading the passages out loud.    Most of the people were dressed in normal everyday clothes, but one was dressed like a monk.  I decided to take a seat because I had to find out what they were doing.  Were they going to sacrifice the birds?  Were they going to let them go? And what about the single fish chilling in the over-sized cup?  What are they going to do with him?

The chanting went on for several more minutes, and then finally, without warning, everyone started to sing.  The song sounded a lot like chanting, too, and they sang the same 4 or 5 verses over and over again.  At this point, I would have been really happy to understand Chinese.

The monk went to a table and picked up a green water bottle.  He shook it up, and then preceded to spray the sparrows with it.  The birds did not like this.  They fluttered and tried to run from the water, but of course, there was no where for them to go.  Another person went to the table and grabbed what appeared to be bird seed or some sort of grain.  A few others took notice and did the same.  Slowly, they sprinkled the bird seed over the sparrows.  I couldn’t tell if the birds liked this aspect of the ritual or not.  They were still fluttering like mad because of the water. The singing, the spraying of the water and the tossing of the food continued for sometime.

Without any indication, at least, not that I noticed, some of the people started to walk away.  A few others stayed behind and picked up the cages.  The birds were really starting to freak out now.  Everyone was still singing as they walked passed me, Phil, and Meili.  One woman stopped and crouched next to Meili.  I have no idea what she said, but I would almost swear that she prayed over her.

The group then moved over to a grassy area and sat the boxes of birds down.  As they continued to sing, they began to open up the boxes.  The birds, stressed to the max, all tried to escape at the same time.  The sky was a torrent of feathers.

Some of the birds knew it was best to fly far, far away, but others decided that the ground was a comfortable place to hang out.  I waited around to see what they were going to do with the fish, but I lost track of him.  Maybe someone already took him down to the river and I just didn’t see them.  He’s probably dead now, and the river probably killed him.

As we walked Meili around the area a little longer, the population of sparrows seemed to have quadrupled.  They were everywhere.

Well, thanks to the internet, I think I know what happened and why.  If I am right, the people were just being pious Buddhists.  According to Wikipedia, “In East Asian Buddhism, and particularly in China, the release of animals, particularly birds or fish, into their natural environment became an important way of demonstrating Buddhist piety. In China it was known as fang sheng. This practice is based on a passage in the Mahāyāna Sūtra of Brahma’s Net, which states that “…all the beings in the six paths of existence are my parents. If I should kill and eat them, it is the same as killing my own parents. … Since to be reborn into one existence after another is the permanent and unalterable law, we should teach people to release sentient beings.”‘

I’m still mad that I didn’t have my camera.  It was so interesting to watch.  Maybe I’ll get lucky one of these days and be able to capture  the memory in a different way and not have to rely on my brain to explain exactly what happened.

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During our trip to Xingping located in the Guangxi province of China last summer, I got a peek of what 2012 will look like right before I blink out of existence.

I wish I had had just a little more sun light, so that the pictures would have been a bit more clear.   The pictures, of course, doesn’t do the scene justice – like almost every other picture I’ve ever taken in that area.

Everyone was taking pictures of the ominous clouds rolling in as night fell on the rooftop of our hostel.

And if I had a telephoto lens, this picture would have been awesome, but woe is me.  This picture was taken from the balcony of our hotel in Yangshuo.  As I have mentioned before, if you ever visit Yangshuo, you should stay at Riverside Retreat. It is where we have stayed both times that we have gone.  It is about a 10 minute walk from the city, but the place is clean, comfortable, and the staff is really friendly.  And if you don’t want to walk to town to eat, they serve breakfast, lunch and dinner at reasonable prices.  It is a great place to go if you want to relax and get away from the world.  The views are some of the best, too.  If my parents ever come to visit me in China, this is one of the places I am going to take them.  If I ever win a huge sum of money, I am moving to Yangshuo, and open up my own hotel/hostel.

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Seems I have been a very bad blogger.  I would apologize, but I figure this sort of thing is bound to happen a lot.  I have been very busy this last month and a bit sick.  Wanted to post something, though, so that you could see a little through my eyes.

What was given to us at one of our dinners here. The white fruit with black seeds is known as Dragon Fruit and it pretty good stuff. The first time we came to China, I called it Mario Fruit, because well, it looked like something out of Mario World.

I saw this when I was walking through one of the bigger grocery stores here.  It made me laugh not only because of the picture, but because it was in the kid’s section of the store.

I had no idea all of China could fit in a box this small. I want to buy it just to see what kind of game it is.

What we were given to us for getting an account through the China Construction Bank – without the mustache of course.

If in need, the acne fighters for both men and women are here.

How water is delivered here.

This is one of the strangest Chinese birds I have ever seen.  It has white and black wings.

That is all for now, folks. I have to eat me some PB&J and go to bed.

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