One advice received: "强迫你学一门中国国粹,你会学什么呢?
I wonder who can teach me what?
The first snow fall in Shanghai was met with different reactions. Some squealed with delight when snowflake fell onto their faces, others pulled their coats closed and groaned. But a gentleman next to me on the plane, came up with a beautiful poem 诗. He wrote it in my diary.
Sitting next to me on my flight home from Changsha is a young man studiously reading an English dictionary as thick as a brick! I cant help but ask. Turned out he was on his way to Hong Kong to take the SAT test, a qualifier to study in the States and he was working on polishing up his English.

I was assured that laid deep within that gaudy gold building along Nanjingxilu Shanghai are the very best Chinese doctors. Climbed up a long flight of stairs (I wonder how the sick and frail do this), was greeted by a few middle aged ladies with out-of-fashion curly hair styles and dressed in white coats that have seen better days. Paid RMB20, was given a number and told to sit in a long dim corridor to wait. I surveyed the surroundings with a sense of trepidation. The walls were plaster boards that looked like it was put up overnight by fly-by-night type of operations. The oldish-looking doctor in the room was spotting Brad Pitt’s type of few day old stubbles (except he was not Brad Pitt by any measure of imagination) and had the same crinkly looking white (once white?) coat on. “This is the best?” I questioned silently and fidgetted in my seat.
My turn soon came. The doctor looked at me kindly and put three fingers across my wrist to listen to the pulse. “Hmmm..” he scratched his three day old beard dreamily. The other wrist, he gestured with his index finger. More “hmmm”. I waited for the prognosis. The doctor shifted slowly in his chair and said to me. “You have…hmmm...what do you call it? Hmmm…inner fire”. I looked back at him and said, “Like a dragon?” A smile, a twinkle and the reply, “Quite so”. “Hmmm” I said, keeping my mouth shut tightly so as not to burn him with my breath.
One of the songs we are taught in kindergarten is "rain rain go away, come back on another day", giving rain a bad name and making us into little sun worshippers.
One of my favourite books is called Simple Abundance. A book of about 2 inches thick, my bear always laughs when he sees me reading it, because "how can a thick book like that be simple?", the bear challenges. But wait. The simplicity lies not in the physical lightness of the book, but lies in the lightness of the inspiration and the illumination received from the ideas. It highlights some simple pleasures in life that we have thrown aside as our calendars get really crowded, our lives get more sophisticated and when demands pile mercilessly upon us.
In a humid Chinese factory bigger than 10 football fields, I looked out across the sea of black-haired heads bent studiously over the work bench. Fingers furiously sticking pieces of Nike ticks and bits of material onto a sneaker destined for faraway places. It was there I had an epiphany.![]() |
| drawing by Wawa |