Showing posts with label China. Show all posts
Showing posts with label China. Show all posts

Friday, 3 October 2014

Occupy Central in Hong Kong

It's been a tumultuous few weeks in Hong Kong. One of my best friends is currently on exchange at Hong Kong University, and she tells me that every day there are students skipping class to take part in their own Occupy Central protest on university grounds. Classes have diminished in size, while public spaces, mostly centred around Admiralty, have ballooned with impassioned truants.

Here's a photo she sent me:




Who knows what will happen a week from now - whether it's going to escalate or die down - but it has been fascinating watching the responses of my peers to Occupy Central. Over this past weekend, a number of my mother's colleagues staged a peaceful demonstration outside the Victorian State Library, holding placards emblazoned with democratic slogans and draped with yellow ribbon. A man whom I personally know was said to have orchestrated the event, and later on in the day, I saw a Facebook video of him making a rousing speech to at least a hundred others about how overseas Hong Kongers must show their support and pride for those at 'home'.

"Later, if someone comes up to make a speech - film it, put it online and let everyone know that the Hong Kong people of Melbourne are not just sitting here doing nothing, but that we also have a voice. We will let the world know, the people in Hong Kong know, that we are actively supporting democratic Hong Kong!" 

Video accessible here:




Saturday, 15 February 2014

Weekly News Dump 15/2/2014

Happy Valentine's!



Caption: “Recently, a detachment of officers and men from the People’s Armed Police in Liangshan, Sichuan held roses to depict ‘thousand-armed Guanyin,’ celebrate Valentine’s Day’s arrival, and use this opportunity to express sincerest wishes to their sweethearts a world away.”


Ugly side of beauty business
Global Times | 2014-2-13 18:38:07 
By Lin Meilian



"At 5'9 ('short'), in my mid-20s ('old') and a curvier-than-average frame ('fat'), I probably wouldn't have worked as a model in Paris or Milan, but I was embraced by Istanbul and China," she wrote. 

...  dem bracketed explanations.

The Chinese traditional greeting "Have you eaten?" sounds very annoying to Western models as they are constantly hungry, Maria Makarenko, 21, a Russian model and actress in Beijing, told the Global Times.

...

"Sex will always quietly surround those who make a career selling their image," she wrote. "But in Asia, it's pervasive: model life, if one so chooses, becomes a hypersexual nightscape of drugs and promiscuity." 

One of her friends, a Canadian model named Rebecca, was once asked by the manager of one of Beijing's most popular nightclubs to stay for one such after-party. She was told she could earn 10,000 yuan in one night for "entertaining" a Chinese businessman. 

"After refusing, she returned home in tears," she wrote.

Full article via Global Times

Norway Mass Murderer Demands Better Video Games in Prison



Anders Behring Brevik killed 77 people in Norway in 2011. Since he said that he usedCall of Duty to practice his aiming andWorld of Warcraft to hide his plans, video games have been became part of the story of his horrific crime. Now, 18 months into a 21-year prison sentence, he's demanding that his PS2 be upgraded to a PS3.

Via Kotaku


Former Japanese Prime Minister Meets Comfort Women

via The Diplomat , Feb 15, 2014
Considering that in the past few weeks, Japanese PM Shinzo Abe, his LDP cronies and the NHK media have made amazingly stupid and provocative comments/actions that completely deny Japan's wartime aggression, this comes as a nice interregnum in the whole 'LET'S STIR SHIT UP' mentality of the Japanese government.

Viral Drinking Game Kills 4 

Video via CNN, Feb 14, 2014
The Neknominate dares have caught on in Britain and now the Brits are going absolutely crazy, with politicians getting in on the safety debate and outraged dads being pulled in for interviews.

A Vintage Commercial for Contraceptive Pills in Korea

via www.thegrandnarrative.com .  Click link for detailed analysis.


How a Math Genius Hacked OkCupid to Find True Love



An uber cool read: via Wired


Tuesday, 11 February 2014

I went to Shanghai on a study abroad program (Nov 2013 - Jan 2014) !!!




Also, I've told so many stories and written so many articles and posts about the neon-lit, drug-addled debauchery of Shanghai's nightlife wonderful teachers and students at my host university that I can no longer be screwed writing about it again. Almost as worse as studying Shakespeare and VCE Chinese, this automatic expectation that I relate 'all the juicy details' of my adventures in Shanghai is one of the most tedious things I've ever had to do.  I HATE IT. I HATE IT MORE THAN THE FINALE OF AMERICAN HORROR STORY SEASON 3. 

ADSHFASIDHFAWEIUHDAFHDSAHFDWAUEFH.

Therefore, I will be linking everyone to the politically correct (nontheless truthful) article I wrote for E-Magazine. It will also be distributed at Monash University during O-Week, so look out for it.  If you're looking for some of those juicier details, visit my other blog (which unfortunately, is only accessible by a limited no. of people because I have nightmares about potential employers finding it during a stalking sesh and proceeding to shit their pants at my puerile douchebaggery).   

Anyway.

Yeah.  Shanghai is why I haven't been blogging for the last three months.  If I had to give a laconic precis, it would be:

Studying abroad in Shanghai changed my life, not because it drastically improved my Chinese, but because I met amazing people and made great, and I hope, lifelong friendships with many of them.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, YAY I CAN NOW BLOG ABOUT THINGS I ACTUALLY LIKE TO BLOG ABOUT.

Monday, 1 July 2013

Movie: 'Finding Mr. Right' - teaching Chinese women that love matters more than money

Finding Mr. Right is an unfortunate C-grade appellation for a good movie with legitimate feels and a very important message for young Chinese women in today's age: money can't buy you happiness.

Context.

As much of a platitude as that is, anyone who knows anything about contemporary China will recognise how notoriously materialistic and superficial women have become in dating and courtship.  "I would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle" is an infamous quote uttered by 22 year old Ma Nuo on China's top TV dating show after a suitor asked her if she would ride on a bicycle with him on a date.  These words have since become emblematic of the shallowness of modern Chinese women and a sad reflection of the society they live in.  


For a movie which so effectively attacks that culture, the title 'Finding Mr. Right' is like taking a massive stinkin' shit and then pissing all over the movie's credibility.  It makes the movie sound generic and dumb and shallow when it's much more sophisticated than all other Chinese rom-coms.  Admittedly, some characters were cartoonish and the ending was corny as but it's better to think of it as a fable - strong for its moral lesson and likeable simplicity.

I liked it because it sounds like such an innocuous, forgettable rom-com when really, it makes such a damning criticism of the superficial attitudes which permeate the social scene of metropolitan China: the growing obsession with money 钱, social status 社会地位and connections - 关系.

There are no shallow love triangles; no drop dead gorgeous hunks running around with roses and chocolates; none of that nauseating Katherine Heigl desperation being channelled by the protagonist as so often seen in rom-coms.

Instead, it focuses more on family interaction than dating, while striking a great balance between funny and serious social commentary.  It seems hard but director Xialu Xue manages to do it with sufficient skill, ringing the alarm bell loud and clear:  you may choose a man because he can afford you Chanel and Hermes, but is it worth it if your life ends up devoid of true love and happiness?  

Choosing a man for his financial assets rather than true love is something most Chinese women know is not right but they do it anyway, predominantly because of pressure from their family which is worsened by long-standing socio-economic conditions - soaring prices of real estate in China, discrimination against women in the workplace, the tradition of the man being the breadwinner etc.  It has come to the point where some young women don't believe that love is a concomitant factor in marriage.  What is marriage but just another of life's stepping stones?

Story.

The story is mainly centred around a beautiful young woman named Wen Jiajia, played by TANG WEI.  You may remember her from Ang Lee's much lauded espionage thriller Lust, Caution.  You may also remember loads of explicit sex in that movie and that Tang Wei alone was freaking blacklisted and effectively banished from the industry for two years by Chinese authorities.  This was despite the fact that it garnered rave reviews internationally and had people talking about her as potential Oscar material.  I haven't actually seen the whole thing but I was pissed off that she, the brilliant newcomer, was banned while Tony Leung, the main guy, got away scot free.  JEZUZ.


Wen, who speaks really shitty no English, first appears in the movie as a glamorous, spoilt, obnoxious, bossy, demanding, massive freaking bitch. She's a mistress.  And she's pregnant.  Like in reality, so many Chinese mistresses who get knocked up by their sugar daddies (干爹) end up jetting off to America to give birth.  Reasons:

1. Hide the child from authorities cos one child policy
2. Hide secret family from wife
3. Allow the child to get a green card to foreign citizenship

So she ends up in a suburban house for pregnant Chinese women, driven there by a reticent ex-doctor named Frank who has resorted partly to chauffeuring these women as a livelihood.  At first, Wen bullies Frank for being an incompetent chauffeur and tries to buy off the best room in the house as well as pay the lady who runs it to wash her clothes and cook ewwww seafood.  To Wen, whom has been spoilt by her lover with a continuous supply of shiny designer bags and an unlimited credit card, anything can be solved with cash.

Also keep in mind that such houses do exist in America and are considered illegal because the women they profit off are not actually travelling to America for 'pleasure'.  Yes, they lied.  They're just there to do all their shady stuff and get an American citizenship for their kid.


Meanwhile, we discover that the adorably timid Frank is actually a very kind-hearted father whose wife, a hugely successful businesswoman who now lives in a giannnnnnnnnnnnt colonial style mansion with wtf a Rolls Royce (??) in the front yard, had left him.  It is strongly suggested that she did so because her career had taken off and his has not.  She wanted someone better.  Someone who could match her.  Frank, despite being a well respected surgeon back in China who even Wen's father once desperately sought treatment from, could not practice in America until he passed the board, something he put off so he could look after his daughter while his wife went to work.

The contrast between these two main characters is something my dad really noticed and enjoyed about this movie because it highlighted the cultural differences between east and west, demonstrating the way women were not socially repressed in America and able to turn the tables on their husbands.  In China, the man is generally perceived to be the breadwinner and the wife.... a dutiful wife, lul, a supporting domestic figure.   And it's always the man who leaves his partner to find someone younger and prettier.  Suddenly, the film is like  HOMG LOOK AT THIS SHIT.  Here's a guy who volunteered to be a stay at home father and then was flung aside by his wife for someone richer and higher up the social ladder because he's not good enough.  And the notion of the wife as the breadwinner?

"Unthinkable," my dad said., "very embarrassing for men in China, even today."

SIXTY per cent of Chinese officials who come under investigation for corruption are also keeping full-time mistresses, according to a study by the Renmin University of China.
          - The Australian 

Moreover, my dad used to work for the Chinese government and when he went off to play tennis with his mates, there would always be one or two guys who'd show up with a pretty young girl - their mistress.  These men drank.  They smoked.  They gambled.  They were openly sexist. It would be unsurprising if some of them had engaged in corrupt practices.  My dad was the only one who steered away from these 'conventions'.  He and my aunt said a rich and powerful Chinese man who doesn't have a mistress is a social anomaly.

Most Critics who reviewed this movie and don't understand its contextual background are obviously perplexed at why a 'generic' rom com has been such a massive hit at the Chinese box office.  What they don't know is how institutionalised cheating is among wealthy and even middle class Chinese and the growing frustrations of Chinese women who feel like they must accept the status quo because they have no ability to change the power imbalance between men and women. It's a highly contentious issue and by attacking it head on from the perspective of the mistress, whom everyone is automatically positioned to hate, the director really struck a chord with Chinese audiences.



Significantly, Frank represents a reversal of these roles in a democratic western environment - he represents change:  it is possible to find a man who will sacrifice his career for family - it is possible to find a man who will respect you and truly love you, while women can also achieve great things and earn the recognition and respect they deserve.  And yet! women can also exhibit gross avarice for wealth and social status, taking love for granted and neglecting their partner.  It's not just misogynistic Chinese men who are capable of such selfishness.  And so the key principle to take away is that neither women nor men, who are equals, should ever treat their partners like an unimportant piece of shit.  Pretty much.

As the movie progresses, the predictable happens.  By interacting with Frank and his daughter, Wen begins to realise what having a family and true love really means.  An enjoyable and what my dad called a "nuanced" performance from Tang Wei sees Wen transform from the materialistic fobby brat to a humble woman who realises how meaningless money really is in her life, especially when her credit card suddenly stops working because her lover is being investigated for corruption - another veiled criticism of Chinese society.   Pregnant in America, knowing little English and without any money, Wen has to start working.  And Frank is always there to support her.

In comparison, I loved how we never saw Wen's lover appear on screen but were only able to hear his voice when she talks to him through the phone - a virtual lover.  He would console her, promise her he'd visit but these promises were always broken and inadequately compensated by another LV bag sent via mail.  His physical absence, especially during the penultimate scenes where she flies back to China for one last crack at a life with her original lover are a devastating reality for those women who think that being a mistress of a rich man is a satisfying expedition to happiness.


In those scenes, Wen walks around an apartment where the huge rooms are literally gold and filled with ostentatiously expensive Louis XIV furniture.  The camera pans across the rooms and shows us how utterly magnificent the apartment is... and yet, it's an airy, empty place - a home completely devoid of love and warmth.  We knew that she was reluctant to fly back but now she has truly recognised how pathetic her life has become.

With tears streaming down her face, Wen leaves a life of LV bags and Mercs and carves out a happier life in America as a single mother, starting her own cooking blog and learning how to fix her own broken taps (literally).  Of course, you get your happy ending with Frank, which is what audiences want but which I actually disliked because it ultimately perpetuates the idea that a woman needs a man to be happy.  Wow I sound like a feminist.

The great thing about this movie is that it doesn't demonise Wen because she is a mistress and thus doesn't exacerbate the current rifts among Chinese women.  It demonises Chinese society for encouraging spoilt, selfish and superficial behaviour, with Wen symbolising this perfectly at the beginning with her obnoxious tantrums and money-solves-all attitude.  Because she is able to improve, the movie shows that China too can change.

Overall, Finding Mr. Right is a deeper movie than its rom-com genre paints it as and would mean much more to a Chinese audience than audiences elsewhere.  Not quite an award winning masterpiece but an effective and simple caveat for Chinese women to look beyond the ¥¥¥ and perhaps more implicitly, strive to break the social conventions that have suppressed them for so long by empowering themselves through their own achievements.


Sunday, 16 June 2013

So you think you’re smarter than a Chinese high school student? WELL DO YOU?



Global times Facebook page:

Over 9 million Chinese high school seniors take the most important test of their lives on June 7. Experience all the pain and glory by taking a crack at our Gaokao Mini-Essay Contest during June 7 to June 16 on Sina Weibo and Facebook. There’s no character limit, so go nuts. Post as much as it takes for you to get your point across in our Facebook page, and cross your fingers. Winners will be announced on June 20, keep checking our Facebook page and Weibo account for updates!

And if you know anything about Gaokao questions, it's that:
1. They are a literal equivalent of life or death for students and for animals (in one city, frogs from a nearby lake had to be put to death so they didn't disrupt Gaokao exams with the noise they made)
2. They have the most fucked up questions you'll ever encounter in the course of your academic life or just, life in general.
3.  It's so competitive that diligent students get hooked up to IV drips in the classroom

Beijing Cream recently posted a hilarious parody piece about the sort of questions the Gaokao churns out to those poor mainland students every year and here is an example:


“If Edison was able to visit the 21st century” is a short stone’s throw away from, “If Jesus were alive today,” or, “If dinosaurs landed in San Diego…”
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Old McDonald’s farm was glorious and prosperous, except for foreign agents who hated cell phones. Explain your high school existence, keeping in mind Isaac Newton loves apples.
In conclusion, WHAT WOULD YOU DO if donkeys could mate with the skeletons of pigs?
And check out this explosive diarrhea of a question:


Again, that’s:
Everyday [sic] we strive for what we think is important, but there are more important things in this world. People have different opinions on the matter. Please select a point of view and write an essay about your thoughts.
Can I pick the point of view of a rubber duck?
Every day, afloat upon the patchy waters of Victora Harbor, I wake to a red sun that speaks to the cold flame of my solitude. There is an everlasting sadness that you cannot know, burning fierce in the east where the schoolchildren of our country once tilted their heads to sing. Where is that joy, now?
I look west, and the pebbly eyeballs which glance back are not round with a child’s wonder but flat like a jianbing, grown-up but not mature. The adults that stand at their side flick the butts of cigarettes at me, as if my skin, though made of rubber, does not react to the embers of their scorn.
They speak to me, too. They squawk and squeal and cluck in coarse imitation of language, but I do not understand because I am a duck and do not speak Cantonese. I turn my back, face south, the tears glistening behind plastic eyes, yet they do not stop. Nothing stops them. They come. More of them come. Like a great tsunami, the waves do not wane, they come, oh they come.
I am a duck. What do they want? What spiritual void can a duck fill? What dialectic truth can we discern, them on the shores, me on these choppy waters of Victoria Harbor, staring into a horizon that reflects the recesses of the human condition? Boundless, bottomless, what is the difference? Infinity that wallows, sinkholes of the soul which drag us down, past paper bills that flutter like falling butterflies. Their problems are copper, less real than these eyes under God’s blue sky.
I am a duck, a humble duck. The sun sets in the west and the cool comfort of night’s veil is pulled over my head. In this silence, I listen. There is the sound of water. The faraway exhale of a tugboat. And if I really try, something sweeter, something like laughter, from a child who was here, and thought it important.
Holy shit I would’ve flunked so hard.


Also.


Sorry. I had to.


Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Photos from my trip to China: Beijing, Tianjin, Foshan, Guangzhou, HongKong, Macau

 I still have a very ambivalent approach to this blog.  Should I keep my posts relatively tame and politically correct or just be the facetious douchebag that I usually am? 

If Gawker's Caity Weaver can write like a pretentious hotshot social commentator and still get a coolish job while sounding like someone you want to be best friends with, then mayhaps - there is still a future for me.

Facetious douchebag it is - here's a gratuitous smiley

^_^

I've never posted photos of myself on my previous blog.  I've had Facebook since the start of 2011 and I think last week was the first time I actually uploaded a photo album.

Point is.
I hate taking photos.
I hate seeing myself in photos.
What if I write something really offensive and 10 years later, my boss finds it and sees my photo and is like "WTF YOU'RE FIRED!"

#yolo
amirite.

My mum likes to clandestinely sneak up on me and snap a few - which is enough to put me in a physical malaise for the rest of the week when she goes "Oh honey, I just sent my friends in China a photo of you because they wanted to see what you look like!"  "Which...one?"  "Oh, just the one where you've just woken up and your hair looks like a cadaverous piece of shit."

THANKS MUM.

However. 
I'm going to try and change all this because lul pictures are worth a thousand words (even if my hair looks like roadkill).  Nothing is more powerful than visual stimuli (even if my hair looks like roadkill). 

So, here goes.

Edit: I totally regret this post (guess I WILL be keeping this blog a lot cleaner than my old)

CHINA 中国


After 14 years of stringent isolationist policies ranging from NO FRIENDS OVER to OVERSEAS TRAVEL? OK TASMANIA, my parents finally decided it was time to take me back to my motherland.  It was an overdue trip because I'm actually a really special kid.

I actually really wanted to go back to China.
I was so excited.
And.
I loved China. 
I loved China so much, that in the feedback I got for my first Asian studies assignment, my lecturer said:

"These arguments would only be put forward by a Chinese nationalist."

And from then on, I semi-proudly-semi-facetiously introduced myself to new peeps as that Chinese patriot who grew up all her life in Melbourne, Australia AKA a consummate weirdo.

(This is a big thing for me guys. Posting pics of myself. Somehow, this feels REALLY WRONG.)

Tianhe mall in Guangzhou. All the coloured sticky notes behind me are
notes left by people declaring their undying love on Chinese Valentine's day.

I'M COOL.

I look like such an investigative reporter here at a local street market in Foshan.
Look at me.
My shoes are made of melons.
Consummate swag.

Outside a seafood restaurant in Foshan.
There are small vulnerable children in that van.
#investigativereporter - live at the scene.
Why am I so obsessed with China?  Why do I feel so strongly about a country that until the start of this year, I hadn't been back to since I was four years old?  I'm sure the answer to this trenchant question has enamoured each and every one of you for a long time.  

Well folks, I was actually born in Foshan, China.  I came over here when I was two years old when human traffickers decided to sell me to two really hot Aussie lesbians  my parents decided to migrate to Australia and have another child.  They gave up great jobs to come here.  My mum worked as a radio DJ and my dad for the government.


Outside my aunt's apartment - Foshan.


After settling in Australia, my mum was fortunate enough to find a job at a nascent Melbourne Chinese radio station.  Being a radio DJ and a part time journalist, she gets to attend tonnes of events and parties and concerts.  But all of these events were of course, super Asian.  

Ever since I was young, I'd been taken along to countless concerts featuring Chinese opera and traditional dance.  At first, I thought they were kind of weird but I unconsciously began to develop a really deep appreciation for that sort of cultural stuff that none of the other kids liked e.g. no other ABC (Australian born Chinese [even tho I ain't even Australian born]) would know who Yang Liping is.

I also watched loads of classic Chinese dramas like The Return of the Pearl Princess and Journey to the West = my childhood.



MASSIVE FAIL.
Beijing pics now.

We went to Beijing the week during New Years'.
Also the COLDEST PERIOD in Winter.
Also the COLDEST WINTER that Beijing had experienced for the past
few years.
DIED.

BADASSERY: Falungong at Tiananmen outside the The Great Hall of the People
 (I think that's the one).
AI WEIWEI ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?

Now before I go on - let me reassure you that I am usually sane, reasonable and logical.  I am open to new ideas and I don't like being close minded.  And I am A CHANGED PERSON.

When I was younger though, my parents watched so many Chinese propaganda war movies and told me all about the Rape of Nanking.  They are as Chinese as you can get.

This is going to sound fucked up but I was that kid who got really excited when the history teacher was like "okay year tens, the next in class assessment is an essay on whether you think the atomic bombings were justified."  YUP. No prizes for guessing which side of the debate I chose.

I think I was the only kid to get an outstanding on that test.  I knew all my dates.  Got a little bit passionate.   Got a little bit scary.  

But I've matured since then.



This is embarrassing but fortunately I have very high self esteem.

Outside that swimming pool place they used for the '08 Olympics.
That's my bro. He's highly un-photogenic.
Not intended to be an insult.

SHE MUST BE FREEZING.
Dis newlywed.
But yeah. Photobombed dat sheet. Can't find the pic tho.

  I'm definitely not a nationalist in the conventional sense.  I can't even be regarded as a real patriot.

I mean, I love China in a way that's almost inexplicable.  I (have to) speak Cantonese at home and my parents are very much entrenched in the Melbourne Chinese community circle.  Apart from lifelong exposure to Chinese culture and being given the rare opportunities to see all these big wonderful cultural concerts - I had my own realisations.

Reading about the milk scandals, the toxic rivers, dying children, families in poverty, corrupt officials and most of all, the social injustice that seemed to be everywhere in the country - DAMN.

I was already pretty passionate about human rights but reading about all this abuse in China made me so desperately want to do something to help.  While I grew up in Australia, I felt that I had an ability to make a difference if I went back.

CORNY I KNOW.  And a very generic diaspora story at that.

Outside the gates to the Summer Palace.



But that's me - idealistic. 
And a bit machiavellian, as I like to think.



Hai gentlemen.

It's like I'm addicted to uploading photos of myself now.
Jezuz.
It's me kissing the Great Wall.

In Italian Town in Tianjin.

Random Beijing pic - near Tiantan. 

Macau pics:

Inside the Casino. But not in the actual gambling areas cos lul
21yrs + bitchez.

Outside Casino Lisboa. Centre of Macau.
Bro: What am I doing here.

A golden hotel. Better take a picture.

Hugeass golden building.  Better take a picture.


Shiny buildings. Better take a picture.

Bro: Get me the fuck out.

Who is this qt?

I enjoy architectural design = not pleb
Portuguese influences cos if you live under a rock,
Macau was a Portuguese colony. 

I'M FABULOUS.
Park in Macau. With lots of blue rubbish bins.

Bro: Okay fineeeeee I'll do the stupid hip thing. *duckface*
Why is he not the most popular kid in school already?
- Old streets of Macau at night.

The iconic St Paul's Cathedral. Built in 1602.
Bro: whut. 

Macau was very beautiful. The streets were paved with stone slabs and there was a heavy European feel to the city because of Macau's history.


Hong Kong:

Bro: Get me out. plz.
- Times Square, Hong Kong

Ughhhhh.

Bro: Fk lyf.


Both of us: CAN WE GO BACK NOW?!
(legit)




I'M COOL.


Next James Cameron.
- Hong Kong skyline at Victoria Harbour

Me: STOP SLEEPING.
Bro: Get me the fuck out of here.

Back in Guangzhou, Chimelong Resort Safari Park:





For five bucks, I would've stood up and screamed ANIMAL TORTURE!

Bro: Finally. Fun.


Har har I'm so hilarious.






Outside a local cinema.  We watched that new movie starring Tony Leung
and Zhang Ziyi.  Cbf looking up.

Mum: Come on and smile!
Bro: NO. Instead, I'm going to pretend to pick my nose and immortalise
myself like this forever.  Fk the world.
(If he sees this, he's going to kill me)

A marriage ceremony for 50 couples in Foshan.

Bro: Eughhhhhhh.
Massive movie set in Nanhai: that building is an imitation of the imperial palace!
Inside, there are many different locations where films like
Hawthorn Tree Forever and Ip Man: The prequel were filmed. 


Imitation of Suzhou.


An imitation of old buildings in Macau.


Where they filmed scenes in Ip Man.


A couple taking wedding pictures.
Photobomb opportunity not exploited.


Also, when we went, it was already really late and they were about to close.
In this massive movie park thing, only my mum and I were left wandering around.
It was surreal.




Outside a posh villa/country club/restaurant we ate at on our last night.

There were many memorable things about China.  I've blogged about them before so I may as well copy and paste it from my old blog if I really wanted to tell you what snake meat tastes like.

But the most memorable definitely had to be karaoke with these two qts:



AM I A PARTY ANIMAL OR AM I A PARTY ANIMAL?

Fyi yes. They are midgets. Dwarves. Whatever they want to be called.