Pudding and Chopsticks

Well, maybe not abandoned. More like went under and there hasn’t been many people there, if any.

I went there to check machines, or really, because I was bored and wanted photos of a Chinese factory to creep everyone out.

Anyway, here they are.

And a fire on the way back.

And a food court being set up.

Sorry Apple. I got my gestures back. I used Redsn0w to perform a jailbreak type thing to get them back.

So anyway.. I’m back to being a happy camper.

Read why I was pissed here

I’ve been tired lately. Tired of a lot of things. But really just plain tired. Work a lot when I probably shouldn’t. Then try to do personal projects and just can’t. Too tired.

How the hell is anyone supposed to do anything. Anyway.. I’m trying to blog more. I really don’t know what to blog about though. I don’t want to become a news filter blog thing where I just post links and what not. I suppose that it would help the blog rating in the search engines but I don’t want to be fake. I want to be personal. Kinda anyway.

So yeah if you got questions about China let me have them. I’ll tell it to you straight.

It’s Chinese Valentines day or something like that. Qixi festival. Basically just another day to me. Nothing much. It also the day that the typhoon was supposed to roll in. But it has been more of a dud than I expected. Te way my coworkers talked I thought the factory was going to be blown away today.

Anywho.

I decided to roll into town and see what was going on. I was guess that it was going to be a bunch of couples all holding hands and being all cheesy. I was right.

But what I didn’t notice was what is happening right now. I think people are scared of me. Or it’s just me over thinking the situation.

Here I sit at Starbucks. Because there are no western bars here I am stuck with the thing that resembles them the most, a coffee shop. Where I can sit and drink coffee, read the news, and look at the hotties.

Now, why would I think that everyone is scared of me, well, mainly because they seem to avoid me like the plague. I just had a pair of girls walk around the corner, spot the empty seats next to me, then spot me, and I watched there smiles fade away like sunshine before a typhoon.

Happened a few minutes ago too. I am sitting around a coffee table with 7 seats around it. Just me punched up like a bird of paradise flaunting his feathers.

Hell who am I kidding, they don’t see many foreigners so they probably are scared.

I mean, I would be too if some hot ass foreigner was sitting all alone. Wouldn’t you?

I’m beginning to think that Chinese are the most indecisive people on the face of the earth. It doesn’t take 5 minutes to order a double cheese burger people. Also, what’s with not reading the menus while you are in line. I mean, you waited in line, look at the damn menu, decide what you want and then when you order spit it out. Also for the love of Christ read the menu and use the exact same words. Don’t say “I want that thing” or “what’s that.” Because if you looked at the menu you would know what it’s called and be able to order it without a free lesson in your native language about what things are called.

/ rant

This is a typical waterway here. I am guessing that they were used for transportation. Now they are mostly used for washing clothes and what not. Also a landfill, which is sad. This is a back alley one that is fairly far from the city center, so it’s polluted. Oh, did I mention that they raise fish in these things. At least I’m pretty sure they do.

Yep, this is China and China has a S ton of people.

This is what I get for not showing up early. And by early I mean trying to beat super human old people to the hospital. Think about that, yeah, nearly
Impossible.

Note to self 8:30am too late.

For some reason there isn’t much street food where I currently live. At least the southern style.

Here are some photos when I hit up one of my old haunts.

And some photos from the bus ride to the airport.

This is my 91yr old grandfather who recently passed away. I took this photo when I came back from Colorado before coming to China, I think anyway. I haven’t looked at the photo data to be sure.

I see it and I remember him in one word….. Well.

He said it with a long drawn out u-curved sound. He was making his point. If you stated a fact that he didn’t agree with or thought was contradictory to something, weeeelllll would roll out along with his eyes.

He was a quite man, who had a am/fm radio on the dining room table. Ate bananas everyday, and watched the Wheel of Fortune.

Chaqita banana stickers were every where around the table. Stuck on anything and everything.

I would roll over to find him puttering out in the garage. Tinkering on something mechanical.

I can remember one time when I was playing on some concrete play ground items. I slipped and wacked my head on the edge of one, splitting my eye lid open and bleeding all over. He drove the truck to the doctors. It was dusk, he jumped curbs, which lead to the conclusion that he had cataracts. What a way to find out.

The green Dodge prospector. The truck I remember him having. Whatever the car it was always a Dodge or Chrysler.

I was named after him. I am the fourth, he was the second or Jr. As you could say.

The Lincoln. The fender.

The hats. Lots of hats.

The suspenders.

The little mind games in the drawer by the chair.

The garage. The mowers.

Putting me through college.

Newspapers.

The stories the last couple times I saw him.

The way he would meander into the room, stop look, then keep going.

The Homer furnace iron plate in the window of the garage.

The green truck.

Tweetie bird.

Table saw.

The funny faces.

The garden.

The wit.

Looking out the window of the house, watching the birds and squirrels.

The neighbor that got his with the tree.

These are things that remind me of him. I am proud to have the same name as him, I only hope that I can do it justice and make him proud along with the rest of my family.

Thanks for the photo grandpa, peace out.

I got the day off today because it is a Chinese holiday. Tomb sweeping or something. Basically it’s a day were people go to sweep the graves of those who have passed away. I am guessing that they don’t actually sweep the graves, it’s just an expression used to say that they are paying their yearly respects to their relatives.

So that leaves me at Starbucks again. Well not entirely. Today I did the laundry, cleaned the house and them went to buy a 3G sim card for the iPad. Awesome. I then walked a long ass ways because the weather was good and then I ended up here at Starbucks. Currently I have a cute girl sitting next to me. I am guessing that she has rich parents because she has a iPad. I doubt that she is a hooker or married, or even a mistress so that leaves a rich daddy to take care of her. She is probably a student of something. Which is why she is sitting next to me sucking down a vanilla frap. Waiting for me to say hello so that she can start to barrage me with English questions. Or I am over thinking this and she has a secret crush on me and has been staking me since this morning. That actually would be cool.

Oh forgot to a mention that she is watching An English TV show. Gee, why doesn’t that surprise me.

Anyway here are some photos from, well, recently.

Stay stunned for some blogs about important things.