<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:50:14.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here In Qingdao</title><subtitle type='html'>A PHOTO BLOG........../////////
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http://sites.google.com/site/downloadphotosnow/</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-4659365146610189810</id><published>2008-11-01T14:58:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:47:27.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pub Hop/Crawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Halloween Party That Hardly Hopped&lt;/span&gt; (Stayed at the Same Place)&lt;br /&gt;It started with this text message from Preeti Chaudhary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hiya all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope all of you are well...Vesper and Patrick say Halloween is a great costume party time in QD from what they experienced last year...What say we all try to dress up a bit and do some pub hopping? All the bars and pubs will be doing specials I am sure...Charlie's gives you free stuff if you are in costume..Cassani,Le bang,New York all are doing something or the other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Say meet at 7.30PM on Friday Oct.31 at Charlie's on Jianxi Lu and take it from there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;===================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5263556401563792497%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DxXw_n-VW2i0" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="600" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shhhhhh: my camera malfuntioned, the date imprint should have been 2008/10/31.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? About a dozen expats and local Chinese friends met at the favorite watering hole - Old Jack's bar on Yan Er Do Lu. The usual imbibers including Ron and Ola de Bree, Dr Ian and Preeti Reynolds, Antonio and Eva Barbaro - visitors from Rotterdam, Josephine Ng Shieh (Jack is out of town), Philipppe, Adrian, RJRensen and myself, plus locals Summer and Adelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Ian Reynolds of SSL International, plc., makers of Durex condoms - the "over-population control but enjoy it" company -  once said to me, "The production of Durex condoms is barely enough for the China market". Of course, I said, "With the Chinese drinking so much Tsingtao beer, what do you expect?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joen Bruan of Wisconsin Farewell Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SRgCnRnik-I/AAAAAAAAOIs/zJ7AtTnB0-o/s1600-h/100_0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SRgCnRnik-I/AAAAAAAAOIs/zJ7AtTnB0-o/s320/100_0460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266962637977195490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/fonitsua/JoeParty#"&gt;Here are photos&lt;/a&gt; from Joe Bruan's farewell (to Qingdao) party on 26 October (Sunday). He returned to Wisconsin. Good Luck, Joe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-4659365146610189810?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/4659365146610189810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=4659365146610189810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/4659365146610189810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/4659365146610189810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-pub-hopcrawl.html' title='Halloween Pub Hop/Crawl'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SRgCnRnik-I/AAAAAAAAOIs/zJ7AtTnB0-o/s72-c/100_0460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-6941008801416551303</id><published>2008-10-28T15:26:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:15:07.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Romance Made (partly) in Qingdao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ron and Ola's Engagement at Donghai Xi Lu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My friend Ron de Bree (Dutch) and his long-time girlfriend Ola (Polish) decided to tie the proverbial knot here in China. Sometime in November, they will be married at a civil ceremony in the Dutch Embassy in Beijing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, this was time for celebration. Actually, I know the expats just needed another reason to party. On Sept 20, Ron hosted a summer reception at his home in the city center by Donghai Lu (coastal road) overlooking the 2008 Olympic sailing center. As usual, a smorgasbord of nationalities was in attendance (Tsingtao beer was the common denominator): Dutch, Polish, German, Belgians, Swedish, Thai (Yaya Abbeg &amp;amp; baby Loek), Filipino-American (me), Chinese-American (Hubert Ho) , local Chinese friends (Glacier Dong) and, of course, my very own Alysia 'Ting' Zhang. Here are some photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5260740182056950753%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="600" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration of Lives and Loves: Ron and Ola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;n 17 October 2008, close friends of Ron and Ola hosted a KTV (Kareoke TV) party (at the Haleidi - Holiday KTV in Hongkong Gardens area) in thier honor. About 20 expats and locals attended....... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;narratives to follow and more photos to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5262807372246841409%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DSNFiaE6v8D8" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="600" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-6941008801416551303?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/6941008801416551303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=6941008801416551303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/6941008801416551303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/6941008801416551303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/10/ron-and-ola-makes-ronola.html' title='A Romance Made (partly) in Qingdao'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-307450097607829199</id><published>2008-10-26T14:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:46:47.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TING AND I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alysia Blossoms from Summer into Autumn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now Autumn. Summer is gone and so with its hot and humid days. The cool breeze that drifts from the Yellow Sea brings romantic aroma to the Qingdao air. It is so delightful to sit outside the bars and pubs, where goggling the local Chinese beauties is like a sports event; reminiscent of the cafe restaurants by the canals in Amsterdam. Except, there are no canals in Qingdao. Not surprisingly, almost every night, the expats get together to have a few rounds of beer before heading out to dinner at a local Chinese or Western style restaurants. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysia 'Ting' Zhang&lt;/span&gt;, the hardworking girl from Dalian, continues to charm the likes of Helmut (the BackerMeister)  with her captivating smile and tinnie-winnie English sound bites. Because she works at night (usually till 10pm - she co-owns a couple of Japanese tea houses), she manages to sneak out and pay us a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos below were a surprise present to me from Alysia. Perhaps it is time to see why her charms  and beauty fall prey to the admiration of men and the envy of women of Qingdao. So, presenting my Miss Zhang Ting.....&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5263575287888675153%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGKB9zBbHrbM" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="600" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Check out Ting's other photos &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/fonitsua/TING2CHOICES?authkey=6h7DSwbhJA0#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Note: These photos were taken for a modeling agency by a professional photographer from Beijing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-307450097607829199?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/307450097607829199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=307450097607829199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/307450097607829199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/307450097607829199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/10/ting-and-i.html' title='THE TING AND I'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-6855806563398069491</id><published>2008-10-13T12:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:29:27.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NIGHT WITH LI ZONG HAN (SEPT 12, 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Fun Night at Lennon's Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday, Sept 12, 2008. The expats are restless. After a frantic messaging between each other, we all met at Lennon's Bar near the Crowne Plaza Hotel. People trickled in about 7pm. In attendance were: Josephine and Jack Hsieh (new guys from Queens NY), Oliver Spahn and Jessie Dong, Helmut (&lt;a href="http://www.baecker-berlin.de/index.php?id=392"&gt;the &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baecker-berlin.de/index.php?id=392"&gt;Bäckermeister&lt;/a&gt; - read more about this professions)&lt;/span&gt;, Hubert Ho, Joe Bruan from Wisconsin, Steve Dickerson (China expert, 30 year resident), Frank (German guitar player), Alysia (Zhang Ting) and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Zong Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two young Chinese guys came with Helmut. One was Li Zong Han and the other was Han's long lost Qingdao friend. It was the first time Han and his friend saw each other in 20 years. Li Zong Han was so modest, so much so that almost the entire night we did not find out his true identity (&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Li_Zong_Han"&gt;see Han's movie/TV credentials&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after he was uncovered/undressed, all the other guys no longer existed from the eyes of Ting, Jessie , Adelia and Jo. It took some prying to get Han away from these crazy Chinese girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5256493633666460369%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="600" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-6855806563398069491?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Li_Zong_Han' title='A NIGHT WITH LI ZONG HAN (SEPT 12, 2008)'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Li_Zong_Han' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/6855806563398069491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=6855806563398069491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/6855806563398069491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/6855806563398069491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-with-li-zong-han-sept-12-2008.html' title='A NIGHT WITH LI ZONG HAN (SEPT 12, 2008)'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-2834173762458913243</id><published>2008-10-04T07:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:26:20.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down the Beer Festival</title><content type='html'>Two days left of the 16 day Qingdao Beer Festival. Then back to normalcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Thursday, 4 October), I led a group of expats to a walking tour of the "Old Qingdao City". Only twenty minutes from downtown Qingdao are the Badaguans (octagon/8 street crossing), Zhan Qiao Pier      , Taidong mega street shopping area, then finally the Beer Street (where the old Qingdao Brewery used to be). In tow were: Joe and Claudia Bruan (from Wisconsin, Claudia visiting for one week), Josephine and Jack Ng (New Yorker, newly arrived to QD), Oliver Spanh and girlfriend Jessie Dong, Wandy (visiting English teacher - from Beijing), Adelia (my friend, a Qingdao-ren) and me (the tour leader).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is probably best to narrate the trip by pictures, so here ya' are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5253093869204701937%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="600" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-2834173762458913243?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/2834173762458913243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=2834173762458913243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/2834173762458913243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/2834173762458913243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/10/winding-down-beer-festival.html' title='Winding Down the Beer Festival'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-4161948434767115664</id><published>2008-09-27T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:17:27.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, the Qingdao Beer Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5250492083351454353%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DFxD_oD2umHY" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="600" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-4161948434767115664?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/4161948434767115664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=4161948434767115664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/4161948434767115664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/4161948434767115664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-qingdao-beer-festival.html' title='Finally, the Qingdao Beer Festival'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-744344815496947481</id><published>2008-09-26T09:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:54:24.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is now Autumn. Yet, Summer is still so HOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Summer at the English Corner of the SPR Coffee Shop in Wusi (May 5) Square. &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/fonitsua/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;I, the English professor, approached her and asked, "Do you speak English?" The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all my seasons are sunny, cheerful, refreshing as she always is. She wears a smile that disarms any man who appreciates beauty and charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship, like the rest of my girl friends, is something to behold, love and cherish. She is so eager to learn English, as I am of Chinese, so maybe there is a match here. A match of learning, I mean. &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;noautoplay=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5257322890790563729%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DyO0DYREGM6I" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-744344815496947481?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/744344815496947481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=744344815496947481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/744344815496947481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/744344815496947481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-2008.html' title='My Summer of 2008'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-8363802080461883062</id><published>2008-09-22T16:03:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:02:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Bei Jiu Shui, Mt. Laoshan (Sept 20, 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All work, then some fun at Mt. Laoshan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, 20 Sept 2008, the sales and operations staff of CIF-TAO (China Intl Freight / Qingdao Branch) trekked to the Bei Jui Shui Resort area in the Mt. Laoshan for its annual company outing. About 20 CIF/TAO beautiful girls and 4 guys enjoyed a day of fun and frolics. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://sites.google.com/site/ciftao/"&gt;Click here for photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SN9yJ42Z2VI/AAAAAAAAL0c/JOMa6GHMAEw/s1600-h/chino+women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SN9yJ42Z2VI/AAAAAAAAL0c/JOMa6GHMAEw/s320/chino+women.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251041204742248786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relax guys, this photo was lifted from the Internet. Although my 'girls' at the office are as lovely, these are not them.&lt;/span&gt;......-ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-8363802080461883062?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/8363802080461883062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=8363802080461883062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/8363802080461883062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/8363802080461883062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-bei-jiu-shui-mt-laoshan-sept-20-2008.html' title='At Bei Jiu Shui, Mt. Laoshan (Sept 20, 2008)'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SN9yJ42Z2VI/AAAAAAAAL0c/JOMa6GHMAEw/s72-c/chino+women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-4609536468462802994</id><published>2008-09-12T02:46:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:06:07.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oompah Band at the Crowne Plaza Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Jump on Oktoberfest&lt;/span&gt; (Sept 11, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;America commemorates the 9/11 terrorist attack. Some twelve thousand miles away, the Qingdao-rens started celebrating their version of Oktoberfest. One of the first to host was the Crowne Plaza Hotel on Hongkong Middle Road, where a huge, white tent was setup for the occasion. I estimated as many as 500 Tsingtao beer drinking fanatics were in the tent that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Qingdao Business Leaders (QBL) had a planning meeting earlier in the evening. I was impressed on how smooth and quick the meeting went. Then I figured out the meeting was just an excuse to party. Everyone just wanted to get out early and be at the big 'Beerfest' tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oompah band&lt;/span&gt; imported directly from Bavaria (at least that's what I was told) belted out both traditional German folk songs, as well as American country music. They even played '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boogie&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foxtrot&lt;/span&gt; to the delight of the 'older' crowd. I couldn't resist showing off my boogie moves with my new friend's (Chris Wachendorfer) mother. Chris, as he introduced himself, is the chief 'Grease Monkey' in Qingdao. They are building a dozen or so of these automotive service centers here in Qingdao alone. I wonder if they have monkeys doing the car washing and cleaning? Incidentally, they call BMW's here - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; M&lt;/span&gt;oi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;o, meaning 'don't touch me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy, my dear Chinese lady friend, thought she was German and kept offering 'prost" to everyone.  (Kathy Z. W. - she is the lovely girl caught eating too much bratwurst in the slide show below). It was a great night. I know, because I do not know how I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;noautoplay=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5245759456103859425%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3D1JcdzIS6t8o" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....More to come on the Qingdao Beerfest on Sept 19th to Oct 5th.... In the meantime here are some photos taken at the Crowne Plaza festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-4609536468462802994?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/4609536468462802994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=4609536468462802994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/4609536468462802994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/4609536468462802994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/09/oompah-band-at-crowne-plaza-hotel.html' title='Oompah Band at the Crowne Plaza Hotel'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-6812783267091842445</id><published>2008-09-11T07:26:00.071+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:52:51.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Cakes &amp; Beerfest (Sept - Oct 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SMhhEQwEeLI/AAAAAAAAKIw/p3vJjRxWIj4/s1600-h/chinesemooncake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SMhhEQwEeLI/AAAAAAAAKIw/p3vJjRxWIj4/s400/chinesemooncake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244548491916900530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mid Autumn (Moon Cakes) Festival&lt;/span&gt; (Sept 15)&lt;br /&gt;This festival dates back to some 3,000 years and has many origins. Folklore attributes this festival to the worshiping of the moon (xi yue) during the &lt;span class="content03"&gt;ancient Xia and Shang dynasties (2000 B.C.-1066 B.C.).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="cap01"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content01"&gt;here are many beautiful legends about the moon in China. The most popular one tells how a goddess named Chang'e ascended to the moon&lt;/span&gt;. If you want to know more about this festival, &lt;a href="http://www.chinavoc.com/festivals/Midautumn.htm"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would know that this festival is fast approaching when moon cakes start appearing in stores. At Carrefour (pronounced: sha-lah-fooh), right across my office, a whole section is devoted to the cakes. Yes, they have many, many different moon cakes - from small ones to large pizza-sized ones. It is difficult to figure out which ones to buy, as the labels are all in Chinese. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, it does not matter, as I have yet to meet  a moon cake I did not like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alysia Zhang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (The Master Spy) &amp;amp; the Missing Moon Cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Zhang Ting aka Alysia, my lovely friend thinks I eat too much of the moon cakes (she actually said, "You eat too much". Period.). I asked her how she knew this. She said she scavenged the trash can and counted the number of wrappers in it. Well, she is from Dalian, a former Russian seaport in the northeastern part of China. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, they know how to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But, I have wised up. Now, after eating moon cakes (which is quite frequent), I shred the wrappers, then scatter them into the wind through my 8th floor window. No evidence. No crime. Here she is in her military outfit:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SOTPa-OPJsI/AAAAAAAAL2c/XUyrQ1WQR58/s1600-h/S6301070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SOTPa-OPJsI/AAAAAAAAL2c/XUyrQ1WQR58/s320/S6301070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252551127707100866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alysia Zhang, aka Jane Bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Ting '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smartness&lt;/span&gt;' story: A few weeks ago she went home to Dalian for a week. As she is concerned about my being over weight (at least she did not use the "f" word), she told me not to spend too much time at the bars. I, of course, promised as told. For some strange reason, she did not believe me. So she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ordered&lt;/span&gt; me to call her every night and on real-time send her photos of the show on Channel 44 (a Dalian station). This way she can check if I indeed was at home. And to make sure that I do not cheat (where is the trust here?), she said to have the camera on timer and take the photo of the TV with me in the background. She should have been named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane Bond&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tsingtao Beer Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SMhghaw6XwI/AAAAAAAAKIo/wx1UjJtd8sk/s1600-h/beer+fest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SMhghaw6XwI/AAAAAAAAKIo/wx1UjJtd8sk/s400/beer+fest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244547893309366018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sept 19 - Oct 5)&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is a real festival. Although not a national holiday, it is quite famous in this part of China. It is similar to Germany's Oktoberfest and is mainly held at a park called, guess what? - "Beer City'. The park is deserted (fenced in) the whole year except for this 16 day holiday. I will tell you more and post some pictures as soon as I emerge from the big tents next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this festival, I have appointed myself the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'lagermeister'&lt;/span&gt; and as such I am organizing a group of expats to go on one (or more) evenings together. This way we can protect ourselves from the rowdy Germans. Oh, I wonder if they sell the beer in plastic bags over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hocks and Feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bavaria, a traditional dish during the Oktobefest is &lt;em&gt;Schweinsaxe - &lt;/em&gt;roast pig hock glazed in beer. I heard the Qingdao-rens have their own version but made of chicken feet&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SMjRjUk24oI/AAAAAAAAKJI/yI-zEyaVuUo/s1600-h/pork+hock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SMjRjUk24oI/AAAAAAAAKJI/yI-zEyaVuUo/s400/pork+hock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244672170821870210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; instead of pork feet. Clever, these Chinese. Hock. Feet. What's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="me"&gt;hock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;    (dictionary meaning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" valign="top"&gt;the joint in the hind leg of a horse, cow, etc., above the fetlock joint, corresponding anatomically to the ankle in humans.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table style="width: 246px; height: 24px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a corresponding joint in a fowl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-6812783267091842445?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/6812783267091842445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=6812783267091842445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/6812783267091842445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/6812783267091842445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-upcoming-chinese-festivals-sept-oct.html' title='Moon Cakes &amp; Beerfest (Sept - Oct 2008)'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SMhhEQwEeLI/AAAAAAAAKIw/p3vJjRxWIj4/s72-c/chinesemooncake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-5896473058328317026</id><published>2008-09-10T07:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:57:28.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two American 'Idiots' at the Paralympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheering for Team USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SM729rcNvGI/AAAAAAAAKcU/Dd7T7RPVr4U/s1600-h/frontpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SM729rcNvGI/AAAAAAAAKcU/Dd7T7RPVr4U/s400/frontpage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246402155426724962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday (Sept 10), my fellow Asian-American friend (Hubert Ho), my boss (Michael Kou) at China International Freight (CIF/TAO) and I decided to see the Paralympics sailing competition (the venue is about 30 minutes from my office). Tickets were very cheap - 10 yuans. For that price, I could not complain too much for the lack of visibility that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We befriended a wheelchair borne Australian lady named Jakie Kay and Chris Mitchell, her friend. They build Dinghys somewhere near Sydney. Hubert and I pretended to be seasoned American sailors. You know - the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know it all&lt;/span&gt;' Americans. Jakie and Chris versus the seasoned American 'wanna bee' sailors. We had a little friendly bantering on who is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the race starts for the two person Yngling (keelboat) competition (notice my mastery of this sports?). Well, the mighty American nuclear powered boat was on first, while the Australian rubber ducky was close second. It was a close race, until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the race, Hubert jumped and said, "Oh no, the American sailboat just went down." My eyes being less than perfect, I squinted and could not find any boat with an American flag on the horizon. I yelled, "There goes another gold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie looked condescendingly at us and said, "You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American idiots&lt;/span&gt;. They just brought down their sail for faster turning. Those boats do not capsize!" Jackie did not really say the "I" word. I think she had something worse in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Americans got their gold anyway. No thanks to two '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mentally handicapped&lt;/span&gt;' American  cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Philippine Sailing Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SM9guik4SKI/AAAAAAAAKhU/jyBrAMMw-DM/s1600-h/Sailing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SM9guik4SKI/AAAAAAAAKhU/jyBrAMMw-DM/s400/Sailing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246518443581655202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same race, we saw a boat that was way, way, way behind. Jackie informed us that was the Philippines' entry for 2-man Yngling race. I was so proud, yet quizzically wondered why they were so far behind. True to my 'joker' nature, I said, "They fooled us (Filipinos) again. They said the race is on for tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there is a heartwarming story about this Philippine Paralympic sailing team. Apparently, there is only one disabled sailing person in the whole Philippine islands who competes in sailing events. So, she and her coach set out to search the archipelago (7,000 islands) for a 'navigator'. After months of searching they found a fisherman with no legs and no arms but was agile enough to navigate his boat and fish for his family. Untrained and untested they took the man with them to Qingdao. So off to the races, albeit coming in last. But the Olympics as well as the Paralympics is not just about who is fastest, highest and swiftest, but also who tried their best. I was proud to be of Filipino heritage at that moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-5896473058328317026?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/5896473058328317026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=5896473058328317026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/5896473058328317026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/5896473058328317026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-american-idiots-at-paralympics.html' title='Two American &apos;Idiots&apos; at the Paralympics'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SM729rcNvGI/AAAAAAAAKcU/Dd7T7RPVr4U/s72-c/frontpage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-9063257647596671752</id><published>2008-08-08T09:17:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:45:12.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Olympic Parties in QD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre-Olympic Opening Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (August 06, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At Jack's Bar - Free Beer&lt;/span&gt;. No, not really. But this is a fun place. Tonight, 2 days before the opening of the Olympics, China played the Kiwis (New Zealand) in men's football. The Kiwis scored first around the early part of the 2nd half. It looked bad for the Ch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SM9TBePpWNI/AAAAAAAAKfo/XC1nZcvJZdQ/s1600-h/xin_592080510114670304176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SM9TBePpWNI/AAAAAAAAKfo/XC1nZcvJZdQ/s400/xin_592080510114670304176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246503375673579730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inese. But with only about 2 minutes left, &lt;span id="Zoom"&gt;Chinese stricker Dong Fangzhuo scored to tie the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="Zoom"&gt;The bar went wild. Then Jack, the owner, bought a round of beer for all. Unfortuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Zoom"&gt;tely, China did not score again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But many Chinese men 'scored' 2 days later!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -----------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Zoom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Zoom"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;BEIJING, Aug. 9 (Xinhua) -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Here's one Olympics  competition where China definitely set a record: at least 314,224 couples tied  the knot across the nation on Friday, or 08/08/08, the opening day of the 29th  Olympic Games, official statistics showed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opening Day Party at Latours Laguens&lt;/span&gt; (August 08, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;Latours Laguens (LL) is a small French villa-type resort hotel in the Shiloren area in Qingdao (about 15-20 minutes by taxi from the city center). For 100RMB (US$15), LL offered all-you-can drink Tsingtao beer, and some finger foods. It was pleasant night, a bit warm but breezy. In attendance was about 200 people equally divided of foreigners and locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my usual crowd of imbibers - Helmut Probst (the BakkerMeister), Oliver Spanh, Jessie Dong, Phillipe Van Cauwenberge, Gert Vetter, Glacier (local Chinese beauty), Joe Braun (from Milwaukee), etc. Although guests in attendance were a smorgasbord of nationalities, I felt everyone was Chinese at that moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5234305930023546257%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DJ4uc-Syit-U" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="600" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was load and noisy. Most were standing and dancing, swaying to the Olympic music. Each episode of the "Greatest Show on Earth" was greated with claps and cheers. Certainly, it was a night that made Chinese people proud. I was so glad to be in China at this historic moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My USA v China Basketball Game Party&lt;/span&gt; (August 10, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;Two days after the the opening, was the game between the Team Millionaires v. Team Yao Ming. I invited a couple fo expat friends to come over and enjoy some beer and watch the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to my favorite corner store to see if I can order a keg of beer. Yes, he did have cold beer (this is rare!) in a keg which he sells retail via the "plastic bag' way. So, he could not deliver the whole keg as his úsual ''winos' would go berserk. But since I am such an important customer, he will have the beer delivered. Thirty minutes later, my door bell rang. A young boy with 6 plastic bags of Tsingtao beer was at the door. The rest of the night was pure Tsingtao &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'pijiu'&lt;/span&gt; (beer) love fest.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Art of Pouring Tsingtao from Plastic Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5247624957051900881%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-9063257647596671752?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/9063257647596671752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=9063257647596671752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/9063257647596671752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/9063257647596671752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-olymic-parties-in-qd.html' title='My Olympic Parties in QD'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SM9TBePpWNI/AAAAAAAAKfo/XC1nZcvJZdQ/s72-c/xin_592080510114670304176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-6784021769511225500</id><published>2008-08-01T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:01:52.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Memoirs - Beijing Exotic Food Festival</title><content type='html'>When I arrived in Beijing on December 30, 2007 (I promised Xueling Zhang I would be in China before the end of 2007). More on these episodes about my early days (Jan - Feb 2008) in Qingdao. An affair to remember and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, Xueling and I were fortunate enough to be in an area where they had an Exotic Food Street Fair. Here are pictures I took at the Fair (with Xueling):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ffonitsua%2Falbumid%2F5253105712995670817%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="600" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-6784021769511225500?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/6784021769511225500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=6784021769511225500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/6784021769511225500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/6784021769511225500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-memoirs-beijing-exotic-food.html' title='Past Memoirs - Beijing Exotic Food Festival'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-341702624964048426</id><published>2008-07-31T12:32:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:22:44.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oddities - Living 'Lavishly' In Qingdao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oddities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="wn"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;oddity&lt;/b&gt; - a strange attitude or habit&lt;div class="Syn"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/queerness"&gt;queerness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/quirk"&gt;quirk&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/quirkiness"&gt;quirkiness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/crotchet"&gt;crotchet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Rel"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/strangeness"&gt;strangeness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/unfamiliarity"&gt;unfamiliarity&lt;/a&gt; - unusualness as a consequence of not being well known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are some random oddities I have encountered during my stay here in Qingdao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJFpPOCDgoI/AAAAAAAAEvo/WfwBq3cd-aY/s1600-h/beer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 283px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJFpPOCDgoI/AAAAAAAAEvo/WfwBq3cd-aY/s200/beer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229076352539525762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take Out Draft Beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sweltering (exceedingly hot and humid) night last week, I decided to stay home and imbibe on cold beer while watching the news on my one-channel TV set (there is only one English channel in all of China).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood store had ran out of bottled beer. So I was offered draft beer. I said no, I did not want to drink in his store. He said, "meiwenti". I think it meant "no problem". Whereupon he poured draft beer into a  clear plastic bag. I handed him 2.5 yuans and ask for a straw. I was so afraid the plastic bag would burst and spill my precious draft beer. I poked a hole in the bag, stuck the straw and happily sipped the beer while walking home.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Where have all the chickens (parts) gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my consulting jobs is located in the Qingdao World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my Chinese staff and I went down to the employee cafeteria. For 8 yuans, I had a choice of three kinds of dishes plus rice, vegetable, soup and Chinese buns. Enough food for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That particular day, I had a choice of:&lt;br /&gt;(1) stewed chicken feet,&lt;br /&gt;(2) sauteed chicken neck,&lt;br /&gt;(3) fried chicken head and&lt;br /&gt;(4) dish of chicken hearts, livers, butts, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While devouring my lunch, I asked one of my Chinese staffer, "What happens to the rest of the chicken - breast, wings, legs, etc.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJFu9BLmXZI/AAAAAAAAEvw/u2e-gmDZpDA/s1600-h/feet4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 126px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJFu9BLmXZI/AAAAAAAAEvw/u2e-gmDZpDA/s200/feet4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229082636922019218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made a face and said, "We don't like those parts,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no taste.&lt;/span&gt; So we export them to the US".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Yuans for Bus Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months I have been paying 1 yuan (US$0.14) for bus trips almost anywhere in QD. Last week, I boarded bus #232, and put my 1 yuan bill in the box. The driver scowled at me and motioned I should put one more. I may be a little bit overweight, but I refuse to pay the equivalent of two people. We argued (he in Chinese, I in English). Luckily a Chinese lady (tall, gorgeous and young) intervened and explained that I must pay another yuan for the air conditioning. Since it was too late to get off the bus and take a cheaper non air-conditioned bus, I had to cough up another precious yuan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a rip off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-341702624964048426?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/341702624964048426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=341702624964048426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/341702624964048426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/341702624964048426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/07/oddities-living-dangerously-in-qingdao.html' title='Oddities - Living &apos;Lavishly&apos; In Qingdao'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJFpPOCDgoI/AAAAAAAAEvo/WfwBq3cd-aY/s72-c/beer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-6807353029410094971</id><published>2008-07-29T03:20:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:18:03.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prada, Hermes and Tiffany in Qingdao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tall, Gorgeous and Yonng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I attended the opening of the Health/Beauty Spa in the new HiSense Plaza Mall here in Qingdao. Not too "shabby" - Prada, Gucci, Hermes, Tiffany, etc. Short Hills Mall in New Jersey and Rodeo Drive in L.A. come close in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured if I shopped there, I can afford an ice cream cone from the Haagen Dazs kiosk. Even that one looks too expensive to me. Leather sofas, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spa is so upscale and classy - but - for women only. Fixtures and furniture are European and American brands - Kohler, etc. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made In China&lt;/span&gt;, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of tall, gorgeous and young Chinese ladies in attendance. I, Helmut and Tomas (my expatriate (Germans) friends) were conspicuous in blue jeans, t-shirts and backpacks. A six-women (tall, gorgeous and young) traditional Chinese musical ensemble greeted us at the door. Then Chinese hostesses (tall, gorgeous and young) served us (non-stop) French, German and Italian glasses of  wine and champagne, which helped with the hors d'oeurves -- caviar, truffles -- nah, only cheesecake, canapes, etc. For a while, I thought I was at "The Donald's" party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chinese lady-friend (tall, gorgeous and young)  invited me to join her at next week's opening of the &lt;a href="http://www.printemps.com/"&gt;French Printemps store&lt;/a&gt; in QD. I am a sucker for free booze and tall, gorgeous and young Chinese women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Olympic Arenas - Politics, Econimics and Sports:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics of Politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, as I was writing this blog, an RSS (news feed) streamed by - on Amnesty International's news release about the 'horrible' human rights record of China. Ten days before the opening of the Olympics!!! That's great timing. At the same time John McCain (my own party's presidential candidate) just had a meeting with the Dalai Lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Added on August 1st: Bush meets with 5 Chinese dissidents in the White House, and promised to bring the message of freedom on his trip for the Olympics....NYTimes, July 31st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of 5 remaining supporters of Bush II in the world (the others are wife Laura, mother Barbara, dad George HW and veep Dick Cheney. Yet I am appalled at how he has given in to left - Democrats, liberals and do-gooders. Why now? Even if there is a reason for supporting the Dalai Lama, this is hardly the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two million ethnic Tibetans, perhaps a few hundred of them supports the DL. There are 1.3 billion Chinese. Do your math. From my perspective, 99.99999% of Chinese are very optimistic and increasingly happy with their lives. The United States of Meddlers (USM) should butt out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Olympics of Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am at it, I say that the debate whether China will overtake America economically (in GDP) is over. The question is when - 10, 15, 20, 25 years? Most economists predicts 15 - 20 years. If the US turns more liberal and socialistic, i.e., less capitalistic, (Et tu, Obama?) I think the crowning of China as the #1 economic world leader will be sooner. America has become its own worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today's news article&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;U.S. deficit to hit record level of US$490 billion; U.S. gross domestic product (GDP) will grow 1.6% this year and expand 2.2% in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last week's news article&lt;/span&gt; - China trade surplus for the  1H 2008 declined to mere US$99 billion (sic) due to slowdown in global markets. China's GDP grew a 'disappointing' 10.6%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Olympics of Sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are forecasting that China will be numero uno in the Beijing Olympics. China was #3 in Sydney (2000), #2 in Athens (2004). There is even talk that Russia may spring a surprise by coming in #2 to China, which may place the USA #3. Time to be less cocky, America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Team USA is promising to 'bring back' the glory days. The US was bronze medalist in Athens (2004), silver in Sydney (2000). But if these NBA stars do not come down from the dollar laden backboards, they may not even make medal. China, Russia, Spain and Argentina (the depending Olympic champions) will be huge problems to Team Millionaires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-6807353029410094971?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/6807353029410094971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=6807353029410094971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/6807353029410094971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/6807353029410094971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-new.html' title='Prada, Hermes and Tiffany in Qingdao'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816365164743511699.post-7710850759964679996</id><published>2008-07-28T09:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:57:39.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My  Life in Qingdao</title><content type='html'>Six months have passed, I am still here in China. I decided to start a blog as some people had asked about my well being here in Qingdao......and what is going on in China --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from my perspective.&lt;/span&gt; For obvious reasons, I can not blog negatively. But there is so much positives here, so why bother with those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mundane, unimportant issues&lt;/span&gt; such as human rights, global warming, Tibet, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Life is 'Difficult and Boring' in China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought blogging (or bragging?) about my nightly dinner routine is a good place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Most evenings, I take a 10 minute walk to the RT (da run fa) Supermarket (3 floor building) to buy dinner and also, to watch the 'older' people dance in the public square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sushi and Peking Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 8 o'clock, prepared foods at the supermarket are marked down. So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the Japanese section of the supermarket and buy a plate of Sushi at 50% discount. Normally cost 15 yuans, marked down - 7 yuans ($1.10 - used to be $1, but the US dollar keeps losing its value -  that hurts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights I splurge --- I buy Peking duck - complete with pancakes, sauce, onion. Discounted about 25 yuans ($3.25 - again, it would have been cheaper if the dollar was still mighty). Usually enough for two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris Style Sidewalk Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my walk to/from the supermarket, I go via a street lined with Chinese restaurants. Since it is summer, they have tables outside - on the sidewalk and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the street&lt;/span&gt; itself. So, cars have to navigate around the dining public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big mug of Tsingtao draft beer cost 3.5 yuans ($0.50). Dinner usually is hotpot - pot of boiling water atop a gas burner on the table - I pour in clams, shrimp, octopus, squid, vegetables, thinly sliced beef, etc. - a little over $2. Btw, tipping is not allowed in China. Besides, what do I give - US$0.20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At other nights, I just settle for a large plate of craw fish (they call them 'little lobsters' - larger than the US version) - costs $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I go to one of the dozen BBQ places. I point at the kind of BBQ I want (since my Chinese is bad, pointing is more effective) and they cook it right in front of me. A stick cost 1 yuan (15 cents). So, devouring a few sticks of BBQ with beer cost me less than $2. Of course, I have to sit outside and get honked by the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am on a diet -- no dessert. But, most nights, my stomach is mightier than my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Google-ing Chinese Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having dinner, I goggle ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verb&lt;/span&gt; -- to search/look, then open/undress) at the nice looking Chinese girls in short shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no God in China? You must be kidding. Look at those legs and beautiful, slim bodies. After all, God is the creature of all things, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile. When they smile back, I offer them a stick of BBQ. It worked once!!! This particular  rendezvous cost me 35 yuans ($5). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped smiling since then&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816365164743511699-7710850759964679996?l=fonitsua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/feeds/7710850759964679996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816365164743511699&amp;postID=7710850759964679996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/7710850759964679996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816365164743511699/posts/default/7710850759964679996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fonitsua.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-difficult-life-in-china.html' title='My  Life in Qingdao'/><author><name>FONITSUA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553741245614499668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IFe36dJGxdM/SJB2KWpS4WI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/JBcQixNmq5k/S220/Faustino+wine+4.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
