Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Just some pictures of Chinese parks and miscellaneous things

I realized Chinese peeps LOVE to walk around without shirts. Or with their bellies hanging out and their shirts sitting on top of their bellies.
Just one of the famous parks in Beijing. Forgot what it is called.

Again, same park. I went there with my Zhongguo jiating. Beautiful park. I realized Chinese people are very active in the mornings. They love to sing, dance, exercise, walk around, eat, chat in parks every morning!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Dangdi ren

Today I talked with some locals at some wudaokou outdoor food court from ten to one. It was awesome.

I figured out that most Chinese peeps have some skewed view of all black people being bad people. THey think most blacks like to pian ren and don't really have good hearts. They also think black people get angry easily. I had to explain to them with my not-to-good chinese that their way of thinking was "hen cha" and very biased/racists. haha

I also figured out most common Chinese people don't really have a strong view on North Korea. They don't really know what's going down with the Chinese gov. and North Korea. o.O i thought all chinese would at least know about that issue.

Saturday, August 14, 2010


Just went to a concert in Mako Livehouse. Listened to this awesome band called 4U. Two straight nights of really loud music. For the ears, really bad. For the soul, really good. =D

I have twelve more days in China. Need to spend it wisely. Things I wanna do while here in Beijing: figure out sophmore year schedule, contact my advisers, work out, bboy and train hard, practice my Chinese, talk a lot with dangdi Chinese peeps, read a book of the Bible, buy gifts for family, make friends, enjoy myself, live hard, praise God, be my all.

Sorry for the blabbering.

Listening to Nujabes. Chillin'. I just learned how to say chillin in Chinese. It is "呆着." It literally means "Staying." Chinese is such a literal language. As far as I know, it cannot capture the English abstract term of "chillin." Chilling doesn't just mean staying. It means resting, hanging out, walking, watching tv, eating, talking with friends, lying around, etc.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Language Pledge

When I had the language pledge, I was so frustrated. I wanted to speak English. Korean. Some other language other than Chinese. Now that the language pledge is gone, I don't want to speak English. I want to speak Chinese. I will miss all my teachers. China has been such an awesome experience. God has shown me show many things through the small encounters I have had in China.

I can't believe HBA is over. The past nine weeks have flown by. The World is flying by max velocity. No time to think, No time to pause, No time to appreciate, No time to care. Gotta slow down, gotta dare to face the things in this world that fight for His love, gotta refuse

Monday, August 2, 2010

Our God is Undeniably Crazy

I have been seeking God. I have been asking him questions. Why is the world so? The sorrow, the pain, the loneliness, the suffering that people endure. What's going on with the people who will never hear His Word? Why is there so much pain and poverty that I see around me?

I have so many doubts. Yet these doubts are good. They will lead me to the truth. And I doubt by asking God for revelation of these things. But in the midst of my doubting tonight, I feel God's love so palpably. I was thinking about how crazy God is. I read things like Naruto (yes, the manga) and I see two parents filling their child with love, and ultimately dying for their child, enduring pain and suffering. And I viscerally feel this is so tragic and beautiful. It is an ultimate expression of love. Naruto's parents place their hope, their dreams, their future in his hands and die for him. And I was praying when this story of Naruto popped in my head. I was asking God about the world's circumstances. And when this story came up, I had an even harder time understanding God. I cannot grasp God's love for us. If it is beautiful to see two parents sacrifice for lives their own child, how much more indescribably beautiful is it to understand a God who loves us humans, who have no reason to be loved by a God so majestic, so much that He sacrificed his own son for us. It's just crazy. Crazzyy. Undeniably so.

I have so many questions. And I seek God, ask Him these questions, and wrestle with Him. But all throughout this process, there is one thing that keeps me from turning away from God. It is the love I feel from God. It is the love that God has filled me with. It is the love I feel knowing that God knows the number of hair strands on my head, the pains deep in my heart, the loneliness I suffer sometimes. And He cares about these things. He invests his all into me. How beautiful is this?! How crazy?

It's such a beautiful collision, the beautiful mess, that exists between God and us.

Friday, July 30, 2010

798 and the silk street market: 秀水街

Whaddup guys. This is Andrew, writing from my room on a Friday night, past twelve. Tired and worn out from days worth of shajia-ing (bargaining). Last weekend, I went to 798 and looked at some pretty crazy stuff. They had all types of art, from the scary looking babies, to depressed looking girls, to pieces of cow skin on the wall and weird caged demonic, muscled, jacked, juiced -up body builders. As you can see above. My friend here, Jamie, aspires to be like one of them beings one day (I hope if you read this, Jamie, you don't come knocking on my door with your juiced up arms). But seriously, 798 is such an interesting place. I definitely recommend all those who love graffiti, art, small collectibles, etc to go.

Today, I went to Xiushuijie, the silk street market, the place that overflows with fake brands. Too many eager salesmen grabbed my arm and dragged me into their stores. They all say " are very awesome. since you are a student, i will give you a very good price. lai lai lai lai." The Chinese way of selling things is really outrageous. They first quadruple the original price. Then, they try to scam you with sky-high prices. When you say no, they tell you to leave. THen when you leave, they tell you to come back and reconsider. When you come back and reconsider, and again say it's too expensive, they tell you to just forget about it. Quite interesting!

I bought a pair of shoes to bboy in, a bathing monkey shirt, a white armani belt, and a panda hat for my lil sis. I was tempted to buy so many things. Cheap goods, mostly illegal goods, hang from the ceiling all the way down to the floor. It's unbelievable.

I only have about three weeks in China.

Crazy. Time flies.

Sorry, I'm too tired for more blabbering. I will update again soon.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Monks, Shaolin Temple, Buddha, and bugs galore

One word for the Shaolin Si. Ill. My time at the Shaolin Temple was "feichang bu cuo!" From day one to the very last day, there wasn't amoment I was disappointed. From the extremely sore legs and feet to the bugs mating right next to my bed, everthing was "hen you yise." That's "very interesting" in Chinese pinyin for those who don't know.

Learning gongfu was a big challenge. It requires flexibilty, endurance, strength, perseverance, and concentration of mind/energy. I was so amazed by the number of kids who studied gongfu in the vicinity of the Shaolin Temple. Kids starting from age six come to the gongfu schools and start learning martial arts. They train intensely everyday by drilling, practicing, running, stretching, sparring, jumping, flipping, swinging, you name it. The gongfu schools are the very manifestation of the word "intense" or "厉害".

Climbing the Song Shan, the central, most sacred mountain in the area, was certainly a task. Simply put, it was "freaking tall." My legs burned like crazy. Yet, I found it meaningful to climb those thousands of stairs to the top, the highest point I have every been in my life (besides in an airplane). I kept wondering to myself why I was even trying to get to the top. Curiosity? Sense of accomplishment? Finishing what I started? I still don't know exactly why. But I climbed it, and I feel like it was more than just a physical journey. It was also a reflection of our spiritual journeys. The higher you climb, the harder it gets. It's harder to breathe, harder to step, harder to climb, harder to see out because of the clouds. Similarly, our journeys with God gets harder as we feel like we grow more and more mature. More temptations, more roadblocks, more distractions, more everything. Yet, I did realize something. There is a distinct difference between climbing that mountain and climbing the wall of spirituality. As it got harder and harder, I relied on my body, my own strength to climb each step. As the spiritual journey gets tougher and tougher, you learn to rely on God more and more.

Here are some pics of my time at the temple. If yall wanna see some more pics, I have lots posted on my facebook! Peace.