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    12/22/2006

    . t h e s h i r t s .

    patrick and i spent a good deal of the day just purging old clothes we don't wear... i had a hard time getting rid of my tshirts, but had an easy time getting rid of "business casual" clothes i wear for work! haha... i have a sentimental attachment to my tshirts. i spoke with one good friend of mine, and he has something in excess of 300 tshirts, he cannot get rid of.  i feel th esame way... i look at my shirts and remember the good times... though, i admit to throwing some away. three hundred is a bit too much...
     

    SONG: Signs
    ARTIST: Michael Andrews
    ALBUM: Me and You and Everyone We Know (OST)
     
    12/18/2006

    . t h e p a i n .

    after a super fun time choreographing a fight scene with nate, mike and matty-m, i am in serious need of pain relievers. 
     
    List of things that hurt...
    • right shoulder (it hurts to push it).
    • tail bone (landed badly, right on the tail bone).
    • region to the right of the tail bone (tail bone related injury).
    • right butt cheek (kicked too high while doing a mea lua).
    • left ankle (rolled it while carrying something, unrelated to martial arts demo).
    • neck (landed on my head).
    • head (landed on my head).
    • 63.725% of my ego.

    so, despite all the injuries, i had fun and i'm laughing at it now (with a bunch of swearing involved)... i just think i'm getting too old for this stuff! hahaha... i'm a geezer.

    12/15/2006

    . c l a c k .

    clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! -- clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack --- clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack! clackety-clack!
     
    people must wonder why i head over to my parents' place, in the east end, to sleep.  well... other than spending quality time with them (when i wake up, of course), i notice that when i'm there, i sleep amazingly. they live in the suburbs of town, so it's dark and quiet in their neighbourhood. when i sleep there, i fall into a deep sleep, one that passes quickly and endlessly, until the following morning... sometimes the rest is too good.  how can this be? well, my body desires more of it... it's not sloth when the rest of the week, the month, is spent restless... my body needs the sleep.
     
    -- clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack ---
     
    i live in an apartment building, on the 9th floor, the top floor.  a bright light from the parking lot shines right into my room, and the car dealership across the way has these spotlights that seemingly point into the room, illuminating the far wall through the window.  then... there's the ventilation system above my room... i don't know what it really is, but it's some sort of machinery that whirrs and hums and mumbles during the night hours....
     
    -- clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack ---
     
    when we first moved in here, i used to stay up all night, hearing this contraption, this beast, looming above my head.  i used to bring it up with my housemates, and well, they thought i was hearing things.  They seriously thought i was crazy that this so called "invisible noise" could keep me up all night... i guess i like silence...  in any case... they didn't hear it and it made me paranoid... was i delusional? that i was hearing things? finally, one winter's night, the hum became a clackety-clack...
     
    -- clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack ---
     
    the clacks were loud... kind of like a train chugging in the distance... but closer.  it made enough noise to bust through the ear plugs i wore, and enough to drive me MAD... Bernie heard it first. then i brought in Patrick and then Doyle and they all confirmed it... finally, i wasn't crazy.  we complained. the clacks went away and my sleep improved. at least from when the clacks were there, it had improved.
     
    -- clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack ---
     
    tonight we had our little house Christmas dinner. it was nice... i got The Office DVD set for Christmas (the BBC version, which is awesomer) and we ate a tonne of food... tired, i crawled into bed with the plugs... and all i could hear were the clacks again... again and again. never ending.  Dan got out of bed to confirm that he cannot sleep, just as i did... i am writing this, tired as the dickens... and frustrated by this clacking... argh and a half!
     
    -- clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack ---
     
    i'm definitely sleeping at my parents' place this weekend... this is just not worth it.
    12/13/2006

    . s u p e r g r e g .

    Super Greeeg! Numba ONE! ... i dunno why this instantly popped into my head, but SuperGreg was a phenomenon back around 1999.  What/who is SuperGreg?  well... SuperGreg is a character, that was developed by a marketing company trying to sell Lee's Dungarees (the company that makes Jeans). They created three mock websites that included SuperGreg (supergreg.com), Curry the Racer (rubberburner.com), and Roy, some cavedude that broke things.  Why is this important? well... firstly, I LOVED Super Greg and his cheap little movie with him on the turntables.  The Curry webpage was also equally as funny, with his long mullet and his video of how to pick up the ladies... but it was important because they were Viral Marketing websites... these websites are websites that are disguised as websites by normal consumers (or joe schmoes) and are linked to the final product/company... they are "viral" in the sense that they are viewed by thousands, with links to them via word of mouth, or other people blogging about them (like myself).  After hype (and traffic to the websites) was high, the websites were taken down and all pointed to some Lee's Dungarees website, where the three characters (Roy, SuperGreg and Curry) all challenged Lee's mascot, Buddy Lee, on some online games... where no matter what happens, Buddy Lee wins (as if... SuperGreg was way better than that guy)
     
    From what i can remember, i think the Lees Dungaree's websites were the first to do this, to be a viral marketing website... but nowadays, these websites are a dime a dozen. Microsoft puts one up for every major release of a game, like Halo's "ilovebees.net" and others...
     
    Viral Marketing sites are extremely misleading, appealing to the consumer ready technology savvy Generation X and Echo Boomers...
     
    My point in all this, is that i just saw a *new* viral marketing website by SONY for the Sony PSP.  it's a sad sad excuse for a viral marketing website, because it's so evident that they are trying to sell something... unlike SuperGreg, who kept it real in the Barrio, until he sold his soul to Lee's Dungarees...
     

    Links for some Viral Marketing Websites:
    Curry's Rubber Burner website (mirror) -- check out the Pick-up-a-Chick videos... they give accuracy of success for you lonesome boys!
    All I Want for XMAS is a PSP (lame... no... superlame)
     
     
    12/11/2006

    . d a n g .

    if you've been following my blog... i had a posting called "Ten Year Reunion" talking about how Becky thought i was Joe... well... I SAW JOE TODAY AT CHURCH... where the heck was Becky? dang... this could have dispelled the notion that I was Joe Rios... and i'm actually, Mark Francisco...
    12/9/2006

    . r a n d o m n e s s .

    i was searching through my computer trying to find episode 217 of Avatar... in my search, i stumbled across a file called "asdfsdfsadfasdf.txt", so i opened... much to my amazement, i found the following story, which i believe i wrote for Jocelyn, but i could be wrong...
     
    Banjo and/or Ukelele playing dogs are awesome. Please... write about one.  you can even write about how Rover, the only Ukelele playing dog rose to fame after being a slave to his owner...only to realise, that man was his best friend... so he returns to his owner's place (after becoming, like... a super-frikkin'-star in the Ukelele/rock circuits) only to find that his owner passed away from head lice...  Tormented, Rover sinks into depression and drinks his worries away, finding solace in the bottle, and a drug Patches the cat gave him, called Cat Nip.
     
    spending all his earnings and drinking from the worst toilet water any dog can drink of, he meets Doodle the Poodle, the queen of the Westminster Dog Show.  She helps Rover recover from all his afflictions. Rover then writes a beautiful ballad called "Rowf Rowf rrrowf", which was dedicated to his owner.  With the catchy chorus and Rover's mad Ukelele playing skills, the song hits number 42 on the charts, the highest a Ukelele soloist ever reaches on the Billboard charts.
     
    He then collaborates with all the superstars of the music world. He covers a song by Justin Timberlake, makes a cameo in J.Lo's new video, sings the backups with Snoop Dogg and even remixes a Black Eyed Peas song.
     
    After winning several Junos and other prestigious music awards, Rover marries Doodle and has four litters with her.  He then passes away at the age of 91 (in dog years), but lives on in the memory of all for being the best Ukelele playing dog in history...

     
    Wow... what an amazing story, eh? hm... okay, maybe not. clearly, this was written when i was very tired... simply because it makes no sense and because i did not edit it at all (sorry, i can't spell veery Uell).
    11/29/2006

    . t e n y e a r r e u n i o n .

    it's been about 10 years or more since i graduated high school... and yes...that's a really long time now. i remember when it was directly around the 10 year mark, i watched Gross Pointe Blank, which was a movie about a hitman returning to his high school 10 years later for his reunion.  imagine the stories he had to tell to his friends about his life? well... thankfully, i don't have anything particularly fantastic about my life... i haven't killed anyone or work for an underground network of assassins.  okay... if i did, then i wouldn't be blogging about it, would i?  the thing is is that there was no 10 year reunion at my high school. i think that's a good thing and a bad thing...while it would have been nice to see some old friends whom i haven't seen in a while, i don't like the idea of smalltalk and the "catch up" phoniness everyone has to have... "yes, i'm super successful now! i just moved out of my parents' basement and work as head bag manager at the grocery store!" okay... i'm not that bad, but still...
     
    i bumped into someone from high school whom i haven't seen in... i'm sure it's been less than 10 years, but let's just say 9 to be safe.  I was at Church waiting for Mass and she happened to be there because her parents were renewing their vows or something... this girl wasn't well known for her... hm... how can i put this nicely... INTELLIGENCE, in high school. she was very kind and very funny and had a warm spirit. anyway, i spotted her and her sister-in-law (who i have known since grade 3... like, 20 years ago).  when she spotted me, she walked over and said "HI!" which is a really nice gesture...but this is how it really went...
     
    Becky: Hey! Joe Rios! How's it going?!
    Cisco: Um... good! actually, it's Mark Francisco.  How've you been?
    Becky: Great!
    (then we talked about why she was there and what i was up to and all the small talk stuff)
    Becky: oh! Frank! come here... This is my husband Frank!  Frank, this is Joe Rios, who i went to high school with!
    Frank: Nice to meet you.
    Cisco: Nice to meet you Frank! Actually, it's Mark Francisco.
    Frank: --
    Becky: Well, we have to get going to the reception. It was nice seeing you, Joe!
    Mark: Actually, it's Mark! yeah, it was great seeing you too!
     
    so she walked out of the Church, thinking the entire time i was someone else... (oh, by the way, i know Joe Rios. i don't look like him, except for the fact that we're both Filipino... brutal).  These are reasons why i wouldn't want to go to high school reunions... haha... I don't hold anything against this person, but i just found it funny how she made a complete ass out of herself and disregarded everything i said... it shows how meaningless these chance encounters are in some people's minds... i'm sure she had a lot on her mind at the time... so i can't blame her... but it also doesn't make it any less funny!
     
     
    11/13/2006

    . p o s t .

    i've been back in Canada for, um... a month and a half. and while i wasn't gone for very long, i can say that i am suffering from a severe bout of post-travel depression... no worries, it's not like i'm going to contemplate my mortality by standing on a tall building (or even a short one, for that matter), i'm not going to get all "emo" and write songs about breaking up with uh... a country, and i'm not going to eat a hella lot of chocolate... well... i might do that (still working on the big bag of chocolate bars from the Hershey Chocolate Factory i bought two weeks ago...yum!).
     
    post-travel depression, i'm sure there's a more techincal term to it, but i've observed this from many-a-people after going on short and long trips. I remember it hit me hard the first time i travelled to Japan and lost my motivation to do any sort of work. I didn't sleep well for months after coming home and my Master's thesis was in shambles... thankfully things got back to normal and i adjusted when the winter hit (unfortunately).  as the winter approaches again, all's i can think of is the fantastic weather when elf and i were in Yangshuo... riding that scooter with no gas (or jogging alongside it), taking the river rafts down the Yulong, hiking around the farmer's fields... or hiking up Moon Hill observing the beautiful limestone hills while perched on top.
     
    anyhoot... no worries, this will pass and i'm sure i'll be back on my game again soon!  but... what i want to know is... are there other people who ever feel like this after going places and travelling to some exotic locale... or even nearby?
     

     
    As an aside... the new RATATAT album, Classics, is freakin' awesome!!!  Certainly a wonderful purchase (if you can find it... hm...)
     
     
    11/9/2006

    . i l i k e g i a n t s .

    I Like Giants by Kimya Dawson
    When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side
    Of the road, turn out the lights, get out and look up at the sky
    And I do this to remind me that I'm really, really tiny
    In the grand scheme of things and sometimes this terrifies me

    But it's only really scary cause it makes me feel serene
    In a way I never thought I'd be because I've never been
    So grounded, and so humbled, and so one with everything
    I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything

    Rock and roll is fun but if you ever hear someone
    Say you are huge, look at the moon, look at the stars, look at the sun
    Look at the ocean and the desert and the mountains and the sky
    Say I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye
    I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye

    When I saw Geneviève I really liked it when she said
    What she said about the giant and the lemmings on the cliff
    She said 'I like giants
    Especially girl giants
    Cause all girls feel too big sometimes
    Regardless of their size'

    When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side
    Of the road and run and jump into the ocean in my clothes
    And I'm smaller than a poppyseed inside a great big bowl
    And the ocean is a giant that can swallow me whole

    So I swim for all salvation and I swim to save my soul
    But my soul is just a whisper trapped inside a tornado
    So I flip to my back and I float and I sing
    I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything
    I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything

    So I talked to Geneviève and almost cried when she said
    That the giant on the cliff wished that she was dead
    And the lemmings on the cliff wished that they were dead
    So the giant told the lemmings why they ought to live instead

    When she thought up all those reasons that they ought to live instead
    It made her reconsider all the sad thoughts in her head
    So thank you Geneviève, cause you take what is in your head
    And you make things that are so beautiful and share them with your friends

    We all become important when we realize our goal
    Should be to figure out our role within the context of the whole
    And yeah, rock and roll is fun, but if you ever hear someone
    Say you are huge, look at the moon, look at the stars, look at the sun
    Look at the ocean and the desert and the mountains and the sky

    Say I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye
    I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye
    I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye
    And I don't wanna make her cry
    Cause I like giants
     

    If you haven't listened to Kimya Dawson's music go now and find something by her and listen away... her music is freakin' brilliant!

    11/6/2006

    . s o n g o f t h e w e e k .

    SONG: Hilarious Movie of the 90's
    ARTIST: Fourtet
    ALBUM: Pause (2001)
     
    I remember seeing Fourtet in Toronto with Sam, Natsue, Mel and Kei (and someone else...but i can't remember). i think i came in the middle of the week to see him play, which was weird... We also wanted to see Manitoba (now known as Caribou...thanks to some jackass).  Manitoba's set was amazing... he had a band play stuff from his Up In Flames album.  Manitoba changed up on the turntables, guitar, vocals and drums from song to song... he also had a bunch of amazing little music videos playing, which was very entertaining!  too bad Fourtet's set was complete rubbish.
     
    afterwards, we went to a restaurant called Mel's (not Mellie's place) and ate brekky.  Natsue fell asleep and i managed to capture great pictures of her in her tired state... good times...times that were good. :)
    11/2/2006

    . c h i n a - t h e - s l i d e s h o w .

    Before i forget... SLIDESHOW TIME.
     
    i went to china with elf and we had a fantastic time... check out the slideshow!
     
     
    (Right click the Palm Tree Icon and select Save As... to locally save the file).
     
    The show should take about 5 minutes to play, with some sweet music from Mint Royale!

    . t w o t h i n g s .

    1. i was at a party tonight ( a local b-girl cru's hallowe'en THRILLER party ) and i bumped into some capoeiristas.  talking with them really sparked that desire to go back... given that my Achille's Tendon is hurting, it just felt appropriate (i always had bad ankle and tendon problems...) for this desire to return... when i was playing a lot, the times i wanted to play capoeira the most was when i was injured.
    2. i know that i tend to browse for weird things on the internet... but the following two "subjects" have been my recent Google Searches:

    A) Koko B. Ware - a former WWF wrestler, famous for his Ghostbuster move and having his pet parrot in his corner of the ring...  

    B) Bolo Yeung - This guy was a big muscleman in many kung fu movies, making appearances in Enter the Dragon, with Bruce Lee, and Bloodsport, with Jean Claude Van Damme.  If you were ever into Martial Arts movies, you would know who i'm writing about.

    Now, i'm sure you're asking "Why?" That's a fantastic question, which i would love to answer, Why would i go through the trouble of Google-ing these two blokes, but honestly, i wish i had an answer.  I did learn something though... Koko B.Ware's pet parrot perished in a house fire in 2001 (which is sad, cuz the thing probably had some years left in him).  He has a new parrot now... which means Koko is still wrestling. he must be like, 50.  Bolo Yeung, on the other hand, must be around 70. he was 50 when he was in Bloodsport, which was a long time ago already... the guy is amazing too!  he swam to Hong Kong from Canton during the 50's to escape the Communist government!  That's TOUGH!  oh! oh!  i just remembered watching a Bolo Yeung movie when i was in Beijing! he was starring in a COMEDY!  it was an awkward role because he normally plays badguys!

    hm... time for sleep.

    10/30/2006

    . s l e e p t h e r a p i s t .

    last thursday i went to the sleep seminar that my work was offering. it was quite interesting having a sleep specialist come in and talk about sleep... (the running joke was that he made sure that his presentation didn't put us to sleep).  i learned quite a bit about sleep, about the different stages (creatively named, one, two, three, and four) and the importance of REM sleep, how many sleep cycles you go through in a night and even about different sleep disorders. he did have a few pointers to give out to people, which i'll publish to the internet for free (i'm sure it's free anyway... given he's a sleep consultant and he wants to drum up business)
     
    Ways to improve your sleep:
    1. Set up a fixed wake-up time.
    2. Create a pre-sleep ritual.
    3. wait until you are drowsy before you go to bed.
    4. Continue this relaxing activity outside the bed and bedroom for at least ten minutes.
    5. Repeat.
    6. Get rid of your bedroom clock.
    7. It is best to remove all caffeine from your diet.
    8. Do not drink alcohol within 4 hours of your pre-sleep ritual.
    9. Do not smoke in the middle of the night if you wake up and cannot sleep.
    10. Exercise regularly.
    11. Make sure your bedroom is sleep conducive.

    There you go.  i've just given everyone advice that i myself have a hard time to follow.  With the Daylight Savings time in effect, i might be able to get drowsy by 10:30PM, which is a good thing. i might take advantage of this now to try to actually sleep a full night's rest.

    10/26/2006

    c h i n a - i'm too lazy.

    given that i haven't updated my blog about my travels in...um... several weeks now, i figure i'll just mooch off of el's blog entry summing up our trip.  it's cool to see her perspective on things as well...  follow this link to her MSN space!

    my bed. my enemy.

    my new year's resolution this year was to try to get a better night's sleep.  i wrote about it in January here .... i have to say that i have been largely usuccessful at attaining this goal of mine. i have tried to do things like get pillows, darken my room with window shades and try to get to bed at a reasonable hour, but despite all these efforts, they have largely been in vain.  i don't think i've slept well ever since i got back from China, or, at all this year for that matter.  I admit to a few nights of good sleep in China (as eL can attest to my loud snoring... sorry), but i normally wake up two, three, four times a night, which doesn't allow me to sleep thoroughly.
     
    last night i woke up at 2AM, then again at 4AM. at 4AM, i was wide awake and tossed and turned in my bed for a good half hour before declaring that my bed is my enemy. i admit to being really sleepy and having those half-dreamlike-thoughts. but again, i really do think that my bed, my apartment, everything in my environment is conspiring against me to actually get a solid night's rest!
     
    tomorrow (or today), i'm going to attend a sleep seminar at work. it sounds silly, but just to get some more research done before hitting up any sleep specialists to try to pinpoint my problem.
    10/3/2006

    c h i n a - yangshuo

    just to follow up on my last posting, i am back home and i have developed a full on COLD.  boo-urns.  the weather and the jetlag has left me totally rocked, and not in a good way...
     
    the morning after we had our strange encounter with the stalking taxi driver, El and i made our way to the port on the Li River to take our boat cruise to Yangshuo.  most of the people on the "cruise" were tourists with a tour group who were going to take a boat (or a bus) out of Yangshuo the same day.  El and I were the only ones carrying large packs, with the intention to stay in Yangshuo at least for one night.  The cruise itself was a four hour boat ride down the Li river.  We were greeted with beautiful and breathtaking scenery of the limestone hills.  What i always found interesting is that the Chinese people in the area name every hill, like, "mother and baby" or "thumb mountain" or "big man little man" or "scooby doo eating scooby snacks" ... okay, i made up the last one, but i jokingly made fun of that fact with El... it takes some creativity and imagination to just come up with names for the hills... i think i had something like, "freaky green hill beside another freaky green hill"... okay, i wasn't having the best of days, but to name every hill is a daunting task because there are so many...
     
    On the boat cruise El and I had an interesting discussion with a Polish tourist.  he was just wrapping up his tour and found this cruise on the Li river to be his favourite.  But, throughout his travels he had been to Xi'an (just like El and I) and was raving about the Terracotta warriors. He made a very interesting point about it, saying that our generation (El and my generation) was incredibly lucky to have the Terracotta warriors discovered now, because if it were discovered anytime before, we woudln't be able to see them in China, but we'd probably have to go to London or France or something to see them... it was an interesting point, that is proven to be valid given that many Egyptian artifacts are not found in Egypt... strange, eh?  He also described Shanghai like being in an atomic bomb... while i highly doubt he's been in an atomic bomb, he likened the fact that he was enclosed and surrounded by skyscrapers like being inside a bomb... funny... i guess his heart is outside in open spaces, kinda like mine.
     
    at one particular point during the boat cruise (whilehaving lunch), we passed by Golden Beach, which is on the back of the 20RMB note... i was going to take a picture, but instead, i realised i can just hold onto a 20RMB after my trip and say, "yeah! i saw this!"...
     
    When we arrived at Yangshuo, we were again, greeted by many street vendors and the like, trying to relieve us of the little money we already had.  some dude persisted and followed us to stay at some hostel that he had, which was close by.  It was really nice travelling with El because she walks fast and she didn't mind being rude to people by ignoring them (we both found it difficult, but when they continue to follow you, you just learn to not aknowledge them anymore).  We then started to look for our hostel, and again, not knowing where to go, we went with our gut instinct... we were also trying to shake the guy tailing us.
     
    Yangshuo is a very touristy town, where nobody really stays except for the backpackers... so people know that if you've got a large pack on your back, they can really try to rip you off...also, since Yangshuo is relatively small, they dont' have a large taxi fleet like other cities... they have motorcyclists who are willing ot give you rides to wherever you want to go.  so, given that El and I both had large 15+ KG packs, we asked a dude where our hotel was.  he said he could drive us there for 10RMB, but we'd have to ride his motorcycle!  i quickly said NO, because firstly, i'm too cheap, and secondly, both of us, and our packs would not fit on one motorcycle in any safe way (i'm sure there were unsafe ways of doing it... but we weren't about to explore our options). So, we decided to walk to the hotel (it was called the Hidden Dragon... but in Chinese, of course).
     
    We started to walk, in the 30 degree weather with large packs. i was sweating after a few steps.  after about a kilometer walking southward, and no sign of our hotel, we asked two young girls working at the "Trustworthy Market" (really... it was in English!).  they both told us that they didn't know where the hotel was, but the are we were in was too far to walk, maybe around 10km!  Yep... that's too far. El decided to call for a taxi and we ended up paying 30RMB for one to the destination. it was kind of a shady operation, because some dude picked us up and drove us out of town. i was ready to have to defend us if we were placed in any sort of trouble (no joke...).  given that our driver was pretty shady and all, he then took us down a dirt road.  My warning alarms went off and was ready for anything.  he then stopped in front of two non-descript places, in front of fishing pools.  the places looked rather run down and, i dunno... shady... the driver ended asking for directions and we happened to be at the inn we were looking for... El and i were hesitant, thinking the travel agent had screwed us over, but when we walked through the doors, we discovered that this place was a charming little inn, that was very very traditional!  it had a small courtyard and an open roof, with all the floors overlooking the courtyard! it was actually quite amazing!  better yet, the innkeeper was this old woman who was very kind and helpful.  We ended up calling her "Auntie" because she was really nice!  She showed us to the room and we had a beautiful (read: super-fantastissomoso) view of the hills!
     
    It was really great how we were both WRONG about our assumptions... the travel agent totally scored points on this place.
     
    Anyhoot, after settling in, El and I went for a walk. but before leaving, Auntie asked if we'd eat dinner there.  Given that this place was out of town, it would have been much easier to eat there, than find our own place to eat, so we agreed to have dinner at 7PM and El and i went out for a walk.  We ended up walking down the main road, but made a sharp left at some farmer's fields.  the path was way from the tourists, away from the road and into the valley between beautiful mountains.  it was peaceful and tranquil and so different from everything we had been experiencing so far... it was ... nice.  we met some farmers along the way, who eyeballed us (they're probably not used to having peeps just wander into their fields). we found a nice trails running beside a Pomello farm (totally awesome to the max) and we stumbled across the small residential area for the farmhands.  there we saw a place where they made bricks for houses and a lady doing some laundry and stuff... some kid shot us (fingers pointed out like a gun... she was funny and cute) and this dog stared at us with one leg up (she was like a tripod).  when we left the small neighbourhood, we were greeted by a bull water buffalo... he was none too pleased to meet us on the path and looked like he was ready to charge if we got too close... (he was protecting the females just beyond him)...
     
    we then came across a graveyard, right near the highway. it looked like this sacred land was being overrun by the tourists though, because the road was right beside the cemetary and more development was moving in... it was really sad.
     
    when we returned to the Hidden Dragon, Auntie had cooked us a huge feast!  it was all homecooked and tasted just as good!  we dove into our food, finished it all (all the rice, all three dishes) and were quite satisfied... then we headed up to the roof watched the looming silhouettes of the mountains and the stars while drinking cold Li Beer...
    10/2/2006

    c h i n a - i'm back (updates from Guilin)

    Seeing as i'm back, but haven't really updated anyone on my travels to Guilin and Yangshuo, and then Shanghai, i figure i should continue to update as if i'm on vacation still... i sooo wish i were on vacation seeing as it's about 20 degrees colder here in Ottawa than it was in China.  It's cold, dreary and i've gotten a tad sick (sore throat, runny nose).  elf is in a similar state, due to the cold weather... ah, how i long for the warm sunny days in Yangshuo again...
     
    i digress... back to my adventures.
     
    we left xi'an early in the morning to catch our flight.  it takes about 45 minutes to get to the airport, but our driver was a maniac driving us at top speeds through small towns and what-not.  what we found really peculiar was that the driver would stop for a random dog crossing the highway, but not a person (he'd just honk and drive a tad slower for the person...).  We made it record time to the airport, thanks to his crazy driving.  at the airport, we made some calls to loved ones back home and hopped on the airplane to Guilin.
     
    I have to say, that i developed a tiny phobia for getting off the airplanes and being in a new city. as exciting and fun as it was to travel from place to place, i would worry myself a bit sick because once you arrive in a new city, you would be a bit lost and not know where to go next... thankfully, Guilin was a much easier place to handle. Guilin, in the Guangxi province, is much more laid back than Xi'an was.  things were sunnier, brighter, the air was cleaner and the scenery was breathtaking.  Guilin, located further south in the country, is home to beautiful limestone hills, that have strange shapes (Brant, if you're reading this, maybe you can explain the rock formations much better than i can...).  So, when El and i stepped out of the airport, we hired a taxi.  The woman driving it was wearing a strange pink power suit (made of polyester...it was weird, let me tell you).  she started driving and while on the cell phone and she hands it over to me... She had called her brother, who worked for the tourism bureau and was asking me what i wanted to do in Guilin and if i had plans, because he could arrange it all for me.  While i found this weird and a little shady, he wasn't pushy or anything and didnt' really sell me anything, so i wasn't too worried about it.  the taxi driver then offered El and i to drive us around Guilin for 50RMB, which works out to about $7 ($3.50 each!), so we agreed since we only had one day in Guilin before heading off to Yangshuo.
     
    So she dropped us off at the hotel to dump our stuff, then she proceeded to take us to a restaurant (we were starving).  THis is where the story gets particularly interesting... El can read some Chinese, and can speak a little mandarin, but when it comes to getting a menu written in Chinese, we're both very lost.  So, being adventurous (and cheap), we ordered a fish dish (Guilin is known for it's river fish) and a chicken dish, that didn't cost too much. we really had no idea what we were ordering, to be honest, because i did the, "What's cheap and what's chicken and fish?" method of choosing... so after, ordering, i estimated our meal to come out to about 100RMB, which works itself to be around $15, which is okay... a tad expensive, but still... not bad if the food is recommended... so after ordering, the waitress takes us to a room outside the restaurant.  I was a bit apprehensive about this, but El and I dutily followed the waitress into a small room, filled with animals in cages!!! honestly!  there was a cage with two cobras (yes... of the snake variety) fighting one another and then proceeded to hiss at both of us.  There was a cage with two bunnies, a cage full of ducks and aquariums full of fish and turtles.  The waitress then grabbed a net, scooped out a mountain chicken from the cage, then bashed it against a wall and showed it to me if it was okay!  What the crap?!  it's not like i can "return" this chicken cuz it's NOT OKAY!  i had to say YES and then repeated the process for a fish... she then weighed the two animals and i then realised the prices were per 100grams... OH FLIBBERTYFLOO!  El and i then returned back to our seats, in shock about the experience we just had.  we were laughing in disbelief, that we owned pets for about 20 seconds before the waitress killed them... more disturbing was that we were going to eat our new pets.  Even MORE disturbing was that it was going to cost us a fortune for this one meal... boo-urns.
     
    It's a bit weird when you eat your pet.  i mean, i've seen a cow, then eaten it a few days later, but the death of the chicken was a directly linked to our desire to eat it... but after i got over the moral and ethical questions about eating a chicken i saw alive about 20 minutes before, the meal was a decent one.  El and I did not finish it, though, because we were still sick from the dumpling experience in Xi'an....
     
    After our fantastic cullinary experience at the restaurant, our taxi driver took us to the Reed Flute Cave which is a tourist site, but a beautiful cave (it's very very large).  the nice thing was that our driver bought us the much cheaper "Local tourist" tickets and got us in faster (she knew what was going on).  El and i liked her because she was no nonsense and was quite assertive... she walked at a brisk pace and was always in a rush, which we admired.  The cave itself was beautiful... our tour guide had a voice that sounded like she sucked in waaaay too much helium, which i found terribly amusing. i then called her minnie mouse because of it, but honestly, she sounded more like a chipmunk (maybe like Alvin, not Theodore).
     
    Our driver then proceeded to take us to see the Prince's Palace(or something like that), more specifically, the Duxiu Peak (Peak of Solitary Beauty), which was situated at the top of a karst hill, standing in its lonesome inside the mini-forbidden city (the prince was the emperor's nephew or relative).  Despite our illness and tiredness, we climbed the steps to the top (which brought many-a-foreigner to a substantial pant) to see a breathtaking view of Guilin.  We could see the Li River (Lijiang), the beautiful Karst Hills and most of the city... it was gorgeous!
     
    Upon climbing down, the Pagoda is located by the Guilin Normal University campus, and all the new freshmen (and freshwomen) were doing some basic training.  These kids were young, and certainly not interested in basic training.  But they are forced to serve two weeks, learning about marching and formations and stuff like that. I think it's more of a disciplinary thing, but i could be wrong.  Two weeks seems short... when i used to talk to my other Chinese friends, they would have 2 months of training and learn how to use guns and throw grenades... sounds a bit more interesting to me...
     
    Exhausted from our climb, El and i paid the driver to take us back so we could rest up in the hotel.  we were both feeling quite tired and sick, so it was much needed... but, a weird twist ended our day.... after spending about 1 and a half hours sleeping and resting, we stepped out of the hotel and guess who was there stalking us?!  our driver!!!  no joke!  she had been waiting for an hour and a half for us to step out, offering us to take us wherever we wanted to go!  seeing as we agreed to spend as little money as possible (after our super expensive lunch, eating our pets and all), we were just going to the grocery store to pick up some items to eat in the hotel...  but still, that was terribly awkward that she was there!
     
    Tomorrow (or later tonight): our trip to Yangshuo....
    9/25/2006

    c h i n a - x i a n

    it's been a while since i've updated. i haven't had the opportunity to access my email in a while, so i apologize for the severe lack of updates...

    The China trip has been really fun so far.  El arrived from Van and we were almost immediately on an overnight train from Beijing to Xi'an.  if you didn't know, Xi'an is home to the old capital, of the Tang Dynasty (i could be wrong... again) and it is located in the center of the country.  When we first arrived, El and I walked around to check out the muslim quarter and then proceeded to eat some delicious dumplings, which, made us both quite sick.  i dont' know what it was, but i was not good the first day, making me believe that i didn't have the iron stomach i hoped to believe... but the second day, El was hurting quite bad.  when we hit up the Terracotta Warriors outside of town, we were both in a daze from stomach pains and just overall lack of energy... despite our conditions, it was hard to mask our amazement over the three pits of Terracotta Warriors... that was truly amazing... gotta see the pics, to get a better understanding of how it looked i guess.  The next stop was Huaqing Hot Springs.  I'm glad El has a nice appreciation for Hot Springs as I do (stemming from my time at the Onsen in Matsuyama, Japan).  When we saw the words "Hot Springs", we agreed that we both needed to go.  so, packing our swimming gear, we hit up the hot springs, only to find another touristy spot... the hot springs were sad pools that the emperors used to bathe in... it was actually kinda gross because they haven't kept them clean since, maybe the time of the Emperors, so it was really um... slimy.  in our disappointment, we walked around for a while and found some dark alley on the hot springs site... me being really curious, i HAD to walk through it and we came across a small room where this guy was like, "Do you want to bathe in the hot springs?" i looked at El with a big grin on my face... "Hella Yes!"  we got a private room and let our sickness and worry soak away in the scalding hot water...mmmm....

    Our last impression of Xi'an was kinda funny... after doing too many touristy things, we thought we'd do something cultural and go to see some traditional Xi'an (Tang Dynasty) cultural dance. so, we got directions from the hotel (who had no understanding of anythign we were talking about) and headed to this place called TANG PARADISE... it wasn't really a place for Tang-era dance, but more of an amusement park showcasing the Tang Dynasty architecture and stuff... there are hourly parades and lots of bright lights and we even saw a sound, water and light show... it was really campy and really cheesy, but we enjoyed it none-the-less.

    The next morning we were off to Guilin.  Guilin is a city in the Guangxi province... it's home to beautiful mountains that you'd see in many a kung fu movie.  while the scenery was nice, our stomachs were not... but i'll have to save this story for later...

    enjoy the rest of the pics.  I'm going to enjoy the rest of my trip!
    9/17/2006

    . d r a g o n s .

    Eric and I in a meeting room in Beijing... On a Saturday afternoon... :(

    . d o n e l i k e d i n n e r .

    my time at my company is finally up. i had to extend my stay a few days to get most of my work done.  while it sounds terrible, i did have a few days to kill before eL showed up, AND... well, i'm not going to complain about staying at a five star hotel (where Yao Ming was staying!!!).  I'm happy to have finished up my work and to get all the loose ends tied up. While the system I worked on is not up and running to the capacity i really wanted it to be in, i am quite happy that it is finally up and running and that i did a decent job at it.  What i'm very appreciative about is that i met my colleagues from Brisbane and Perth, Australia, my colleague from Toronto and all the people I work with in Beijing.  While i wasn't the most popular guy with the security guards, i'm sure I will miss them too.

    Today, i went out shopping with my colleague, Eric.  He's only two years younger than me, and to be honest, we could be brothers by our looks... so, we headed to the Silk Alley (Xiushui Shichang), which is in the heart of downtown.  This place is a madhouse of fake goods... everyone's pawing at you to relieve you of your money, in exchange of the cheap wares they have to sell... it was actually quite fun to get there and look for stuff.  In the end, i ended up buying convincingly *real* looking Rolex watches for my parents...(don't tell them they are fake... they won't know the difference)... haha... the tactic that Eric and I devised was that if i was interested in any item, he would ask in Chinese.  Since i look Chinese, they wouldn't suspect i'm a foreigner, so they give him the cheaper price!... then i move in to bargain, while he acts as a translator...it was hilarious.  We did quite well when buying jeans and other products... too funny.

    The market itself is crazy though... xiushui Shichang was full of foreigners and the women running the place spoke english and were quite aggressive at grabbing their attention to purchase their fake stuff... I was threatened to be killed by one vendor, which i just laughed at.  I also had a lot of fun commenting on their tactics to sell me product like, "oh! it looks like you need a nice silk table cloth!" to which i would respond, "I don't have a table cloth!" and the other one was, "oh! buy a nice silk scarf! they're beautiful!"... to which i would respond, "it's pretty warm outside. i dont' think i need a scarf!"  i don't think these folk understood what i was talking about, but it made me feel good inside...Eric thought i was crazy.

    I also experienced the Beijing Subway today.  Eric and I went to a market that was in the north-west part of town.  the subway was not airconditioned and was quite smelly and hot (and that wasn't only me...), but was pretty clean and efficiently run.  The interesting part of the subway at the station we got on (near Wang Fu Jing, by Tiananmen Square), the subway tunnels are used by the government in case of serious emergency, to truck the chairman/president out of Tiananman Square area to safety. so the subway walkways looked like a bomb shelter in places... pretty interesting.

    anyway, tomorrow is my first day outside of the five star hotel... i'm staying at Home Inn, which is like a Holiday Inn, but more Chinese.  The staff wear very loud electric blue Hawaiian shirts and speak less English... it should be FUN!