The wedding ceremony is defiantly getting closer, was bought my"lucky" red pants yesterday! as well as been taken to a tailors to be fitted up for a Tang suit. They all wanted me to go for a red silk number but it really was over the top, so they let me go for a nice conservative dark blue one instead. Ming Zhi already has her red silk chongsam, she looks so beautiful in I got all chocked up.
I'm looking forward to this afternoon because where off shopping. After being bought my "lucky" red pants I asked if I should buy her some "lucky" red underwear? Yes was the answer. Soooo I said she might have to try on a few different ones to see which looked best! Not sure if I'm going to get away with this, but it will be fun trying. :angel:
One thing I have noticed is the number of happy smiling faces you see on the street here, there are lots of them. Unlike back home were everyone seems miserable and defensive. If I'm wandering about here and I catch there eye and smile there is a moment of hesitation or may be confusion then they break out into big smiles. It genuinely nice to see people being open and friendly towards each other. None of this "Who the #### are you lookin at" nonsense.
Last night I started giving English lessons to my new family's kids. They are all up for it and keen to learn. I was surprised by the standard they had achieved by say 10 yrs old. It seems Mama's house is the place these lessons will be held, under her watchful eye's. Maybe that's why there all so well behaved! It's nice to be able to give something in return, after all the kindness they have shown me. I suppose it's a face thing too.
Here's a question, do the Chinese understand the concept of a light meal/snack? Every time I sit down to eat it's like some sort of endurance event. Why do they insist on filling every inch of the table with food that in reality you would never be able to eat! I learned the Chinese word Bao which means Full. Even after announcing this loudly to all present Ming Zhi will always manage to slip another morsel into my bowl unseen. Am I missing some crucial social etiquette thing here. I do love the relationship the Chinese have with there food, no messing about, use you fingers, scoop it out of your bowl and spit the bones out! a good belch is also appreciated. It reminded me of an old Arab saying. " Eating with a knife and folk is like making love with your clothes on"
