The afternoon, it is: drowsy, humid, mixed with neighbouring overcooked or expired aging oil smell. I have the electric fan blowing in low speed, the air from my birdcage size apartment, through balcony, it was warm; I just cooked a few, probably five or more, salty pies, and earlier in the morning, before I went cycling in nearby mountain, which was the first time I continued this circling route, through Bitan resort, a dead corner on this humid basin city, and to a nearby hill top cemetery, and, in the morning, the air was cool, soothing. Before the morning cycling, I only cooked two salty pies, and before that, I slept over 10 hours, that’ll be: I drunk three bottles of Martens, in Chinese, people say: Pijiu du, meaning pijiu beer, du belly, potbelly, which is, I’d think, really wrong. I don’t think drinking beer simply, will have too much extra fat, that’ll be more as, to consume other kinds of foods, say meat, dinner meals, fried chickens, French fries, etc. Well, I felt pretty good, cycling in the mountain, only I didn’t really eat, so only a tiny two to three hours of circling, and in the morning, I bypassed a small elementary school, further up from the river dam, and right side drive path from main road, entering to a mountain trail, that’ll be following a river, down steam part of same water, originated from Wulai, and there was a familiar face, a dog, he has a white hair on the mouth, and dark body, sitting four legs down and slept to wait for, I suppose, his final day. I usually would rub him a few years ago, and that’ll be mostly in the middle of the night, and he’ll approach for seeking foods, that I didn’t provide, but he didn’t reject as my later on, pat him, and now, because I didn’t go through that route, for over one year, so he seemed lost interests, this, can be part of dogs’ like. I felt my cycling was easy, the trail, a path through some small farms, from the elementary school further up, there was steep drive, and also one can see another river dam, that’ll be Xiashicuo Road, another corner of this final part Wulai valley to the city. The mountain by Bitan to Wulai, there is constant air, Wuali plays as lungs for my living city, concrete jungle surrounded by mountains, and heavily polluted, people don’t care about their scooters and factory, to have a healthy filter, on combustion engine, or burning trash. There’s low safety standard for all enforcement on public health. So after now, that I consumed so many fried salty pies, before this, I took a shower after morning cycling, and went to nearby supermarket, bought more Martens beer, which is really cheap, and extra frozen salty pies. There were few stands in the supermarket, provided free trial on some soup, pasta, spaghetti; I took a few, and tiny little paper cups. The afternoon is very, well, I guess depressing if stays at home, and I think, I might either go cycling for another circle, or visit the library, or both, and I’ll drink a few more Martens before bed, it seemed simple and nice. By the way, I thought a bit on Chinese, the vocabulary doesn’t have exact meaning on ‘patronizing,’ it took me more than ten minutes to think over, and I concluded, patronizing is, actually, part of Chinese Culture, people patronizing each other, as part of, own living, and surely, Chinese also do not enjoy being patronized, but most of the time, people took small things, in their conversation, or observing what others do, for example, about if others eating, or for me, cycling, or for others, if own a car, or if do anything, all can be part of conversation, and most of the time, people say things, seemingly care, but not really, that in the West, can be ‘patronizing,’ but since everyone does this ‘patronizing gesture,’ then, to patronizing others’ peculiar act, which can be a right thing to do in Chinese Culture.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 07:01:58 +0000
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