I really take my #food seriously, and especially on seasonal foods of what I am craving for.

Top Left: Winter: Herbed Black Chicken. When it’s too cold to grow vegetables, so you make chicken soup with herbs.

Top Right: Spring: When vegetables and fruits are fresh, eggrolls and BQQ meats, and rice vermicelli noodles.

Top Left: Summer. The best time for BQQ, sticky rice and pepper paste are everywhere!

Fall: When it gets cold, and all that is left is squash and meats. Back to stew season.

Northern City: 北京 Bei Dong
Southern City: 南京 Na Dong


T’ei Zhou

Ancestor Discrimination

Especially where and what your ancestors did in the past, you could easily be considered a family of bandits, warlords, pirates, servants or farmers.

Like example, an old person can be discriminative to a Taiwanese person, and call them “family of rapist and pirates”, because Taiwan was literally a pirate coven in the old days. Or like Hong Kongers, a city of defectors and refugees, or like if you’re from the Southwest China, all poor Chinese hillbillies, or Guangdong people who eats snakes, bugs and rats.


Leucistic White-Tailed Deer.
Fengshui in this house…

How do I explain it? We don’t call it fengshui, that’s a Canto/Mando word I think? Other than that, old people refer “Feng Shui” as Mei Tao which literally means “Pulse of the Mountains”.

Basically, it’s superstition about how the house and the enviroment is laid out, and how your doors, bed and your body position should be kept, and it’s something your parents and older relatives would give you a huge lecture about if you do something wrong, like leaving through front door, instead of the backdoor on special occasions, or when you sleep, your feet should be pointing to the door (In some Chinese cultures, it’s your head that faces the door).

The word “Mei Tao” probably was an old term to mean how and where to build a house/village among the mountains, forest and rivers, thus “Pulse of the Mountains”.

Anyways, sleeping here, they were so particular how my bed was faced, and said that it was bad “luck” to have my head close to these bicycle wheels.

Eh. Whatever.

And if I could for one last time, hold onto your waist as you kissed me goodbye.


Hong Kong protester catching a tear gas grenade and throwing it back

Classic Fuji Bike (on Kodak Film) by Shawn Hoke on Flickr.