<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278</id><updated>2011-12-04T12:48:08.223-06:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='sheung shui'/><category term='kowloon'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='drive'/><category term='fanling'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='hong kong'/><category term='college'/><category term='new'/><category term='school'/><category term='afs'/><category term='bus'/><category term='trip'/><category term='road'/><category term='transportation'/><title type='text'>A Year in Hong Kong</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Ben and I have embarked on the greatest adventure of my life: spending a year as an exchange student in Hong Kong! The transition from Iowa City to Hong Kong is big, but I'm learning a lot and having an excellent year abroad!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-9207044374801772097</id><published>2010-06-29T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:04:42.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the USA</title><content type='html'>Being home is weird. Not much has really changed during my 10 months away except me. But even I haven't changed THAT much. I can speak Cantonese now, know a lot about Hong Kong/China, and have tons of new friends, but really I'm still the same 'Ben' I was before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it will take a few more weeks to really see how I've changed (I've been home 2 days now actually). And when school starts I'll get back into a normal daily schedule where everything will become even clearer. For now though, I'm just happy to see my lovely family, specifically Bok my dog, and unpolluted blue skies and corn fields again. I had a teensy bit of culture shock during my 4-flight trek home from HK. Hearing Spanish spoken by the airport staff was weird and seeing Asian-Americans speaking normal English was offputting too since I'm used to all Chinese-looking people speaking Chinese. The prices, specifically of food and restaurants, suddenly seem monstrously high to me, as they are generally about double to triple the HK norm. Also I've noticed that Americans are BIG. In all dimensions. Their girth, width, and height all grossly exceed the Hong Kong average, and thus I feel decidedly short being just 5ft 9ish. In Hong Kong I was considered above average, but now I'm below average.... oh well, not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit busy doing things now that I'm back, so I'll have to keep this short. If I have any more epiphanies I'll be sure to post them on this blog, and I do hope to continue it even though I'm back home now. I like blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-9207044374801772097?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/9207044374801772097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=9207044374801772097&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/9207044374801772097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/9207044374801772097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-in-usa.html' title='Back in the USA'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-9112347212323012292</id><published>2010-06-20T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:14:29.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days</title><content type='html'>7 Days left in Hong Kong. Now that's scary. The past 10 months have flown by faster than a speeding minibus, and the time for me to get on a plane back to little old Iowa is nearly here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks I have done several unforgettable awesome things including Dragon Boat racing and going to Guangzhou for a final look-see around mainland. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guangzhou has something like 11 million residents. Its huge. Seriously, compared to Guangzhou, Hong Kong is a small city, in land area and population. Guangzhou is the major city of southern China, but it seems to almost form a continuum going from Guangzhou to Shenzhen and then to Hong Kong. Without the political boundary around HK, the 3 would kind of form a neverending megalopolis of tens of millions of people. The total time from my house in HK to downtown Guangzhou was just over 2 hours, taking the MTR to Shenzhen, then the train to Guangzhou East Station. Basically the city can be divided into 2 major areas; the new and the old. The old area feels like something out of a storybook. Cobblestone paths and alleyways winding around brick houses, shops, stalls, and tea houses, with stray dogs and pirate DVD vendors everywhere. The feeling is something I haven't found anywhere else, and there is a certain buzz of energy present. The local foods there are great authentic Cantonese cuisine. I had the best Wonton soup of my life, some special fried pig skin, red bean homemade ice cream, and many other delicacies. The new part of the city is totally opposite. Multilane streets full of trucks and luxury cars are everywhere, and skycrapers dominate the skyline. Guangzhou has kind of been made into an architectural museum, so almost every building is a landmark in some way, with a unique modern-style architectural design. The drawback of this is that the air has lots of trouble moving out of this area, so pollution is unbelievably serious. I doubt there are many days of blue sky in that area; when I was there the air was a hazy grey-brown that severely limited visibility. Nevertheless, Guangzhou is my favorite city I have visited in Mainland China, maybe just because it is so bustling and huge, but I really think it has a special atmosphere especially in the old parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Boat racing was fantastic. A team made up of mostly AFS students and a few EF (other exchange organization) students competed against various other teams. About 20 people per boat, one of whom is the drummer to keep the rest paddling in unison. The race is a part of the traditional Chinese festival called 'Tuen Ng Festival', but most of the competing teams were actually also foreigners, presumably expats. Anyway, having practiced only once prior to the real event, our team lost miserably to the others who take the event as a serious sport. But winning isn't everything, right? It was just a great time to be on the beach absorbing the unique atmosphere of a Dragon Boat race, and being with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I've done many more things recently, but time is limited so I won't write about every little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss this place! I'm gonna make these final 7 days the very best I can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-9112347212323012292?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/9112347212323012292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=9112347212323012292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/9112347212323012292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/9112347212323012292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/06/7-days.html' title='7 Days'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-2827812866131050299</id><published>2010-05-19T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:54:36.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong Haiku</title><content type='html'>So recently I decided to go out of my usual element and write a poem. A haiku to be precise, about Hong Kong. It was originally just for my own personal pleasure, then I thought it turned out decent so I put it on Facebook. Well, people seemed to like it a lot and I got an unprecedented amount of positive feedback, so I figure I'll post it here as well and see what people think. Who knows, maybe there's a secret poet hiding somewhere deep inside me after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun burns my face&lt;br /&gt;But I stand still and silent&lt;br /&gt;Morning Assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning alarm rings&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing I desire&lt;br /&gt;A hot cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mere 10 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Shivering in my own room&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong winter sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind blows cold and strong&lt;br /&gt;School is becoming an igloo&lt;br /&gt;Don't close the windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography class&lt;br /&gt;Transforming into snowmen&lt;br /&gt;Windows still open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily fever checks&lt;br /&gt;Sent home for coughing just once&lt;br /&gt;Swine Flu precautions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand Sanitizer&lt;br /&gt;Thermometers and face masks&lt;br /&gt;Thanks H1N1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minibus commute&lt;br /&gt;Headache from speeding alarm&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait til my stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suicidal driver&lt;br /&gt;Won't steer, brake, yield or signal&lt;br /&gt;Normal minibus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choking on thick smog&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor sports a health hazard&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong pollution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE is cancelled&lt;br /&gt;IFC hidden from sight&lt;br /&gt;Mainland is to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTR stations&lt;br /&gt;Char siu fan and mad old folks&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopsticks working hard&lt;br /&gt;Rice and greasy meat for lunch&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantonese curse words&lt;br /&gt;Practice Papers in UE&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-2827812866131050299?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/2827812866131050299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=2827812866131050299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/2827812866131050299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/2827812866131050299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/05/hong-kong-haiku.html' title='Hong Kong Haiku'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-5522591500247399733</id><published>2010-05-10T03:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:25:55.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phototime!</title><content type='html'>I've posted very few photos on this blog, so now I guess its about time I showed you some things I do in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo #1 is just me wearing my DelayNoMore shirt. The sound of those words in Cantonese... well I'll just say it means some pretty serious profanity! Picture was taken one day hanging out in Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo#2 is a normal MTR train. The scene you see is neither especially crowded nor noticeably empty. Just normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one is me messing around with some classmates in a free lesson. We're trying to make the library as fun as possible. That's my summer uniform by the way, I'm not a huge fan of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 is a standard lunch I get on school days. It is curry-chicken-sausage-rice. Costs 3USD with drink, tastes greaaat, and is super-filling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going slowly, but otherwise life is flyyyyyying by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S-e9foqGIPI/AAAAAAAADjo/oVS927K0T60/s1600/IMG_8043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S-e9foqGIPI/AAAAAAAADjo/oVS927K0T60/s320/IMG_8043.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S-e9vdg6PRI/AAAAAAAADjw/AVM24hM4q-U/s1600/IMG_8027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S-e9vdg6PRI/AAAAAAAADjw/AVM24hM4q-U/s320/IMG_8027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S-e9-ApGXkI/AAAAAAAADj4/l3D9TREcB9s/s1600/IMG_7961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S-e9-ApGXkI/AAAAAAAADj4/l3D9TREcB9s/s320/IMG_7961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S-e-HR-cvUI/AAAAAAAADkA/Ie8EnrDliig/s1600/IMG_8004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S-e-HR-cvUI/AAAAAAAADkA/Ie8EnrDliig/s320/IMG_8004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-5522591500247399733?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/5522591500247399733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=5522591500247399733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/5522591500247399733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/5522591500247399733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/05/phototime.html' title='Phototime!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S-e9foqGIPI/AAAAAAAADjo/oVS927K0T60/s72-c/IMG_8043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-5640344604436789553</id><published>2010-04-22T05:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T05:18:53.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella Required</title><content type='html'>So today, about 10 minutes before lunchtime, the heavens opened up. It was quite predictable actually; the two massive cumulonimbus clouds in the sky had been gradually moving closer to each other all day. At 12:20, they crashed. Stormy weather ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 10 minutes of English it was entertaining, since my seat was right next to the open window, and the rain was extraordinarily heavy and violent. As first it seemed to be all moving sideways, then it appeared to switch directions, going to the right instead of left, and a minute later I could have sworn I saw some rain moving upwards. This was some &lt;i&gt;serious&lt;/i&gt; rain. All was going fine, until the lunch bell rang. Then came the announcement: (translated to English) "It is highly suggested that students stay in the school during lunchtime. Thank you. ^click^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody really knew what that meant. Did the principal really expect the entire school to fit into the tiny canteen inside the covered playground? Were we going to be forced to eat the nasty tuck-shop fare which everybody reviles? Or was the announcement exactly what it claimed to be, just a suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me and my classmates weren't planning on staying. So, we went down to the main door to leave the school and go to our favorite local restaurant 'Mei Ho' (about 3USD per person for a big good meal including a soft drink and unlimited tea), but we discovered two teachers patrolling the exit. The requirement : have an umbrella, and you can have lunch outside the school. Damnit. I forgot my umbrella, as I do everyday (I don't actually have one). So had all of the other members of my usual lunch group. I tried to reason with one of the teachers that we weren't scared of the rain (many people here seem to think they will melt if touched by it), and we were going to run as fast as we could to the restaurant. His reply: 'I don't want your uniform getting soaked.' My reply: 'My only remaining lessons for the day are P.E., so I will be changing clothes immediately after eating!' I thought I had him there! But no. He simply said, "Rain is bad for your health. You can't leave without an umbrella. Go ask one of your teachers if you can borrow theirs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that. We were defeated. We trudged upstairs and asked around the staff rooms for any umbrellas we could borrow, got enough, and finally were allowed out. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was great, and by the time we needed to walk back to the school, the rain had subsided, so no more issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the most exciting thing that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-5640344604436789553?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/5640344604436789553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=5640344604436789553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/5640344604436789553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/5640344604436789553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/04/umbrella-required.html' title='Umbrella Required'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-1297719145717046785</id><published>2010-04-20T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T04:04:40.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tragic Loss</title><content type='html'>The most important 30 gigabytes of my life just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just made one of the biggest, most life-changing mistakes ever. I erased to entire contents of my iPod. All of my music, videos, games, audiobooks, contact lists, and notes are gone. Forever. One wrong click of the mouse after plugging in my iPod for syncing and charging resulted in this catastrophe. Why, oh why, did I press 'restore' instead of 'sync'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for why its all gone&lt;i&gt; forever&lt;/i&gt;, is because earlier this year my computer fried itself, making me lose everything on my big hard drive, which coincidentally contained my sole backup of all iPod data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one sense, this event will now bring me countless hours of minibus misery, with only a few songs to entertain myself with. But, on the other hand, its liberating. I now have 30 gigs of free space to fill what whatever new stuff I want! I went from completely full, to totally empty. I can now go back to the basics of downloading EVERYTHING that interests me in any way and sticking it on my iPod without even thinking about filling up my digital capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'll go back to my weeping over my lost data. Oh, the digital age and its hardships :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-1297719145717046785?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/1297719145717046785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=1297719145717046785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1297719145717046785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1297719145717046785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/04/tragic-loss.html' title='A Tragic Loss'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-1229644673036592720</id><published>2010-04-19T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:55:33.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near</title><content type='html'>So, finally, sadly, I must say that my time in Hong Kong is drawing to a close. While I still officially have over 2 months left in this lovely city, in reality that adds up to only about 8 more weekends which I can spend doing everything either 'one last time' or in some cases for the first time. I've been checking things off my mental to-do list slowly but surely, and only a few remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What remains:&lt;br /&gt;I have some shopping to do in Shenzhen, for certain Chinese things that just can't be bought in America&lt;br /&gt;I need to visit Macau once before departing Asia (it's a 2 hour ferry ride away, I just need to apply through AFS and find a guide to show me around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What that means is that I'm basically done with everything I 'needed' to do in Hong Kong. I've seen basically everything there is to see, been almost everywhere there is to go, and done all the things I had dreamed of accomplishing before coming to Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've done that I expected to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited the Big Buddha on Lantau Island by cablecar (Largest seated outdoor bronze Buddha in the world)&lt;br /&gt;Eaten&lt;i&gt; real&lt;/i&gt; Dim Sum (done that trillions of times)&lt;br /&gt;Sung Karaoke (also done many times, each time a little less scary/weird)&lt;br /&gt;Visited the Ladies Market in MongKok (awesome street market, located in the place with the world's highest population density)&lt;br /&gt;Seen Tung Choi street (a street full of goldfish vendors)&lt;br /&gt;Temple Street (another crazy night market)&lt;br /&gt;Gone hiking in Sai Kung (awesome nature park in HK, opposite of the bustling city)&lt;br /&gt;Visited several outlying islands (HK has tons of tiny little islands, fascinating places)&lt;br /&gt;Been to The Peak (HK's highest point, incredible view of the city)&lt;br /&gt;Seen traditional temples (all ove HK)&lt;br /&gt;And tons more things I can't think of right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've done which were totally unexpected:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flown in a helicopter (friend of a friend just happened to be a pilot!)&lt;br /&gt;Traveled to Xiamen, Shaoguan, and Shenzhen (Mainland is crazy-awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;Met more fantastic people than I can keep track of (Yes, I have a real problem remembering all my friends' names and faces)&lt;br /&gt;Become the vice-chairman of my school's Geography Club (OK, so that really doesn't mean much, but I like the title)&lt;br /&gt;Played numerous basketball and soccer pickup games with locals (always a pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;Taken, and passed, the HK exams (Yes, I'm actually 'learning' some applicable book-knowledge here)&lt;br /&gt;Seen Giant Pandas&lt;br /&gt;And again, tons and tons of things that I can't remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point of all this is just to say that I truly feel as if I've taken full advantage of every second I've spent in Hong Kong + surrounding areas. I've taken control of my time here, and done what I like, while still maintaining a better-than-decent relationship with my Host family, classmates/teachers, and out-of-school friends. I've learned so many things about life, myself, people, the world, and HK's unique culture. Rewarding to say the very least. I have no regrets at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, though my blogging is clearly declining, it is for a good cause. I'm just too busy getting the most out of my last few weeks in Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S8xSmZT0qFI/AAAAAAAADR0/1eHKCCn8Qn4/s1600/Yearbook+pic+Ben+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S8xSmZT0qFI/AAAAAAAADR0/1eHKCCn8Qn4/s400/Yearbook+pic+Ben+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-1229644673036592720?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/1229644673036592720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=1229644673036592720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1229644673036592720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1229644673036592720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S8xSmZT0qFI/AAAAAAAADR0/1eHKCCn8Qn4/s72-c/Yearbook+pic+Ben+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-2200538724839363452</id><published>2010-03-16T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:58:07.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Indian Dinner!</title><content type='html'>Well, on the past 2 Sundays I've done something I absolutely love. Go out for Indian food! While Chinese food is great, it does get a bit tiring. Rice, noodles, fried things, and mystery meat combining themselves in billions of delicious and sometimes frightful concoctions has its limits. Indian food contains many more flavors, spices, ingredients, and for some reason never fails to make me feel happy whenever I eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ranking of world cuisines right now (it changes often):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Indian&lt;br /&gt;Italian&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Mexican&lt;br /&gt;Mediterranean &lt;br /&gt;All the other stuff&lt;br /&gt;French (The bread is good, but all that wine cheese and pate stuff is garbage!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Sunday was the 18th birthday of an Italian fellow AFSer (Ludo), and me, him, and our German-Indian AFS friend Ravi celebrated by going out to a deluxe Indian brunch buffet in Central. It was a birthday, so we were all willing to splurge a bit on the price. We knew we were going to one of HK's top Indian restaurants for a buffet experience unlikely ever to be relived, so the 158HKD (20USD) for unlimited food and drinks was acceptable. And a note on HK prices: that was the most expensive meal I've ever had here! Even the 'expensive' places here are cheap for Western standards. Usually a lunch costs below 3USD, dinner less than 5. The restaurant, Bombay Dreams if you must know, was gorgeous. The interior was covered in beautiful Indian&amp;nbsp; decor with soft Indian-Jazz fusion in the background. It was filled with giant obese white businessmen and large Indian families mostly. We stuck out: an Italian, an American, and a German (but of course he looks Indian) teenager eating together. We sat down at our table, were served an exquisite selection of appetizers (part of the buffet) plus Lassis, Lassis, and more Lassis (Rose flavor!), and began our quest to fill our vacant digestive tracts from the numerous trays of Indian delights enough to justify the exorbitant check we knew was coming our way. It started with heaping helpings of vegetable curries, chutneys, and rice pulao. The next trip to the counter led to piping-hot naan, cold fresh chickpea salad, and some more steaming, perfectly spiced curries containing potatoes, lamb, and chicken. By the third trip, we were already stuffed but forced ourselves to keep chewing and swallowing more of our favorites from the prior plates. After a 10-minute digestion break to make sure we didn't induce vomiting upon ourselves, we asked for our dessert to be brought to us (in nice restaurants you can get them to serve you from the buffet if you just ask!) and gradually sampled all the sickly sweet treats brought to us. The whole venture turned out to be one of the greatest meals of my stay in Hong Kong, if not my whole life. Worth the money? For a one-time treat, yes. Needless to say, dinner wasn't necessary that night. In fact, I felt as though I'd never eat again in my life. But time goes on and rest assured that I haven't skipped a meal since then. After all, I like food. Why skip meals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the first Indian dinner I had this past fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one, this past Sunday, draws very few similarities to the first one however; it was also enjoyed with my friend Ravi, and the food was delicious and Indian. The reason for its major contrast? Well, let's start with a teensy bit of background information. My friend Ravi is a Sikh. So, he knows about Sikh things including the Sikh Temple in Wan Chai. And we had the fantastic idea of visiting it as a unique experience (for me) and so he could truthfully tell his natural family that he went as is customary for Sikhs on Sundays. Fascinating and unique it was! Of course, I have never been to a Sikh Temple of any kind before in my life, and the Hong Kong Khalsa Diwan Temple built in 1901 by the British Army is truly a grand historical structure. The outside looks like a blue and white mushroom, and the inside is simple and gorgeous as well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some tips for anybody looking to visit a Sikh Temple:&lt;br /&gt;-Go with a Sikh so you know what to do&lt;br /&gt;-If all your neighborhood Sikhs are unavailable, observe the following:&lt;br /&gt;-Take off your shoes and socks and put them on the shelves available outside the main prayer hall&lt;br /&gt;-Take one of headscarf/bandannas available outside and tie it around your head&lt;br /&gt;-Have some coins to put into the offering box in front of the altar&lt;br /&gt;-After donating, kneel, bow, wait for a second, and then move away so others can make their donation&lt;br /&gt;-Find an empty place of the floor to sit and pray/think/do whatever you came to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we went in. I, under Ravi's supervision, avoided offending anybody, gave my first monetary offering to the Sikh temple authorities, and saw how Sikhs pray. The 'service' had ended when we were there, so only the stragglers were left behind. They appeared to be sitting on the ground, some alone some with small groups, facing the alter, talking, shouting, whispering, singing, wailing, or silently immersing themselves in thought. In the background some Punjabi classical music was humming through the sound-system, calming the mood a bit a suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that fascinating experience, we went downstairs. To the dining room! It is a part of the Sikh religion to do voluntary service, so the Temple has a free kitchen of simple vegetarian north-Indian fare made and served by members of the community. Anybody is welcome to come and eat their fill, but I'm sure abuse of the system is frowned upon. Anyway, it was perfectly acceptable for us to eat, especially since we had just gone into the Temple and peeked around the place i.e. we weren't just there for the free food. Again, we removed our shoes, put on bandannas, and entered the dining room. This dining room was spartan to say the least. Old red carpets lay in rows across the tiled floor, about half of them with people (all Indians...) sitting crosslegged with tin trays and plastic cups, using the floor as their table and chair and their bread as a utensil, as is normal in India. We sat next to some birds who were picking crumbs off the floor, and after a minute, trays were brought to us. A minute later, some men came around to us with metal buckets of food which they ladled onto our trays. There were 3 dishes: delightful dal, spicy chutney, and some awesome hot vegetable curry. Plus freshly baked chapati bread of course! The food, though simple, was fantastic. It all had a certain homemade taste to it, which I rarely experience with Indian food. Spicy, plentiful (the men with buckets made rounds refilling people's tray), and I'm guessing quite healthful. The food was accompanied by incredible chai tea, perfectly spiced, and constantly flowing from a capacious metal urn whenever a refill was required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The experience and atmosphere was like none I've had before. The meal and surroundings were quite the opposite of the previous week's pricey jaunt, and completely free of charge. The contrast is really quite stark: while before I was served by a clean-shaven young well-dressed Indian gentleman from silver platters, now I was being served by a barefoot old man with a flowing white beard and a towering white turban from a bucket while squatted next to some pigeons enjoying the leftovers of the last diners. In another way from the last Indian meal, it was wholly unforgettable. Both, however, were great experiences which I probably will never have a chance to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more things on my non-existent to-do-before-I-leave-HK list can be ticked off: patronize the Sikh Temple and enjoy the tastiest Indian buffet in the HKSAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hong Kong really is an international city. A whole blog entry focusing on Indian stuff while I'm staying in China! Who woulda thunk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-2200538724839363452?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/2200538724839363452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=2200538724839363452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/2200538724839363452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/2200538724839363452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/03/full-indian-dinner.html' title='Full Indian Dinner!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-7572215999678588097</id><published>2010-03-10T04:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T04:01:06.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haw mh haw yi doh di?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever ordered an ice cream, and upon receiving it been shocked and horrified by the meager quantity given to you, despite the exorbitant pricing of the establishment in question???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, come the Hong Kong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what am I talking about? I'm talking about an HK phenomenon, that I may or may not have started. When I first got to Hong Kong, I passed by a gelato shop in Tuen Mun Town Centre, a shopping mall near my school. I was exactly the prey they were hunting for! I paid about 35HKD for a cup of chocolate gelato, a very very very high price by HK standards. As a comparison, I spend about 18 for my lunch every day - rice/noodles, meat smothered in something, and a drink of some sort usually. A large portion. So yeah, this was some pricey ice cream. Anyway, when I received it, the cup was only partially full. The lady behind the counter could easily have squeezed more into it if she tried. I was feeling... rebellious you might say, so I cheekily asked her in Cantonese, "Haw mh haw yi doh di, mh goi?" meaning, "May I have some more please?". And at the time I failed to make the 'Oliver' connection, but looking back its hard to miss. Anyway, she was so charmed to hear a Caucasian speaking Cantonese (she started giggling as soon as I opened my mouth), she gladly filled my cup to the brim! It was then that my epiphany took place: asking for more ice cream actually works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was just the beginning. It was as if I had cracked a hole in Hong Kong's ice cream infrastructure. The next ice cream I got, which was from McDonalds, also came about 3/4 as tightly packed as it could have been. Well, I got that fixed pretty quickly with my same line! And the pattern continues to this day. Every time I consume ice cream, I ask for more. And every time, it works! Even though some of the ice-cream shop employees do it begrudgingly (mostly the males, not as easily charmed), they all give in in the end. Its a flawless tactic. And its not just me anymore. Many other exchange students here have begun doing the same thing after I informed them of its possibility of working. I just love thinking about the amounts of 'extra' ice cream being doled out due to my dissatisfaction one day and the ensuing request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've never thought of trying this in the US, but somehow I think I would just get a cold stare rather than some cold ice cream. Also, I don't even know if it works for Chinese people in Hong Kong, it could just be that the clerks are so stunned to hear a whitey speaking their language that they relent to my demand whilst in a state shock. But, nonetheless, it works for me, and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-7572215999678588097?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/7572215999678588097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=7572215999678588097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/7572215999678588097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/7572215999678588097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/03/haw-mh-haw-yi-doh-di.html' title='Haw mh haw yi doh di?'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-8607811027352106492</id><published>2010-02-24T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:01:22.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to</title><content type='html'>Well, contrary to popular belief, I am still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've just been incredibly busy with various things. For instance, Chinese New Year! I had an 11 day holiday from school, which I took full advantage of, having ample fun and meeting many (host) family friends. It's a tradition that during the first few days of the new year, you go visit friends and family. Its kind of a nationwide family reunion in China. Anyway, I went with my host parents to visit friends, classmates, neighbors, and former students of my host father who is a teacher. It was a fabulous opportunity to use my steadily improving Cantonese, and it was a fantastic chance to get rich as well. You see, married people in China (HK included of course) are obliged to give unmarried people red packets filled with cash when they meet around the New Year period. As I have yet to find a suitable wife, I benefited from this tradition, which I imagine must be a real pain-in-the-wallet for married folks. The amounts given vary: 2 packets of equal value are always given together by the couple, each packet containing a minimum of 10HKD and ranging... well really theoretically going as high as 1000HKD as such a banknote does exist. But I'd say the average is 20HKD per packet. Double that and multiply by all the many married couples one is likely to meet at large gatherings, and you've got some serious money. Makes me happy and decreases the frequency of my trips to the ATM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, most traditional Lunar New Year practices have been abandoned in Hong Kong, and only still exist in Mainland China. The Hong Kong people are just too cosmopolitan to acknowledge many of the really old customs, such as buying new clothes, shoes, not cutting your hair, eating many special foods, and making a pilgrimage to their nearest Buddhist temple. As I really didn't do any very traditional things this holiday, I won't bore you with any more details of how my Lunar New Year celebrations went. Just know that I enjoyed myself greatly and experienced the unique thrill of a Chinese New Year in China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will talk about something special I did during the holiday. I went to a Hong Kong camp for the first time! Actually, it was my first time spending the night somewhere other than my bed in my host family's home since arriving in Hong Kong, due to AFS's strict rules disallowing such things. But this camp was with my class, teachers included, so AFS allowed me to go after applying in advance! The camp was meant to soothe some inter-student tensions that have been running for the past few months that evolved from a dispute about our Christmas singing contest. Some people didn't want to join, but others submitted the entrance application for the entire class to join the inter-class section of the competition. Anyway, the camp was scheduled a long time ago, but by the time it took place the tensions were already almost cooled down, lost in time. About 30 out of my class's 32 students took part in the activity, as well as both class teachers. Let the bonding begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campsite we had reserved was a tiny little Red Cross sponsored campsite on the far-off Lantau Island which I've only been to once before for an AFS organized hiking trip. After meeting at the designated time in the nearest MTR (subway) station, we all took off on a bus to the camp. As the weather was about 8 degrees celsius on that day, the coldest Hong Kong ever gets, nobody was in a terribly good mood. But nonetheless, we got to the camp and began out teambuilding activities. Honestly, the activities were nothing special. Just tasks that could only be completed by everybody working together, such as moving a stick across the basketball court using only 1 finger each, creating a human bridge across a field, and making a human tower to lift a tire on top of an extremely tall pole. They were enjoyable, and got us warmed up from the cold damp weather, as well as giving us a chance to bond I suppose. After the activities it was 'dance-around-the-campfire' time. The HK version of a campfire is a firepit with a small flame going. Everybody stands in a big circle around it, and there are some set songs/dances that I was quickly taught. The perplexing thing was, that the dances were quite violent, involving people being pushed to the ground. It didn't seem very safe considering we were all within 2 meters of an open fire... but the camp leader (one volunteer guy was the coordinator/planner of the whole camp) seemed to have no qualms so the fun went on for about an hour. It really wasn't much fun, but I passed the time chatting with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner wasn't good. Some steamed egg with mystery meat, disgusting droopy vegetables, and low quality white rice (yes, I've come to realize even white rice has noticeable quality differences depending on the establishment). But it filled me up. After a late-night basketball game with some of the guys during our evening free-time, it was sleeping time at 12:00AM. Of course, boys will be boys. 12:00 is clearly far too early to be sent to bed during the holidays when you're surrounded by friends you rarely see outside of the classroom. The problem was, we were sent into our cabin (there was one for males, one for females, quite small inside with military barrack style bunks and a communal bathroom) to get into bed. But the leader/coordinator of the camp of course was male, and thus we couldn't blatantly disobey our orders to sleep, as he could clearly see us from the bunk in which he lay. Creativity was needed! We weren't actually forced to go into our beds, so we pretended to be playing a card game while whispering our schemes to escape the cabin and go outside. Our first thought was the windows: they weren't too high to climb out or back in through, and had no screens or anything blocking us. The only issue was that they were quite small, so it would be a tight squeeze to get through, and the chance of being caught was high as they were quite near where the camp leader was lying (not asleep, just lying awake). After that plan was scrapped we just sat around considering whether the front door of the cabin could be opened noiselessly. But that was deemed for too risky; too much of a gamble and no good explanation upon capture. Then one of my classmates went to go into the bathroom to pee. And, lo and behold, the cabin had a back door! Actually it was an emergency fire exit from the bathroom, but it was unlocked and the alarm was disabled, so it was the perfect escape route! A very lucky find! We all pretended to need to go use the bathroom, and when we went in, we simply slipped out the back. The coordinator must have fallen asleep at some point while we were out, and we were never caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did once out was nothing too impressive. We just admired the view across the small bay the camp was situated upon to Hong Kong's largest high security prison. Great place for a youth camp, dontcha think? A stone's throw away from HK's baddest. Anyway, we just chatted, played some Chinese hand games (think rock paper scissors but a bit more complex) and gloated to each other at our genious in evading authority escaping the evil clutches of 'The Cabin'. Then we got tired and actually crept back into our warm beds and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, the whole thing really did bring us closer, sneaking around together at night and breaking the rules. We made the camp a success in our own way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (it was a 2 day, 1 night camp) was hiking day. After a terrible breakfast of noodle soup (the Chinese have no concept of pancakes, french toast, waffles, bacon and such) we set out on a 3 hour hiking trip back to the nearest public bus station (we had a private bus take us on the way). And, it was by far the best hiking I've done in Hong Kong so far. No visible roads or buildings, great mountain views down on the undeveloped coastal beaches of Lantau Island, and real fresh air. It felt like I couldn't possibly be in Hong Kong, this must be some wild nature reserve in the hinterlands somewhere. But really it was just a few kilometers away from the hustle and bustle of city life. A great stress-relief activity. Again, I passed the time by chatting and the trip was over before I knew it. All-in-all a wonderful experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, other than that the only terribly notable thing that occurred in the New Year holiday was that my computer broke. But now its fixed again, and better than ever! Goodbye XP, hello Windows 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Reardon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-8607811027352106492?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/8607811027352106492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=8607811027352106492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/8607811027352106492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/8607811027352106492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-3358016504999503153</id><published>2010-02-01T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:35:35.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote</title><content type='html'>I've been nominated for a blogging contest, so please vote for me if you love this blog! Use the button below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lexiophiles.com/ix09/vote-for-ix10"&gt;&lt;img alt="IX10 - Vote for this Blog" border="0" height="60" src="http://www.lexiophiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/ix10-vote-this-blog.png" title="IX10 - Vote for this Blog" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-3358016504999503153?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/3358016504999503153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=3358016504999503153&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/3358016504999503153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/3358016504999503153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/02/vote.html' title='Vote'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-6878068257535606780</id><published>2010-02-01T07:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:07:31.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Gum Purchase</title><content type='html'>I am basically a chewing gum addict. I chew gum whenever I'm not eating, sleeping, or in school (sadly its not allowed in Hong Kong). I love gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are some important differences worth noting in the 'gum culture' of Hong Kong versus the USA. First of all, gum in Hong Kong tends to be all sugar-free. Xylitol is the universal fake-sweetener used here. Its supposed to be much healthier than other artificial sugars and definitely easier on the teeth than sugar itself. In the US, I've never really seen xylitol gum, or at least its not advertized like it is in HK, with Xylitol being the biggest word on the packaging after the brand. Another thing is that in Hong Kong, gum is commonly sold in little metallic pouches, thankfully resealable with a zip-lock style closing device, with about 20 pellets of gum inside. Sticks of gum are kind of unusual and can be hard to find if you don't know where to look. And the Orbit gum 'tabs' I love so much in the USA are not to be found at all :(. Gumballs are available occasionally in those novelty machines where you put a coin in and it slides down to you, but I really hate gumballs so I've never been tempted. I would say I definitely prefer sticks or tabs, but the pellets are alright and now I'm kind of used to them. The texture is less 'gummy' though, and I usually need at least 2 at a time to get the full effect of the flavor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gum here still comes from some of the same brands as back home though. Wrigleys and its offbrands (Extra, Airwaves etc) are the most common still. But the other brands we have in the USA like Double Bubble, Hubba Bubba, Orbit, Bubble Tape, Big League Chew, and some of the 'Dental Hygiene' wannabe products are not to be found anywhere. Only one brand is here that I've never seen before: Colfresh. It claims to be Italian, but the nutritional information is oddly in Greek, Arabic, French, and then English. I've only seen it in the International supermarkets though, not the normal shops. Generally speaking the selection doesn't contain many different brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But flavors are a different matter. Blackcurrant-Menthol, Melonmint, peachmint, lemongrass-mint, blueberry, persimmon-vitaminized gum(bought that one in the mainland), blackberry-canteloupe, lemon-pear, and strawberry, are just a few of the delightful selection of fruity/minty/cinnamonny products available. It is a great pleasure of mine to go to the larger supermarkets and take my time browsing through all the options, choosing carefully, and eventually sampling my selections.I generally make a pilgrimage every few days to a 7-11, OK (another common convenience store in HK), or a supermarket to buy myself a pouch because the 20ish pellets don't last very long... my daily consumption is probably somewhere about 4-6 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, last Wednesday, I decided the time had come for a large purchase; making frequent pitstops at 7-11's is time-consuming and annoying. I had run out of gum (a dire emergency!) so after school I sped off on my bike to the Park-n-Shop (a supermarket) in Sheung Shui and went shopping! I gleefully made my selections and paid 50HKD total (6.5USD) for the items pictured below. WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order: Extra Strawberry (a big bag meant to refill that plastic barrel shown in the picture, of course I have one!), Wrigley's Lemongrass Mint (a new flavor for me), Extra Peach Mint, Airwaves Blackcurrant, and some classic Wrigley's Double Mint sticks. The number of 'pieces of gum' is 124 pellets + 25 sticks making for a nice total of 149 pieces!!! It makes me so happy I don't know what to say... Anyway, since that lovely purchase, I've of course tried all the flavors and they are all great. I have to say lemongrass-mint and blackcurrant are my favorites, but the peach-mint is also spectacular and the sticks are the best textured. Strawberry is my everyday gum (a bit cheaper, bought in bulk), the others are for 'special occasions'... like whenever I feel like them. Really I just choose whatever looks best at the moment... I'm never let down; its all delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, while writing this I've been happily chewing my way through a piece of Strawberry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yay, pictures on my blog finally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2auSW67P7I/AAAAAAAACG4/e1ModEIkuvo/s1600-h/IMG_6690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2auSW67P7I/AAAAAAAACG4/e1ModEIkuvo/s320/IMG_6690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2auG8_t2iI/AAAAAAAACGw/eEIxFoKShY0/s1600-h/IMG_6689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2auG8_t2iI/AAAAAAAACGw/eEIxFoKShY0/s320/IMG_6689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2at1qXj2MI/AAAAAAAACGo/4fnV42-kEzs/s1600-h/IMG_6688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2at1qXj2MI/AAAAAAAACGo/4fnV42-kEzs/s320/IMG_6688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2atjjRYdsI/AAAAAAAACGg/o-mBPyMN-WU/s1600-h/IMG_6687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2atjjRYdsI/AAAAAAAACGg/o-mBPyMN-WU/s320/IMG_6687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2atCmIfB_I/AAAAAAAACGY/isbtJFlS-ho/s1600-h/IMG_6686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2atCmIfB_I/AAAAAAAACGY/isbtJFlS-ho/s320/IMG_6686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2as0bi8WlI/AAAAAAAACGQ/ft95ZldqhoE/s1600-h/IMG_6691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2as0bi8WlI/AAAAAAAACGQ/ft95ZldqhoE/s320/IMG_6691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2asgLG5FgI/AAAAAAAACGI/ojWN8WAlznU/s1600-h/IMG_6685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2asgLG5FgI/AAAAAAAACGI/ojWN8WAlznU/s320/IMG_6685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-6878068257535606780?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/6878068257535606780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=6878068257535606780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/6878068257535606780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/6878068257535606780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-gum-purchase.html' title='The Great Gum Purchase'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S2auSW67P7I/AAAAAAAACG4/e1ModEIkuvo/s72-c/IMG_6690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-1000241143514352570</id><published>2010-01-27T04:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:06:33.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam results</title><content type='html'>So I got the results of all my exams back now. And actually, I'm pretty impressed with myself.First, I'll mention that Hong Kong exams are TOTALLY different from U.S. exams in the grade expectations. In the US 'passing' is assumed, even for quite low-performing students. But in Hong Kong, simply passing is everybody's goal. Getting an F is a real possibility with the incredible 'marking schemes' student work is compared to to figure out the appropriate scores. And these are not graded on any curve; all students are judged against this marking scheme, instead of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Use of English Exam was not really any surprise. If I hadn't gotten the highest results in Form 6, it would have been a real shocker seeing as English is my first language and everybody else's second or third (after Mandarin). I passed every section (there are 6)with excellent scores, just missing some marks here and there for silly errors or due to the specificity of answers required by the teacher. eg. I put more complex versions of the desired answers, and they were marked wrong. But whatever, I don't really care about arguing for every single point. I passed. I did wonderfully. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got back my Biology exam. But I take Form 4 Biology which is quite easier than any Form 6 classes. The exam was much easier too, consisting of multiple choice and short answer questions rather than essays. Also, as my A-Level class exams were 3 hours long in duration, this one was simply 1.5 hours. Much less mentally taxing, and I didn't even bother to study at all since 90% of the information we cover in class is review for me. And, it turns out, I really do know what I'm doing in Biology! I got 71/100 marks, an extraordinarily high score by HK standards. The highest anybody got in my class was 80/100, and I was in the top 4 in the 4th Form. I'm pleased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes history, which is divided into two sections: China and Europe. Each section had its own exam (2/3 essay, 1/3 Data Based Question) but the scores are combined in the end to form one big 'History' grade. I knew that History posed a big problem for me, as all my in-class essays received quite low marks for their lack of evidence. Apparently I have many excellent theories but I just don't back them up enough. Anyway, I studied about 20 minutes through the notes from both sections, which by Hong Kong standards is the same as not studying at all, but for me it was all I needed to remember a few basic important facts. And it worked; I passed both sections. 30/50 on the European part and 25.5/50 on the Chinese. I'm very pleased and surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography. Geography is the one subject I have never studied before in America and I have absolutely no interest or background in. Soil and biomes and agricultural systems just put me to sleep. And the exam was 3 hours of hellish essays about topics I honestly didn't know much about. Just some facts I remembered from the lessons and another 20 minutes of reviewing the class notes with some improvised details to accompany them. It worked. Kind of... I passed the section on Physical geography but failed the human geography section. But when you factor in my daily marks, I passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm just so glad the exams are over. No more sitting in a hard wooden chair for three hours writing essays about things I don't really understand or care about. And I passed all my classes, a real personal triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-1000241143514352570?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/1000241143514352570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=1000241143514352570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1000241143514352570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1000241143514352570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/01/exam-results.html' title='Exam results'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-6040622744316614541</id><published>2010-01-26T06:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T03:27:30.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Helicopters are amazing.</title><content type='html'>What did I do last Sunday? Not too much... just WENT ON A HELICOPTER RIDE!!!It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible. Exhilarating. Inspiring. I'm exaggerating now... but really it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the way this came to be was that one of my host mom's Mandarin classmates who came over during one of our Christmas gatherings was a helicopter pilot. And, during the dinner party, he graciously invited to take me on a ride around HK in a helicopter! Of course I expressed great interest, and before I knew it, the flight was scheduled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Sunday I met the pilot (Mr. Fung) at the Fanling Railway Station, and we took taxi to the People's Liberation Army Barracks at Shek Kong (in Hong Kong), where the HK Aviation Club is located. It was an experience in itself to see the PLA's Hong Kong base! The soldiers in their blue Communist uniforms, holding big rifles guarding the gate, always walking in stride with one another and none walking alone (they seemed to have buddies they stuck with at all times), were fascinating. They come from various areas of China, so most don't know Cantonese or English. Just Mandarin. So communicating with the gate guard who wanted to see my I.D. was kind of tough. But, bodily gestures and Mr. Fung's translation made it a non-issue. After passing through an airport-style metal detector and luggage scanner, I was in! Then there was a slight issue: the Aviation Club is nowhere near the entrance to the barracks/base. And no taxis or other public transport are allowed inside to take people around. Most of the club patrons posses their own private cars which they can easily drive to the Club, but we had none with us of course. So, luckily, a student-pilot happened to be entering the Base at the same time as us, and he was in his own car. So, we requested a ride in his beautiful Audi, and he drove us to the runway area. It turned out this man who drove us was a retired German entrepreneur/businessman living in Hong Kong who decided to learn to fly in his old age. Very cordial old fella'! Anyway, after a long while of watching other pilots take their turns&amp;nbsp; in the 2 shared helicopters the flight club owns, it was finally our turn. Now, originally, the plan was for Mr. Fung to take me all around Hong Kong - seeing Victoria Harbour from the air as well as some of the 'rural' areas. But, the cloud cover was extreme on that day, and visibility made it impossible. But still, we were allowed to make circles around the airport and stay fairly low to the ground!&lt;br /&gt;Now to the ride itself: After the pre-flight checks, we hopped into this tiny, insect-like helicopter.and Mr. Fung started the rotors. The feeling was instantly captivating - the deep rumbling of the engine and shaking of the whole craft as it awaited Control Tower permission to take off. When the message finally came that we could go, we gradually lifted off the ground! It was amazing compared to an airplane's takeoff - this one was quick, controlled, direct, and downright comfortable. We just rose straight into the air, and once Mr. Fung pushed to throttle, we began or ride! The feeling of the whole flight is incomparable to a fixed-wing aircraft in every way. This didn't feel like a speeding ship in the sky - it felt like a jet-pack. It seemed as though simply leaning left or right could have made the copter turn, and that the machine was an extension of the pilot's body as he deftly maneuvered around the sky. I was enraptured (is that a word?) by the 1 hour trip. Even though the sight-seeing itself was quite limited by our low altitude and lack of permission to travel outside the vicinity of the airport, I loved the experience in its entirety. My first ever helicopter ride was... perfect!&lt;br /&gt;We safely landed after an hour in the skies around Shek Kong, and that was that. I hope that this isn't the last opportunity I have to take a ride in a helicopter - its definitely something I'd like to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over now! I get results soon... I'm kind of worried. They were nothing like exams I have taken before in my life. These were 3-hour long ordeals, basically consisting of writing essays spitting back exactly what the notes from the lessons said. Or, in some cases, essays about things never once mentioned during class. Confusing. But I did my best and what's done is done. I'm just looking to pass all my subjects (easier said than done). And that is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Choi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-6040622744316614541?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/6040622744316614541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=6040622744316614541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/6040622744316614541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/6040622744316614541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/01/helicopters-are-amazing.html' title='Helicopters are amazing.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-4115579283300935251</id><published>2010-01-15T21:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:55:44.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>I'll just jump right in this time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in Hong Kong was basically nothing special. Just lots of decorations, music, several countdowns in various location in HK, but really most people seemed to kind of forget about the special-ness of the day. So did I. I just hung out with friends and family and family-friends. I met many new people as my host family hosted several groups of their friends/classmates over for dinner on the nights surrounding Christmas. Good Cantonese practice, good food! The break from school was also great; lots of freetime, exploring, doing HK stuff - singing karaoke, eating hotpot and dim sum, watching movies, meeting friends of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 30th of December I did something amazing. I went to mainland China for the first time!! Shenzhen, which lies right across the border with Hong Kong, was the specific location. I went with my host dad and 2 classmates who are actually originally from the mainland, one of whom still lives in Shenzhen part of the time. Basically, they speak Mandarin (across the border Cantonese is secondary to Mandarin) and are great guides. First, we all went to Book City, a giant books and electronics store popular with Hong Kongers for its cheap merchandise. Super interesting. Indescribably different from every other mall I've ever been to. Just... different. Next, after a great meal of 'mainland' cuisine, I went with my classmates to one of the most interesting areas I've ever seen in my life called Dongmun or East Gate in English, where we spent the whole rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it is an area of the city with tiny businesses selling various types of merchandise for extremely low prices. It had a special feeling too. Very 'real'. I have no idea how to go about describing it actually. The Shenzhen people were VERY different from Hong Kong people - to be blunt they were ruder, louder, more aware of reality, pushier, poorer, and even more competitive. I saw things I have never seen before in my day in Shenzhen. A young child doing a headstand in the street begging for change (most likely a 'slave' of the local gangs), blatant counterfeits being bought and sold EVERYWHERE (I got a high quality Faux-mega watch for about 15 USD!), old beggars who kept following me around in hopes of some money (not many white people venture into Dongmun, considered a dangerous place for unaccompanied tourists), streetside pet-shops where people just walk up to the cage, choose a puppy, pay a little money and walk off, filipino ladies in a filthy corner working speedily on sewing machines while a chinese woman 'oversaw' their work, and countless other incredible new things. And this was just in 1 day, in what is considered a rich part of the richest city in China. Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word cheap gains new meaning to me now too. Fake products seem more plentiful than real ones, and they all are ridiculously cheap for US and even HK standards. In the mainland, everything is negotiable when it comes to price. For me as a white person, they original price given for any item is at least triple what it should actually sell for. Still cheaper than buying in the USA though. Anyway, with the help of my friends' stupendous bargaining skills I wasn't cheated too badly on anything. I only bought a watch and various snack-food items though... other salespeople might have been less forgiving. And the snacks were amazing - the best milk tea I've ever tried, some Shanghaiese bready thing, noodles so spicy I always died while eating them, squid on a stick, octopus meatballs, and fried potatoes (also delightfully spicy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day in the mainland was eye-opening, to say the least. Very difficult to even remember all the news things I saw that day... too much. I can't wait to see more of China in my remaining 5 months here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years. New Years was fun - hanging out with friends and when the clock struck midnight, I was actually sitting in Avatar in a Mong Kok cinema. An appropriate way to welcome the new decade; enjoying the new technology that will gradually shape our lives more and more as time goes on. Great movie by the way! I'm a sucker for 3D I guess, and the story, while maybe sappy, was good enough to hold my interest. Beautiful brilliant movie!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now exams have begun at school. So far I have just had Use of English Oral and Listening which are simple for me, but I expect Geography and History to be hard. Hopefully I can pass... More on that in the coming few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... what else? I attended a local Jazz-Hip-Hop Dance Interschool Competition. Fascinating! I'm not a dance person, but it was amazing to see secondary school students with the courage to get on the stage and perform group dances that were kind of goofy to be honest. About 10% of the dancers in the competition seemed to know what they were doing, the remaining 90% flopping around the stage looking quite unnatural and uncomfortable. But, nevertheless, it was a unique Hong Kong experience to see groups of 13-19 y/o's dancing shamelessly. Mostly American music was used in the background, and the students and teachers clearly didn't understand the meaning of the lyrics. Let's just say profanity (including the 'N' word) went unedited and lyrics like 'strip for me, take it all off' were danced to by some pretty young naive girl and boys. Hilarious to watch! Plus the ones who were good were pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all. I'm busy, I'm happy, I'm loving Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-4115579283300935251?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/4115579283300935251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=4115579283300935251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/4115579283300935251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/4115579283300935251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/01/holiday-season.html' title='Holiday Season'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-3956554474297480433</id><published>2010-01-02T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:47:02.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>So time is limited at present (too much fun to be had!). I have no energy or brainpower remaining to make a worthwhile blog entry. But school starts again tomorrow, which means I'll have free lessons with nothing to do. Basically, I'm not saying anything except that I'm having a fantastic time here, and a real blog post will be here soon.Sorry for the long wait! Next entry coming soon!Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-3956554474297480433?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/3956554474297480433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=3956554474297480433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/3956554474297480433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/3956554474297480433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-1797847279407935057</id><published>2009-12-16T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:16:40.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of schoolwork</title><content type='html'>Well, just to prove that my brain is still capable of functioning I've decided to post a piece of schoolwork I just completed for my Use of English class. The assignment was to write an opinion/persuasive paper about the institution of the N.S.S. curriculum in Hong Kong's schools. I happen to be very opinionated on the topic of HK schools, so I enjoyed writing this one... but still its 1/4 BS to please my teacher. Anyway, I wouldn't say I'm completely satisfied with my work, but its an example of what I'm doing here. And unless you are a little familiar with HK schools this probably won't make much sense, but who knows. Here goes:Last year, the H.K.S.A.R Education Bureau introduced a totally new education system into Hong Kong schools. Dubbed the New Senior Secondary Curriculum, NSS for short, it strives to reform the old system, modernize teaching methods used, better equip students for the competitive future awaiting them, and take stress off the student body. To carry out these goals, it intends to encourage a more diverse learning environment. By utilizing more project learning, placing higher value on School-Based Assessment marks in the public exam grading scheme, and promoting life-skills acquisition, NSS aims to prepare students more practically for real-life situations they will encounter. Other changes include the addition of a new A Level subject, Liberal Studies, which will center around the analytical study of current issues in the world, the omission of Form 7 from secondary schools in favor of  4 year university study, a merging of the arts and science streams allowing student to study any mixture of elective subjects they desire, and the inclusion of Other Learning Experiences, OLE's, to broaden student's horizons outside of the classroom. But will these measures be drastic enough to overcome the incredible challenge of fixing a school system often quoted as being the most intense, impersonal, and stressful in the whole world? The changes being implemented are definitely a great step forward on the road to recovering the  potential of Hong Kong's youth, but will by no means finish the job. While I appreciate the government's acknowledgment of the problems with education in Hong Kong, I am severely disappointed with their lack of real change to the system. I am not at all confident that the measures being imposed will succeed in preparing students for post-school life any better. Creativity won't be cultivated, stressful exams are still ever-present and extremely crucial to progressing through the system, and most of all, the actual classroom environment isn't changed at all, from a lecture-based atmosphere in which students' minds are put to sleep rather than stimulated, which I consider the most important factor still needing to be addressed. The new system is definitely a vast improvement though. Students are asked to do analytical thinking in Liberal Studies, though the presence of a public exam looming at the end of Form 6 squashes most real potential, will be exposed to new aspects of life through the required OLE's, and be able to become more well-rounded, happy students now that they may choose any elective courses they desire, instead of the old unbending 'streams'. Despite these tremendous efforts by the government to make the necessary changes, NSS simply doesn't perform its role properly. My main complaint with NSS is its refusal to make any real change to the everyday school life of Hong Kong students. Lessons are conducted in the exact same manner. Class is always based around an ever-repeating cycle of lectures, notes, and readings, leading to standardized examinations. This is the cycle that most needs to be broken. Active lessons are scientifically proven to stimulate real learning rather than acquisition through memorization of facts. More student-teacher interaction and communication are required to really streamline the efficiency of learning. If students ask more questions, teachers don't place shame upon incorrect answers, and an attempt is made to enhance student-staff relations, students will feel more comfortable in school and be more open and excited to learn. Teacher re-training should be done to ensure teachers are aware of this need, as many teachers are completely backward in this aspect, tending to overexert their power on students effectually creating a stressful environment in which students are unable and unwilling to focus on learning. Multiple learning styles definitely exist too, with some students learning best from visual sources, some from active sources, some from written sources, and some from oral sources. The current setup only allows those who learn from listening and reading to thrive. The addition of video sources, physical activity, audio-visual technologies, and a decrease in the amount of in-class lectures would be a wonderful option to overcome this obstacle. Sitting and listening to lectures all day long does the opposite of encouraging excitement about learning. It promotes dreariness and boredom among naturally active-minded teens. So, the complete lack of change in everyday lesson structure is the main change missing from NSS. Another complaint of mine about NSS is its supposed reform of the public examinations. Removing the CERT level is a truly great change; no longer will a large percentage of students be kicked out of their original schools or be forced to repeat Form 5. The shame accompanying poor results is lowered, as a student will never be asked to leave his peers behind due to bad marks. But the change isn't great enough. At the end of Form 6, students still need to sit for one public exam which determines the entire course of their futures. Good marks mean an opportunity for a better university, leading to a better job, and a more desirable life. Bad marks doom students to a lower-quality education and career options are greatly diminished. The elimination of the CERT level will only increase the pressure and stress coming with the remaining exam. In an attempt to reduce test pressure, NSS actually multiplies it by focusing all tension on one life-changing test. NSS is an abject failure on this matter. The only positive change to the examination is the fact the a certain percentage of the marks will be taken from the School-Based Examination, balancing the validity of test results a bit more. But for each individual student, the pressure is just the same as in the old system, if not higher. The Education Bureau missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a concrete change to the test-based nature of Hong Kong school. Even Liberal Studies, the new A Level, has a public exam proceeding the course's completion, making its usefulness as a 'skill building' class null. Teachers will catch on to exam patterns quickly, and begin to focus more on what needs to be learned for good test marks than what is really most beneficial to students' learning. If anything, the number of required A levels should have been lowered rather than added to, if schools really want to encourage students to pursue what they love in school. A stronger focus on class grades rather than just test marks should also have been added to prevent the epidemic of students neglecting homework and classwork assignments, citing lack of necessity to complete them as their excuse. An emphasis on everyday work being of top quality rather than relying on a single test to comparatively gauge students, makes far more sense. The prudence of the Education Bureau must be questioned, having overlooked such simple, practical changes that could have led to vast improvement over the old system. NSS has gotten a lot of fanfare in the first year since its inception. Many people claim it provides the much needed changes the Hong Kong's schools. It clearly has its positive aspects; it brings Hong Kong closer to proven successful Western education techniques, promotes creativity more than ever before, and hopes to engage students in life outside of school more. Supporters say NSS is enough; it does its job. Stress will be reduced from students' hectic lives with the removal of the CERT level and AL exams. Liberal Studies will bring awareness about current events to naïve students, and fill the gaps between materials covered in other subjects. OLE's will force students to go out of their comfort zones and experience new things. Opening the 'streams' will let students do what they really want and follow their desires. But this is failing to see the big picture. While each individual reform is a good thing, the  total package of NSS fails to fulfill its obligations. Unfortunately, NSS doesn't go far enough with its revisions. It falls short in modernizing teaching methods, diversifying education, fixing the problem of the exam-based nature of schools, and preparing students for life after school.  While it is a courageous attempt to mend the old system,  NSS simply doesn't make the essential changes.Feedback please!Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-1797847279407935057?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/1797847279407935057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=1797847279407935057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1797847279407935057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1797847279407935057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/12/piece-of-schoolwork.html' title='A piece of schoolwork'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-7022814684056368537</id><published>2009-12-07T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:15:24.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter for lunch?</title><content type='html'>So I'll start off by explaining the title:In Hong Kong English, pronunciation isn't always... correct. Many words are simply said differently here. One of these words is 'pizza', coming from an advertising campaign by Pizza Hut in which the word is pronounced 'Pissa'. Thus, the general population only knows that delightful circular Italian cheese-bread with the incorrect pronunciation. Anyway, one day I was talking to my classmates about ordering some pizza for lunch (which by the way is damn expensive here) and they just started laughing and laughing. After a while they asked me what on earth I was talking about - ordering 'pizza' for lunch. After some more confusion it was discovered that the word Pizza (said correctly) matches the local (mis)pronunciation of the name Peter, and they really though I would talking about ordering Peter for lunch. So the happy ending to my tale is that a few HKers now know the real way to say the word Pizza. We never got it in the end either; far too small and expensive. But I really miss pizza actually... greasy cheesy tomatoey breadiness is hard to come by here. The Pizza places are all 'upscale' and its impossible to buy by the slice. Whatever, there are plenty of other greasy foods to tide me over until next June.And on that note I'll point out that I'm nearly half-way done with my time in HK. OH MY GOD!!! It's shocking; the time has zippppped by faster the speed of light. Not that I haven't learned, experienced, and accomplished many many things, but it just doesn't seem like I've been living in Hong Kong for 4 months already.But what have I done here so far?Well, apart from the fact that I've matured greatly, am much more independent, more capable of fending for myself, and have a new view of life, there are a couple of more calculable things I've done. My knowledge of the Cantonese language has jumped from 0 to extremely basic conversational ability necessary for life, plus I know many abnormal/random words and phrases good solely for the purpose of showing off. I am now learning to write a few characters too. Hard as hell, but I'm oh-so-gradually learning how to draw those pictographs legibly.For the past two Sunday's I've been going to Tuen Mun to learn some Kung Fu basics as well. It's a great release of energy/stress to smack those pads with all my might! Plus I'm learning South Chinese kung-fu in South China; how cool is that?!?! I'm not sure if I have enough time/commitment to become a master or anything, but just as a fun, unique way to spend Sundays, its perfect.What else? I'm in my school's singing contest (the whole class joined much to my chagrin) and we will be singing an old-school 70's HK song called ShaLaLa in front of the school. It's in English, but still getting on a stage, even collectively, is something I doubt I'd ever do in America. But circumstance is forcing me, so it shall be done. I'll give more info when it actually happens.Okay so I guess I'll just continue by saying more things I've done lately.AFS organized a volunteering activity for all exchange students at a charity in HK called 'Crossroads'. We did an interesting activity which simulated the daily life of the world's slum-dwellers, and it was actually quite eye-opening and enjoyable. After that we just did some standard volunteer work; packing boxes, moving furniture, carrying things around, folding clothes.Otherwise I've been having gobs of fun doing countless different things with my various groups of friends. Eating and window-shopping are recurring though. Hong Kong's malls are simply unescapable, and the desire/necessity to eat never seems to wane.I got a ticket to Muse, coming to HK next February! One of my all-time favorites, and I'm going to get to see them live! Sooo excited.Christmas is coming! Meaningless to me actually, but still I will mention that Hong Kong likes decorations. A lot. Almost every building is now covered in twinkly little lights, with generic Christmassy music playing everywhere, and specialized advertising for the holiday season has arrived en masse. Even the people who work at Tuen Mun Town Centre Information Centre are wearing Santa hats... I would be lying if I said all this wasn't PISSING ME OFF already. I am the grinch. No matter if I'm in Iowa or Hong Kong, the Christmas spirit just ends up making me angry. It's inexplicable really, but I just have a cultivated hatred for all things Christmas.And thats all my exhausted brain is capable of providing my fingers to type today. Until next time... byebyela!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-7022814684056368537?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/7022814684056368537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=7022814684056368537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/7022814684056368537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/7022814684056368537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/12/peter-for-lunch.html' title='Peter for lunch?'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-1854006092663647018</id><published>2009-11-16T04:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:45:53.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jams</title><content type='html'>So, I've been thinking about how to make this blog more interesting with my limited time, brain power, and technology. So this post has a theme: Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to start off, I'll mention that Hong Kong seems to be a musical black hole. Cantopop is king here, and Mandopop, J-Pop, K-Pop, and late 90's American Boy Band music come next in popularity. I'm not going to say that this music is bad, but its not what I consider quality listening. I don't understand why this music is relevant to the locals' lives either; I think I'd get into gansta rap, death metal, or speedcore if I had to suffer through the stressful Hong Kong school system and lifestyle for my entire youth. But, somehow, those sappy, melancholy love ballads crooned in Cantonese are whats 'in' in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anybody wondering what I'm talking about specifically, I can give you a few names of artists my classmates have recommended:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.I.R&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;Eason Chan&lt;br /&gt;Edison Chen&lt;br /&gt;G.E.M Tang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look them up on Youtube if you want to look and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Ben, what do you listen to in Hong Kong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you asked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I listen to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tons&lt;/span&gt; of music here. You see, even though I have no free time, I have hours and hours of time that can only really be spent listening to music. "How?" you ask? Public transport of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I take a minibus ride of 40 minutes each way to and from school. That gives me 80 minutes with nothing to do but enjoy the contents of my iPod! WOOHOOO! I love it actually, because in the mornings it wakes me up from my semi-conscious 'get ready for school' state, and in the afternoons it relaxes me after 6 hours of listening to various lectures in broken English. It's a kind of therapy almost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll mention specifics of who I've been listening to in the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wax Tailor   -  French Experimental Trip-hop&lt;br /&gt;Muse         -  One of my all-time favorite bands from the UK&lt;br /&gt;Immortal Technique  - NYC Political/Conspiracy Theory Gangster Rap&lt;br /&gt;Dan le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip - unexplainable spoken word/experimental duo&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein  - German Industrial Metal at its finest&lt;br /&gt;Kid Cudi  - A new genre I'd say, but in the realm of hip-hop&lt;br /&gt;Mika - amazing singer, in Hong Kong later this month, but sold out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just scratching the surface. But anywho, look up those names if you want to hear the same sounds I hear while making the trek from Sheung Shui to Tuen Mun every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are cold now. Heating doesn't exist in HK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-1854006092663647018?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/1854006092663647018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=1854006092663647018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1854006092663647018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1854006092663647018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-jams.html' title='My Jams'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-4279394813715824009</id><published>2009-11-04T20:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:21:54.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>As usual, will be a breakdown of what I've been up to recently. Hopefully it's keeping all you crazy people who read my blog satiated with news from South China... if not, COMMENT and tell me how to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my school, last week was "Formal Test Week", meaning that all junior form students have a series of rigorous exams to suffer through, one for each subject they study, but for us senior form students all it means is that we get off at 1:15 every day! Each lesson is shortened to 30 minutes, and lunchtime is removed from the schedule. Anyway, it was very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a very exciting day. After school, I ate some noodles with classmates, then went home to change, and then went to Wan Chai to meet my afser friend Jordan, to go turn in our monthly reimbursement forms to the head afs office. We get transportatin fees to and from school reimbursed, as well as $20 per day for lunch (about $2.50 US) and any textbooks we have to buy for school.　Anyway, after locating the office with the help of a Russian bank security guard who knew the street, and multiple phone calls to the AFS 'workers' for further instructions, we turned in our forms uneventfully. Then, it was time for fun! The AFS/Hong Kong University Halloween Party was about to start. But, of course, it was a Halloween party, so costumes were needed. Me and Jordan had put some forethought into this, and I decided to be a random scary guy with crazy makeup and Jordan was an Asian Vampire. Anyway, we went to Jordan's house, put on our crazy makeup for a LONG time, made ourselves look as creepy as possible, joined some other partygoers (afsers as well), and took the train to Central, then a Taxi to the University, then trekked uphill to the building where the party was taking place, and finally we arrived. Actually, we were 2 hours late to the party, but still it was worth it. We were definitely the best scarily-costumed people there! Plus, riding the MTR in costume is the most fun thing in the world... More about that later. The party itself was nothing special; just meager snacks, crappy music, everybody dressed up in their costumes admiring each other and taking photos, and the University students who were the real hosts dancing and socializing a bit. It was fun just to have many people together though. After the party, it was quite late and nobody had really eaten dinner, so we went together to McDonalds and got some cheap food, then I went home to beat my curfew, while some others went clubbing. Riding the train in costume, is one of the strangest things I've ever done I think. Every single person either stares, pretends not to notice after taking a few glances, or talks to you. I met some crazy people from Atlanta, and Indian guy who (rightly) accused me of being a day early, and some local girls who insisted on taking photos with me. It's one thing to be a gwai chai (white boy) in Hong Kong, but to be white and in crazy makeup is just toooooo much! It was incredibly fun, because ALL the attention of passersby was on me, they all took their turn to stare, point, gawk, laugh, cry, scream... okay I'm exaggerating too much now. Basically, I got a look of odd looks, and had fun by staring down random people in an attempt to scare them a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, washed off my makeup, and had some good fitfull rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was REAL Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I just relaxed, ate breakfast with my family, relaxed, and then went to lunch with my family as well. They took me to an ancient Taoist Temple, situated really close to where we live, that serves traditional Taoist Vegetarian cuisine. The food was great; vegetables, noodles, rice and congee from the restaurant's communal rice pot, and all inside the gorgeous temple. It was a wonderful meal, and I believe the cost is quite low as well. After lunch, I joined some afs friends in Causeway Bay, where we window shopped for a while, drank overpriced coffee, and then went to Mong Kok. In Mong Kok, I bought a man-bag! All my life, I have thought of man-bags as being... not for me. But in Hong Kong, they are a must. Every guy seems to have one, and they are indredibly useful becuase they are smaller and lighter than a backpack, but allow you to carry infinitely more things with you than just using pockets. Anyway, we went to the ladies market, and I half-haggled half-got lucky with the price. Originally it cost 120 HKD, but I got it for 90. Maybe I'm stupid for thinking I got a good deal, but its still waaaay cheaper than you could ever find it in the US, plus the one I got is the perfect size for what I needed. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MK, we needed dinner. Then began the journey of a lifetime. Haha, we all decided (Me, Jordan, and Axel) that we wanted Indian food. I hadn't had any Indian food since coming to Hong Kong, and as it is nearly my favorite cuisine in the world, so my wait needed to come to an end. We decided that Tsim Sha Tsui was the best place to find good cheap Indian food, because that is the district of Kowloon where all the Indians live/work, plus Axel had been to an Indian place there before. But, once we took the train to TST, we got lost walking around the confusing streets. TST may just be the craziest part of Hong Kong because the Indians are incredibly pushy. They grab your arm, try to hand you pamphlets, adversitse fake watches and other illegal merchandise openly, and the mix of rich and poor people makes it a strange area. As white folks, we are thought of as 'stupid people with money to spend', or at least thats what it felt like. Anyway, after getting totally lost, we took a taxi to the main Indian area of Hong Kong. Finally, a man on the street called to us "Indian Food!". So we took his pamphlet, read the menu/prices, and decided to go for it. Well, the restaurant happened to be in Chungking Mansions, one of the most famous buildings in Hong Kong. It used to be the center of crime in Hong Kong, housing triads and drugs dealers and other illegal activities. But now, it is somewhat better, being a place where Indian and African immigrant have settled and formed their own sub-communities. Still a lot of dangerous folks inside (the building is a gigantic maze of small, sketchy looking businesses), but now it has its own professional police force and security cameras everywhere. Plus the man-on-the-street who originally enticed us to go inside was our guide. He took us to the elevator, then asked us if we wanted to take the stairs (we refused of course, we didn't want to be alone in a stairwell in that place). After making some semi-racist comments about Nigerians, he left us in line for our elevator. We made it to the restaurant alive and well, the elevator ride and small walk through a corridor after alighting were uneventful. And we did well in our choice of restaurant! It was a well-lit, busy place, that had other white and chinese patrons, meaning that it was safe and 'high-class'. But still not too expensive. Anyway, I had Chicken Vindaloo, and it was a great meal. After paying, and exiting the crazy building, we went to Central for the Halloween festivities in Lan Kwai Fong, the bar district of HK. It was crazy; thousands and thousands of people in costumes walking around. Of course, I didn't go into the bars/clubs and just stayed for a short while to embrace the atmostphere. Then I went home to meet my curfew again, and had a goooood rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote all that on November 5, now its the 9th. I'm slow at finishing these things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another exciting weekend has passed by now, but I'm just gonna leave it at that. This post just needs to be published!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-4279394813715824009?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/4279394813715824009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=4279394813715824009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/4279394813715824009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/4279394813715824009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-in-hong-kong.html' title='Halloween in Hong Kong'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-9168027917659140463</id><published>2009-10-26T03:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T03:30:59.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week(end)</title><content type='html'>Another blog entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this one is about the past 7 days I guess. But really its all about the weekend. Interesting things always seem to happen on weekends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will mention that school is going well. I'm trying to participate in my classes as much as humanly possible, without being a nuisance. Hopefully its working... I think so though, because I got a great compliment from one of my Form teachers/geography teacher. She told me that I am the best exchange student she has ever taught (she's taught 7), and the other teachers in my school agree. Apparently, I am hardworking, I participate, I'm smart, I care about the lessons, and I have a talent for Cantonese. This surprises me, because honestly school is my lowest priority when it comes to time-management. I ALWAYS put social life and sleep above school when deciding what to do. Plus, I tend to chat during lessons. So I'm pleased my teachers here don't hate me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only notable thing I will mention about this school week was that after school on Thursday I went with a classmate to the Music Room at my school for the first time, and the music teacher graciously let me play all the traditional Chinese instruments! Just the sort of thing I love! It was amazing to me, to get to mess around on the erhu, pipa, guzheng, Chinese drum, woodblock, and countless other instruments I can't possibly remember. The music teacher and my super classmate were really excited to tell me a bit about each instrument and tell me the basics of how to play them too. They seemed impressed by my 'natural ability' to pick up the instruments and play them. Okay, I can't really play them, but the teacher said I sound better just messing around than some of the actual beginning music students! And my ability to make up random rhythms on the giant Chinese drum was appreciated too; according to her, Chinese people have no ability to improvise at all. They just drill the rhythms by studying sheet music, but I could just walk up to the drum and play random things that sound decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so far this is ending up being about people complimenting me. Sorry. Don't think it's getting to my head or anything. I still think I'm a musical failure and dunce in school :( . Haha, but actually it is somewhat interesting to me how easily impressed people here are with me. For instance, my ability to use chopsticks 'the traditional way' has been commented on twice by random passers-by when I eat out. Also when I say a few VERY SIMPLE (don't think I'm anywhere near fluent)phrases in Cantonese I get stares which I can only assume mean "Oh my! A white boy can speak a bit of Canto.? Amazing!" Really, I think there is a big double standard here which I benefit from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a DAMN boring day at school. Just a stupid geography test and an English Listening Quiz. The geography was actually a well-thought-out quiz paper, but the incompetence of the teacher makes preparing for it difficult. You can't study notes you don't have. You can't answer questions you've never been taught about. The Listening Quiz is just a 'spit back *exactly* what you hear' activity. Now that I know the formula for an A, I think I aced it. But I really don't know... the grading system here is impossible to understand. Free lessons, lunch, and then P.E.! And yes, bowling is a recurring theme in this blog. Bowling this time was, unfortunately, the same as last time. No actual bowling, just strategy and form. Couldn't be more disappointing. But after bowling, I met up with Axel (hey Axel!) from Finland, and we took the bus to Causeway Bay. In Causeway, we met up with many other exchange students, went to Toys R Us for Halloween costume stuff some people needed, ate congee (rice porrige) for dinner, hung out at McDonalds and then Starbucks, chatted, and went home. Sounds simple, but really its evenings like that which are the most fun. Kind of relaxing and makes me remember that I'm in Hong Kong and I'm amazingly happy here. The fact that a simple train ride less than 1 hour can get me to so many incredible places and connect me with so many incredible people is something I will really miss when I have to go home. Actually, I feel like Hong Kong is my home now. I think of the people in America (friends, family) but never the places or things. I know so much more about HK after just 2 months than I know about Iowa after a whole year there or even Kansas after 4 years. I guess I'm just very used to quickly adjusting myself to the places I live, having moved so much my entire life. That, coupled with my fascination with Hong Kong and open attitude, is making my experience here sublime. Hopefully this continues, and my remaining 8 months here will be as fantastic as the first 2, if not better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, I ate a quick breakfast with my family of toast, cereal, and coffee, and then set off to meet my friend Jordan (other exchge student from USA) in Kowloon to accompany him on his mission to get his HK I.D. card. His wallet was stolen, so he was delayed a bit in this process (I got my HK ID a month ago). I took the train about 45 minutes to Ngau Tau Kok for the first time, to go to the pick-up place with him. Really, the morning was relaxing and uneventful. He got his ID, and then we went to Causeweay Bay (2nd time this weekend!) to meet up with more AFSers for some good old KARAOKE! Karaoke is something I had never tried before coming to Hong Kong, but now I have done it 4 times, and I really love it. It's great becuase you get a nice room with couches and a giant TV, you choose whatever songs you like (they have English and Chinese, we do English of course), and just do whatever you want. Sing, chat, eat (Lunch included!), drink (non-alcoholic of course), play, joke... I could go on forever. It's just a great way to relax, enjoy yourself with friends, sing a bit, and get away from the constant crowds of HK in your own little cocoon. No expectations, rules, or supervision. Not that we do anything bad, but regulations seem to universal in HK, so its good to get away from them for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after about 4 hours of awesome karaoke, and diagnosing Axel with tone-deafness, I went with Jordan (USA), Jenny (Germany), and Yannick (Switzerland), to Central by train to meet up with my old First Friend (afs assigns you a local to help you out for the first week). We were going to Ocean Park! Ocean Park is the biggest and best theme park/aquarium in HK, and they have many special exhibits for the Halloween season, so we really wanted to enjoy this unique HK experience. About 10 AFSers total joined us. Getting to Ocean Park was quite a challenge though, because there was terrible traffic and we had to take 2 buses and a train to make it there. But eventually we made it. We had a great time. After splitting up into smaller groups of people, we really began to enjoy ourselves - Rollercoasters, a cable car, a log ride (I got totally soaked), and best of all the haunted houses specially for Halloween. The rides were fun, but nothing spectacular compared to US amusement parks. But I think the haunted houses were excellent! Dark, dramatic corridors, frightening furniture, and some SCARY looking actors jumping out at you around ever corner! You could hardly tell who was a mannequin and who was real, until suddenly they pounced in front of you, making some horrible noise. From 6:15 until 11:30 I was thoroughly entertained. I wish it could have lasted longer! But of course I had to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left Ocean Park, I thought the excitement for the day was over. Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Ocean Park had thousands and thousands of people ALL wanting to go home at the exact same time. So, I had to wait a loooong time for the shuttle just to get down the mountain (the park is split into 2 section connected by bus/cablecar) to the main entrance. And after that bus-ride, I had to locate the bus to Mong Kok. Another looong wait. Plus, due to miscommunication with the driver, I ended up getting off too early, at Yau Ma Tei. At that point, it was almost 1am (I was supposed to be home at 1. OOPS!) and I wasn't even half way home. I was VERY lucky. I caught the last train of the night to Mong Kok (trains end at 1am), though again, it took a looong time to leave the station as it was the final train. Already very late, I had no option of taking the train, like I usually do, home. So, in MK, I asked the station-helper how to get to Fanling (home). He told me to find a minibus outside, but he didn't know the number of it. Dammit. So, I left the train station just as it closed for the night in search of a minibus heading north. Luckily, I recognized the Chinese character for Sheung Shui (next to Fanling) and was able to ask a storekeeper if the minibus towards there stopped at the sign. He laughed, said yes, and instructed me to go to the back of the line. Only then did I notice the humongous line of people stretching back around the block. I kept following the line around 2 corners - probably 250 people total. Only then did I spot the back of it. Crazy. Well, I was happy to have found the right bus, so I waited it out - about half-an-hour of standing in line as minibus after minibus came by and the line got gradually shorter. I still don't know why so many people were all waiting to go to Sheung Shui so late/early, but I think the trains should run later. There is definitely a demand! Anyway, I finally got on the minibus, rode to Sheung Shui station, and walked to Fanling (15 mins) home. WHew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I had been awake since 8 that morning and now it was 3am so I was exhausted. So I immediately went to sleep and woke up on Sunday about 10am. Still a little tired, but all-in-all I felt good. I ate some breakfast, and then I remembered it was one of my classmates 20th Birthday! So, I took the minibus to Tuen Mun for some more karaoke! Hooray! But this time it was with many classmates, thus I got to hear them sing Chinese songs. Also, my Geography teacher was there too; she is a good friend of the girl who's birthday it was. Oh, and an explanation of why she is 20 and in my class - she is from Mainland China, so when she emigrated to Hong Kong she had to stay back 2 years to learn better Cantonese, English, and various subject matter in other subjects. Thus she is 2 years older than the other students, and nearly 4 years older than me (I am the youngest in Form 6). A note about the Chinese karaoke songs: They are mostly from Taiwan, apparently Taiwan makes most popular asian music these days. Accordingly, the songs are Mandarin, not Cantonese. But the strange thing is that they all sound the same: sad, slow, duets or female vocalists, love songs, and they are all about finding 'Mr. Right'. And the videos are all the same too - scenes of beautiful couples having fun, or some are about breakups and then you see them fighting and crying. But I've never heard so many songs that sound... identical! Anyway, it was really fun to listen to my classmates sing, and I sang a few English songs too. I was surprised how good at singing they all are! Must be because they speak a tonal language, so they are naturally good singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time singing. Then we ate at the food court in the mall next to the karaoke place. Cheap, oily food, but still tasted great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had no school of course. But I had a small cold, so I stayed home, ate Dim Sum with my family, took Chinese medicinal herbal tea, felt a bit better, and slept. Nothing exciting, but a great relaxing day at home was just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written this blog entry over the course of about 24 hours, so now its Tuesday afternoon (I started Monday afternoon). By now, I know that I got good marks on my English Listening Quiz mentioned earlier. Also, I love formal testing week at my school because for me it just means I get out at 1:15 everyday this week. HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too long now, so I'll stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-9168027917659140463?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/9168027917659140463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=9168027917659140463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/9168027917659140463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/9168027917659140463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weekend.html' title='This Week(end)'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-1237656069721823147</id><published>2009-10-18T23:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T05:19:58.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>This weekend was amazing. This post will be purely informational because right now I'm too lazy to come up with anything resembling 'insight'right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, a bunch of us exchange students and some local friends decided to spend the day at the beach on Lamma Island, one of the outlying island of Hong Kong. So, we met in Central early in the morning, and after some delays took the ferry to the island. This was my second time going to one of the Outlying Islands, the first being on my Class Picnic day when we went hiking on Cheung Chau. I have to say, I love the outlying islands! They are toooootally opposite to Hong Kong island; open space, relaxed atmosphere, not so busy, traditional buildings, and just a great vibe! Of course HK island is amazing too, but its nice that in less than an hour by boat, you can reach a beautiful traditional island. Anyway, once on the island, we had to walk about 25 minutes to get to the beach where we planned to 'party'/relax. Along the way went through the ancient village, very very very traditional, ate a bit of dim sum, and then got onto the beach. It was a tiny beach, but it was just what we were looking for! You could swim, relax under the palms, listen to music, meet the other foreigners/tourists on the island, and get good food and drinks for amazingly cheap prices right there. I felt a bit smug sitting on the beach getting a tan (not really, I'm too pale) relaxing under a tree and chatting with some HK locals, knowing that in Iowa it was probably freezing with nothing fun going on. Its a wonderful thing to be able to go to the beach in mid-October! I really don't miss the Iowa winter at all. So after a wonderful relaxing day at the beach I was sleepy, and went home a bit early to get some rest. Because after Saturday comes Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was another fabulous day. After a lazy morning of messing around and doing homework, I went bowling with some classmates in Tuen Mun (where my school is). If you remember from my last post, bowling is different here (look back if you want details...) But still, we decided that since we never got to actually bowl during our P.E. lesson, we'd do it ourselves. So, me and 5 of my best friends from school went bowling. For some, it was only their 2nd time ever bowling, and nobody was very good, so I was actually the best bowler there! Amazing! Actually I think I was just having a lucky day, becuase I've never scored so high in my life (I got 145 in one game!) But who knows, maybe I've just subconsciously figured out how to bowl well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after about 3 games, we went next-door the bowling alley (which is in the 2nd floor of a big 'multipurpose centre') and played snooker. I am terrible at snooker. Nothing more to say. I think I got one ball in the whole game. I prefer pool a million times over. 'Twas fun though. So then after snooker we went and walked around the mall, relaxed, had a snack, and then went for dinner at a local Hot Pot place! This was my 3rd time having hotpot here, and it is really one of my favorite ways to dine now. A big pot of bowling oil is placed in the middle of the table, and you just order various meats and vegetables, throw them in, wait a few minutes, and then go fishing for whatever looks good! It's exquisitely social, the restaurant is loud and casual, and the quantity of food in incredible. You just keep ordering more and more until you think you will burst, but thats just the was its done. Anyway, I managed to sample some very intersting things most of which I have no idea what was, but one thing I know is that I ate toad. Yes, toad! And it tasted good! Actually I would say its nothing too special, just some generic tasting meat, but its the thought that you're eating a chunk of toad meat that is quite exciting. Another thing is that hot pot meals take a loooong time, usually about 2 hours total. So by the time we finished all the deliciousness it had gotten quite late. I took the minibus home, did a bit of homework, and slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my weekend! Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-1237656069721823147?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/1237656069721823147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=1237656069721823147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1237656069721823147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1237656069721823147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-4269141355422276096</id><published>2009-10-14T07:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:53:30.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hong kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><title type='text'>2 posts in 1 day! What???</title><content type='html'>So now the day is further along, and I figured I would shock everybody by posting AGAIN! I'm really gonna try to keep this thing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unusual(ish) day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today in school I really only had 2 lessons. 2 lessons of Geography in the morning were normal, then 2 free periods, then Use of English, but it was Oral Presentation day so I just read my own book the whole time (my class number is 32, I'll be presenting tomorrow), and then it was lunch time. But today was different with the lunch schedule because we have P.E. on Day 7's and today was a Day 7. And it was a special Day 7 becuase my P.E. class is doing bowling now! Hooray, I love bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is Chinese bowling. Anyway, I got lunch with some of my 'mainland immigrant' friends (I hope thats not too politically incorrect) at the local szechuan restaurant. Great food, spicy enough for even the strongest tongues of Hong Kong, made by a real szechuan man. I ordered my noodle soup 'lightly spicy' and my lips were enflamed by the end. Great, authentic food. Then we took a taxi to the bowling alley! I was just thinking, in America, it would be unthinkable for a school to expect all students in a class to travel several miles to get to P.E., paying for the transport themselves. Luckily, I was with 3 friends and we split the taxi cost so it was actually a good deal. Just a little more per person than taking the Light Rail (our other option to get to the alley). Plus 10x faster and not stiflingly crowded. So we got to the alley, and since it was bowling and we don't sweat we were all still wearing our normal school uniforms. Blehhhh, I hate that stupid white shirt and blue pants. But nobody stares; its normal to see everybody wearing their school's ridiculous vision of a perfect student's outfit. So then it was time to bowl, or so I thought. It turns out that bowling isn't thought of in Hong Kong as it is in America. First of all, this bowling alley was brightly lit, no music was playing, and the lanes were about 3/4 the length of American ones. Not at all the relaxed atmosphere of Colonial Lanes in Iowa City. So everybody got their bowling shoes from the counter (they didn't have my size, so I just squeezed into some size 10's. Chinese foot-binding is still alive!) and then we lined up silently as the teacher commanded us about how exactly to hold the ball, approach the lane, swing it back, follow-through with our swing, and shift our weight throughout the whole process. Of course all instruction for P.E. is in Chinese, so I just pretend to listen intensely, and then my fabulous friend Wing Wing translates quickly after the lecturing is done. This may seem quite reasonable for the P.E. lesson, except that we never actually got to bowl. We just kept 'training' for the whole 1hour and 10 minutes. Ridiculous if you ask me! Another thing is that here, bowling is something many students, aged 16-18, had never done before! This was their first time ever in a bowling alley! It's just not a common pastime here I guess. What else? Oh, yeah. They treat bowling like rocket science here. According to the teacher, there is a specific set of movements you have to do to have any success in bowling. There is no such thing as 'having fun' while bowling. To Mr. Ng (the PE tyrant as I like to think of him), bowling is a serious sport, never to be considered a fun, social thing for friends to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he did warn us not to put our hands near the ball-return machines, lest we get our fingers caught between two balls. I must give him credit; this warning would have saved my right pinky a lot of pain, had it been given to me in Denmark about 8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bowling was a bust. Booooring. But after that let-down, some friends from my class invited me to play snooker with them right next to the bowling alley. It cost about 5 US$ for one our, for all of us! Very cheap! And I guess thats the end of my day. We played a good game of snooker (none of us are any good) and then went our seperate ways. I just walked to the minibus terminus and took my usual 44a to Sheung Shui station, from where I rode my bike 15 minutes home. And thats my unusual(ish) day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All comments, positive, negative, and unrelated, are welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-4269141355422276096?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/4269141355422276096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=4269141355422276096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/4269141355422276096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/4269141355422276096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-posts-in-1-day-what.html' title='2 posts in 1 day! What???'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-1088270791649462326</id><published>2009-10-13T21:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:40:10.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The crazy</title><content type='html'>I'm in school right now! I have a free lesson during which I can use the internet, and I forgot my homework in my locker, so I'm gonna blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to start, I'd like to apologize to the world for practically abandoning this blog. My bad. I'm really gonna try to update it weekly from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you decide to come to Hong Kong?" This probably rates as the #1 question I've been asked here. Schoolmates, teachers, the other exchange students - everybody wants to know. At the beginning of this journey, I would tell people that to me, Hong Kong is an exotic place, totally different from anywhere I've ever been before, that I am fascinated by the unique HK culture in which Chinese and Western ideas clash constantly, or that my version of escapism is to run away to the most densely populated place on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, these answers are becoming less and less relevant as time goes on. My real reason for choosing Hong Kong is becoming more apparent to me every day I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason I am in Hong Kong is because I have a fascination with people. In Iowa, or anywhere in the USA for that matter, I can see a person, and guess a lot about their personality, likes, dislikes, background, and values. Their hair, clothes, speech, and attitude are usually dead giveaways to what type of person they are, and I find this to be quite boring. Though each person is clearly their own individual, they all belong to certain groups, whether by choice or by birth. So, just by looking around, I can garner a lot of information about the people who surround me. Hong Kong is totally different in this respect. Becuase is it such a tiny place with a huge population, it has many more 'types' of people than Iowa. Also, the types are completely different. I just love the feeling of walking around and having no idea what the people around me are thinking, feeling, or doing. Just by looking at them, I have no idea what sort of personality they have, for the most part, and I am still trying to figure out the 'types' of people here. This is something I never expected to be so enthralled with, but it is quite amazing to me to be surrounded by so many people I feel I just can't relate to in any way. From the MK (a local sub-culture) guys with their dyed hair and strange fashion sense, to the stressed businessmen on the MTR screaming into their mobile phones, I feel like there is just some understanding about life we don't share. And its a good thing. Its what makes being an exchange student here so wonderful. I have the opportunity to live among these people, and learn about their culture from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most precious thing I think I will leave Hong Kong with. The knowledge that this crazy world has many crazy cultures that make many crazy people, but that I am just another crazy person out of the 6 billion on this earth. Even more so, the knowledge that the world is truly my oyster, and that by simply going, in person, to experience various parts of the world, I can expand my horizons more than I ever knew before. So, the reason I have come to Hong Kong isn't really any of those simple thing I mentioned before. It is becuase Hong Kong is the perfect place for me to start what I hope to continue in some way for the rest of my life; learning about people, their cultures, their lives, and especially what makes them truly unique. With so many people here, my task is quite simple; I am provided daily with thousands of examples of people created here, living the way they feel is right, and doing what they feel is right, that I could never find anywhere else. Because the change from Iowa to Hong Kong is so clear-cut (almost nothing is the same), I am really discovering that this is a passion of mine; being surrounded by these 'different' people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that all sounds pretty deep. But its true. I can't possibly put into words all the things I've learned here in these quick 7(ish) weeks, but I can now definitively say that the reason I am in Hong Kong is to learn about the world and its people, and to start my adult life. I feel much more independent and mature than ever before, and I have really just begun to think about what is important enough to me in life to pursue in the long term. I hope my self-discoveries continue througout the next 8 months here, and they can be applied to whatever I do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this doesn't all come across as sappy. But I'm just having such a great time and this blog seems like a fine enough place to organize and share my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to the next blog post! It'll be about hk, not me. I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-1088270791649462326?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/1088270791649462326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=1088270791649462326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1088270791649462326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/1088270791649462326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy.html' title='The crazy'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-6096457472703276658</id><published>2009-09-14T18:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:26:32.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kowloon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hong kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheung shui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transportation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I am a failure</title><content type='html'>Okay, so maybe you thought I abandoned this blog. WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody who will read this already knows my basics by now, so I'll get right into a decent story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning this week, it was raining. Nothing unusual, a typhoon out in the ocean was causing some drizzling; not anything major. Anyway, I usually ride my bike to Sheung Shui station (about 10-15 mins) to catch my minibus to school. Since it was raining, I couldn't ride my bike, so for the first time, I attempted to take a public bus. My host dad told me which number to take, so I thought it would be no problem, and it would even be quicker than biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have been quicker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on bus 270A, the correct bus, but I forgot about the direction. It didn't even cross my mind. I just got on and waited for the announcement lady to say 'Sheung Shui Station' and for the words to flash up onto the screen. After about 15 minutes, I thought there might be a problem. It should have been a really short ride, but I didn't know how short. I waited a little longer. Too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the bus continue straight on past a sign stating that a right turn would take me to Sheung Shui and going straight would lead to Kowloon, I realized something was very wrong. I called my host dad, and we sorted it out on the phone. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to Kowloon. No stops along the way to escape. Not a chance of being on time to school, and I still had to make my way to Tuen Mun somehow once I arrived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as instructed by my Dudu, I got off at Kowloon MTR station (the terminus for that bus) and then took the orange line mtr to Nam Cheong (10 mins), then the entire West Rail Line (45 mins?), then the Light Rail from Tuen Mun to Kin Sang(10-15). I don't even want to know how much it all cost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was only about 2 hrs later than usual to school and I missed the morning assemble (yay!) and my first two lessons, both geography. But, the experience was worth it. Getting lost in HK is safe, and its not hard to find your way to a train station, which connects you with everything. Plus now I know how to take a bus from my home to Kowloon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap of transportation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus: 1 hr&lt;br /&gt;MTR: 10mins&lt;br /&gt;Train: 45 mins?&lt;br /&gt;Light Rail:  10 mins&lt;br /&gt;Minibus: 35 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I took my normal minibus about 35 minutes, and walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy day to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's Tuesday and I have no school because Typhoon Koppu has moved in. Level 8 warning means no school! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, now I know where the bus stop is to catch 270A going TOWARDS Sheung Shui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-6096457472703276658?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/6096457472703276658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=6096457472703276658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/6096457472703276658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/6096457472703276658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-failure.html' title='I am a failure'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-4817002034771732859</id><published>2009-08-16T10:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:12:32.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Update</title><content type='html'>Well, its been a long time since I've updated, but now I have all the missing information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I know my departure travel details. I leave from Cedar Rapids to LAX on the 19th, via Dallas, and then I'm handed over to AFS personnel. In this first step to my departure alone, I will experience two 'firsts'; my first time flying alone, and my first time in California. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big pieces of info I've received are my Host Family and School Placement. I will be living in Fanling (about 17 miles north of central HK) with with a host mom and dad! I am so eager to meet them and learn more about Fanling, because the Internet lacks in English information about the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school is Tuen Mun Catholic Secondary School in the town of Tuen Mun, about 15 miles from my home. I know my classes will be split between English and Chinese, but I really don't have any more information about the school. Its website provides no english translation and they haven't directly contacted me, so I have yet to find out the specifics. This will round out my types of schooling pretty nicely - at some point in my life I will have experienced public schools, private school, homeschool, military/government school (ok, so that one was really pre-preschool), and now financially aided religious school. Quite a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have 3 days left in the following: the Western Hemisphere, North America, the USA, the Central Time Zone, the Midwest, Iowa, and Iowa City. And I can't wait to leave! Goodbye everything! In one sense I'm going home; back to the hemisphere in which I was born. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to pack my suitcase and carry-on and make sure everything is within the strict weight guidelines, and then I'm pretty much set to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-4817002034771732859?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/4817002034771732859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=4817002034771732859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/4817002034771732859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/4817002034771732859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-update.html' title='The Big Update'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-8112156748183769529</id><published>2009-06-24T09:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:33:42.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><title type='text'>The College Road Trip: Complete</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a 2 week college road trip/family visit in the northeast. A little bit about each place visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalamazoo College (Michigan): Really went there for my sister, of no interest to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniata (PA): Same as above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swarthmore (PA): Snobbiest seeming school, beautiful campus, of no interest to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbia (NYC): Great school/campus, definitely applying, probably not getting in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYU: Unfriendly admissions people, no 'campus' feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesleyan (Connecticut): Disappointing town, terrible info session lady, not good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vassar (NY): Great campus, great school, definitely one of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampshire (Mass.): Very interesting alternative system, intriguing and very different from other places visited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tufts (Mass.): Horrible info session guy; too smarmy,decent campus, nothing great or terrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornell (NY): My favorite campus and school, everything great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Cornell was my favorite and Wesleyan my least favorite. Also had a lot of fun w/ cousin/aunt/uncle/Nana in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for my departure and family info for Hong Kong, and the conference call w/ AFS was a bit useless because the person who could give specific information about Hong Kong was absent. I spoke to the other American going there though, so that part was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until more info arrives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-8112156748183769529?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/8112156748183769529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=8112156748183769529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/8112156748183769529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/8112156748183769529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/06/college-road-trip-complete.html' title='The College Road Trip: Complete'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-2827981191522722980</id><published>2009-06-05T16:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:23:20.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hong kong'/><title type='text'>End of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, now I really have to start planning for my departure. School ended on Thursday, and I have about 2.5 months left until I leave Iowa! Not so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I get really excited whenever I fill out more paperwork for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AFS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;; it reminds me that I will soon be leaving for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Kong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ben &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-2827981191522722980?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/2827981191522722980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=2827981191522722980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/2827981191522722980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/2827981191522722980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-school.html' title='End of school'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-8518112955167078083</id><published>2009-05-26T21:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:10:22.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of school is near!</title><content type='html'>School is almost over here, and I'm beginning to start thinking about the start of my upcoming voyage. I'm excited to get out of Iowa City and go to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; city. Right now my focus is on finishing up my final 7 days of school with good grades, but soon I'll always be thinking about going to live in Hong Kong for a whole year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-8518112955167078083?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/8518112955167078083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=8518112955167078083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/8518112955167078083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/8518112955167078083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-school-is-near.html' title='End of school is near!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343304394324354278.post-4997126072974380570</id><published>2009-05-26T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:05:37.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MzM4OTc1ODIxNyZwdD*xMjQzMzg5OTA2NjM5JnA9MTQ2NDgxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1hMmM1OGUwMDExZTY*MTdlYTY5MzkwMzAzMjI4OTQ*MCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s02.flagcounter.com/more/eo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s02.flagcounter.com/count/eo/bg=F0230C/txt=F2EB0F/border=F723D4/columns=3/maxflags=248/viewers=0/labels=0/" alt="free counters" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343304394324354278-4997126072974380570?l=fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/feeds/4997126072974380570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6343304394324354278&amp;postID=4997126072974380570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/4997126072974380570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343304394324354278/posts/default/4997126072974380570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragrant-harbor.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-counters.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17210126239605869436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S35_UEO1yBI/S9_pvqOFrdI/AAAAAAAADSY/h4je9VXLR-o/S220/Yearbook+pic+Ben+8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
