NGOs and Stars

So, on Friday after our Chinese test we had our weekly Chinese Table (every Friday CET treats us to lunch, the teachers choose some local restaurant to go to, and we only speak Chinese there). We actually ended up going to a local pizza/buffet restaurant called Big Pizza. It's logo looks suspiciously like that of Pizza Hut, (ya know that little red hat? Yeah...) which just makes me think about the lectures I've heard concerning all the copyright and piracy issues in China. While we were sitting there and munching down really strange flavors of pizza (fruit, chocolate and raspberry, shrimp) I got to chatting about plans for the rest of the day, and someone told me about a field trip that the political science class was going on to a grassroots NGO later that afternoon. I've been getting more interested in NGO stuff over the past several months, so I decided to tag along. When we got back to campus, I quick hopped on the van with all the poly sci kids, and we headed out. Honestly, the NGO was a bit of a bore. We got a little talk about how they encourage community discussion, and we heard a lot about the 'street committees' and 'building leaders,' but it didn't really capture my attention they way it could have.

This may seem like it is trailing on a bit, the big news is this: after the presentation and the Q&A session, people got to randomly chatting, and one of the guys that works at this place mentioned how Chinese college students sometimes organize their own 'NGO fairs.' A bunch of non-governmental organization in one place? With motivated college students? In China? I'm there. As it turns out, it was at Beijing Foreign Studies University, that night! Another student was also interested, so we arranged to meet a little before 7, and then catch a bus over there. I munched some dinner at the cafeteria, had a nice chat about NGOs, traveling, and the future with Zhang Qiang (another Kalamazoo student's roommate that happened to be there) and then met up with my classmate to go to the NGO fair. We got to the university easily enough, but it was a big place, and we had no idea where the NGO fair was. We asked the security guards at the gate, wandered around, asked some more people walking around, wandered some more, and finally got a hold of the person who was the organizer via a phone number we had gotten at the NGO that afternoon. We met her at the front gate, and she led us to the room where the event was. When I heard NGO fair I had pictured something like a job fair, or a college fair, or maybe my science fair in fourth grade when I made the fantastic invention of a PVC pipe. But no, this was basically a conference, so rather than wandering around and looking at displays the students were listening to speakers giving power point presentations. My Chinese is still pretty bad, so I am really glad that some of the speakers had pictures to go with their talks. I still hardly understood anything though.

After the speakers where all done, people randomly chatting, and my classmate and I located the only other foreigner in the room to ask about his presentation and his organization. We exchanged emails, and he said he would send us some info. While we were waiting for him, my classmate (Noor), encouraged me to go an chat to some cute Chinese girls that were at the event. I said I would think about it. Low and behold, while I was sitting there sending a text message to Zhang Qiang (more on that later) the one that I though was particularly cute walked over and stood at my side. I supposed that I had better say hi, so we chatting a little bit. She was a freshman there, and one of the people who organized the event. She had really good English, but I still tried to speak as much Chinese as I could. Eventually we had to clear out the room, so Noor and I bid our new acquaintances goodbye and left. On the way to the bus stop (which was just across the street) we ran into a mini-street market! Noor and I were more interested by the book salesmen than the clothes or food, and after taking a look, I have to admit that it was the best selection of English language books I had ever seen in Beijing. Most book stores have English language versions of a few classics (like Romance of the Three Kingdoms, or Dreams of Red Chambers), but this street vendor had all kind of stuff laid out on his blanket. I grabbed a copy of Freakonomics (for 15 kuai I might add, which means... 2 dollars and 19 cents. I REALLY like this exchange rate), since I had been looking for it for a while, and thought for sure that I would have to wait to get back the US before getting a chance to read it.

So, I'm not normally a "go out and party" kind of person, but a bunch of people were meeting at a specific bar in houhai (后海, a part of town just north of the forbidden city, a pretty big bar area) to hang, and I figured I would go and check it out. Zhang Qiang (who I mentioned before) was hanging out at our college's library, and she decided that she wanted to come too. We grabbed a taxi (the first I've taken in a long time) and headed to houhai, and spent about 20 minutes walking around trying to find the specific bar that my friends were at. I have to admit though, the lights reflected over the water was beautiful, so it was nice to have some time to enjoy the sight. When we finally found it the bar, the room my friends were in was pretty crowded already, and Zhang Qiang said that she would rather stroll around outside, browsing through shops and seeing the beautiful scenery. I would of felt pretty rude if I came all the way to houhai with her and then left her to wander around alone, so I opted to go and walk with her.

We stopped by a few shops, where Zhang Qiang eyes earrings and rings, and eventually bought a little container with pictures from Dream of Red Chambers, which is apparently a favorite story of hers. As we walked around some more, we ended up noticing how the sky was pretty clear that night, and we could see a decent number of stars. Looking up, I started to notice constellations. This study abroad time in China is my first time out of the U.S., and looking up at the sky to see the same constellations in Beijing that I could see from Minnesota when I was little is an amazing experience. I ended up pointing out Orion, and Virgo, and a few other constellations whose names I had forgotten. I told Zhang Qiang about how the ancient Greeks had so many stories about what the stars were, and she said that the Chinese had their own stories about the stars. She ended up telling me a love story about a spirit and a man that couldn't be together (apparently spirit beings can't live with humans? Something like that. Some of it was lost in translation). She also ended up telling me a story which sounded suspiciously like "The Little Mermaid," but she thoroughly denied that it was a Disney story.

It was getting pretty cold, (I was shivering pretty intensely, actually. A passerby might have thought I was having a seizure) so we decided to head back to Capital Normal. It was nearly midnight, so the buses were stopped, and there was no subway station nearby either. We grabbed another taxi, and I took the opportunity to be a gentleman and pay the whole fare rather than splitting it with her. All in all it was a really nice night. I got to have a mini-adventure with Noor trying to find a new place, chatting with Chinese college students after the NGO fair, finding Freakonomics, and taking a walk and chatting with Zhang Qiang.

However, no time to dwell in the past. This afternoon I am meeting a guy for lunch to talk about his project. He has been in Beijing for a few months longer than I have, but he already graduated from college, and he is making a series of environmentally themed video podcasts called China's Green Beat. I emailed him a while back to tell him that I thought his project was really cool, and to ask if I could help out in anyway. Although I've already got an internship/volunteer-ship set up for January, I plan to mention that I could take some video footage of Guiyu (e-waste capital of the world) while I am on my vacation in Southern China. It is something that I did research on last year, and something I pursue with a more serious effort in the future as well. More on my vacation plans next time. Until then, stay groovy Beijing.

Survey from a Chinese student

NOTE TO CET FOLKS: This entry is not the one intended for CET publication. The next one down, concerning WangFuJing street, is the one I wrote with the CET website in mind.

An interesting thing about going abroad: America is big, important, aggressive, imperialistic, and all-present enough that no matter where you go, people will know American politics, culture, and basically just know American life (even if it is a flawed or incomplete view of it). Traveling, you meet other cultures, and knowledge of them (China in my case) isn't a cultural norm for Americans, so everyone I meet knows something about me and where I am coming from. Not just history or popular music, but how people live. It doesn't work the other way around. I have studied Chinese history and politics and international issues and stuff, but what do I know about the average Chinese person's life. How can I know about social issues in China, the kind of issues that can't be learned from a book but can only be learned through experience? 不可能. (meaning: impossible) This knowledge imbalance with all the Chinese friends I meet and interact with is really interesting.

Another student's roommate just came in and interviewed me about Obama, American politics, and institutionalized racism in America. THAT WAS SOO COOOL! First, I felt a little silly knowing so little about the policies, views and stances of our future president, but I felt like I was explaining so much when we started talking about institutional racism and American politics. Just explaining the differences between 'the majority of the people' and 'the majority of those with political power,' explaining how large corporations (which are not subject to election, public oversight, or a limited term) can control the path of politics much more than individual Americans, leftover social structures from a time when racism was more widely accepted and how these structures negatively affect both blacks (see footnote) in America and the public perception of blacks in America, and the vast majority of media images of blacks being strong, dominant, aggressive, violent, male, uneducated, unintelligent role models, and the effect this has on black (and non-black) youth in America. There were a couple classes I took that had info that vaguely related to this (my Freshman seminar mostly), but also talks I have had with my sister, parents, and friends made me feel like I had a lot to say on this topic. I wish I had studied it more though, for there were so many times I wanted to keep going, but I was about to venture into speculation rather than fact (I must admit, a few times I did speak speculations with an authoritative air, 不好意思 {embarrassed})

Also talking about why Obama was elected was interesting. His questions were well aimed (he is an English major, so they were well-worded too!). He asked why Obama was elected president, and what are the requirements for being president, and for both of these answers I think I gave interesting questions. As for why, I eventually decided that it was mostly a situational thing, and the main factor was that Obama was a not-Bush, not-McCain, not-Republican. I think that Hilary would have won too if it was her vs McCain. I'm not say that Obama as an individual doesn't matter at all (although with all the Buddhist reading that I've been doing lately I could go on for a while about how he really ISN'T an individual), his education, (at least perceived, I sure hope it is genuine) integrity and sincerity, and desire for change did matter, but I think that any desire for change in a more liberal (read: Democratic, since the terms are practically synonymous now) direction would be widely appreciated and accepted. I decided that change was the major factor (no wonder he stressed that), since a large number of Americans seem to be fed up with Bush, Neo-Conservatism, Republicans, and America's recent aggressive foreign policy which ignores other countries. Any change in the opposite direction would be appreciated and (I believe) voted for.

We also talked about the requirements for being president. I think that age is the only official one, and I can't remember if it is 35, 40 or 45. I don't think it is 50... But I decided on a few other unofficial requirements as well: money, education, and alignment with one of the two major American political parties. If you don't have cash, you can't campaign, period. (isn't it ludicrously repetitive to both type the word 'period' and then to type a period[.]? Saying it out loud makes even less sense, since we don't vocalize most other punctuation, although I have been known to verbally say 'question mark' from time to time when I want to comically emphasize a question) Mike Gravel and Dennis Kucinich are a good examples of this. They were well-educated, experienced (Gravel is the guy that made the pentagon papers public!), intelligent men, and their policies were of benefit of the American people. Both well-intentioned, but both lacking the funds (also read as: sponsorship) to be a serious competitor. Gravel tried to do the grassroots thing, but it didn't get to enough people. He even tried to convince people not to drink sodas and to donate the money to his campaign fund. I liked the guy, but at that point he was already lost. He was officially excluded from later television debated because he has failed to raise sufficient funds, and if you aren't in the TV debates (broadcast by the major new networks) you might as well not be running. Next up: education. I think that this one is pretty obvious, and bring to mind the fact that these factors are all interconnected (there's the Buddhism again!). If you haven't graduated from college, is anyone gonna vote for you? Even just an understanding of how campaigning works, how the American political system works, and the current problems facing America, as well as potential solutions to those problems require a lot of education. Even outside of attending (most) colleges, you'd have to do you good amount of reading and research on your own to learn about these issues, not to mention a lot to stay up to date of the constantly changing course of international events, and even just domestic economics. Such an education, even just to have the leisure time to thoroughly self-educate yourself about these issues, takes a certain amount of money. Finally, affiliation with a major party. Have we ever had a non-democratic, non-republican president? Okay, okay. Let me rephrase: when was the last time? A quick bit of research tells me that it was... Millard Fillmore, who took office in 1850, associated with the Whig party. (I am passing over Andrew Johnson, possibly one of the greatest slaughterer of native Americans, because his National Union party was just an attempt at a combined Republican and Democratic Party, and fell apart after a mere four years) 好久没有 (roughly: long time don't have). If in this election, a person tried to run as an independent, or as a socialist, green (probably the best chance), libertarian, feminist, or any other party, I don't think they would have made it to the top. The funding, both in terms of corporate sponsorship and in terms of individual donations, between the Dems/Repubs (my fingers are getting tired of my rant/lecture/catharsis) and all other competitors, there is basically no comparison of the amount of money raised for campaigns. An independent or third-party candidate would have to either be a part of, or have support from a (or multiple) major corporations, and although I can't think of a good reason right now (if you know one please let me know!), I don't see this happening right now.

Okay, I have class tomorrow, I have hardly done ANY research today, it is late (here, it is like 10am back home), and I still haven't written my oral test. Man, even in China I don't have enough time for all the stuff I wanna do.

WangFuJing Night Food Market, Languages

So, I've been here for a bit over two months. I still haven't eaten dog, cat, or horse. I even found a restaurant that had dog meat on the menu, but when I asked them about it they said that they didn't have any. Probably because of Olympic things, with the city becoming more "western friendly." It kind of makes me wonder at what point making Beijing more hospitable to westerners starts infringing on Beijing life. If Europeans and Americans come to China and see kids peeing on the side of the street, is that China's fault that the Westerners are offended. In different cultures, I think it is the traveler's responsibility to adapt to the environment, not the local's responsibility to make the traveler feel at home. After all, nobody is gonna force Westerners to eat dog meat if they don't want to offend their delicate Victorian sensibilities. But, regardless of how much I complain about it, the Chinese government (understandably) wants to impress foreigners, and make Beijing more like Paris, New York and Berlin than a third world city. There has already been plenty of discussion on what they are losing in order to become a first-world city so fast, but I still find it interesting to ponder. How much of China is being lost, just to make it more Western, and what is gained and lost in that? It is interesting to study abroad in a place that is changing like this. Not that South America and Europe never change, but I think my friends who are studying in those places may not go through the same kind of things. ...I can't wait to get back together with those guys and hear all the stories. :)

A little while back two girls from Sweden got in touch with me, saying that they had just graduated high school and were traveling through Beijing, looking for someone to hang with. We were planning to get together and watch a traditional Chinese acrobat show. I had asked one of the people running the CET program here about acrobatics, and they said there was a art of town （天桥, tian qiao, kind of means heaven/sky bridge) that was famous for acrobatics. Apparently, back in the pre-revolution days there were all kinds of street performers and stuff there. Anyway, we went to check out this area, but the tickets were a bit more than we wanted to pay. After wandering a few more blocks to check out some other nearby theaters, but they were just various other kinds of theatricals, and we wanted to see some acrobatics (杂技, za ji). We went back to the acrobatics theater... and they were all out of tickets. Although we had planned on seeing an acrobatic show, I was kind of okay with not seeing it, 'cause money was a bit tight at the moment, and I have seen three different Chinese acrobatic shows in the past three or four years, so I think it would just be more of the same. So, we wandered around the Temple of Heaven area for a while, since that is right next to tian qiao, and then grabbed a bus to WangFuJing street. I had been here before, but it was a new part of China for the Swedish girls. They had been in Mongolia prior to this, sleeping in tents with coals in the middle, and starring up at the stars every night. Beijing is a bit different from that. We walked up WangFuJing street, and hit the night food market. This is where the real fun began.

The fact that the Swedish girls didn't speak any Chinese made me feel really cool, since I was kind of like their tour guide. We meandered down the aisle, eying tasty-looking food stuffs, having vendors shout at us, and playing with them lots. As we wandered we had vendors shout out their foods to us, from the mundane fruit-on-a-stick to the guys you couldn't take seriously because they were trying to sell you deep friend bull's balls and chopped-up pufferfish soup. We ran into a group of Westerners who were encouraging another Westerner to eat the bull's testicles, and while the large group was there, the girls I was with overheard the people talking and realized that some of them were from Sweden! Free bull's ball ensued for the Swedish girls. While chatting with people, I found another American, and apparently he was from Minnesota, same place as me! He asked me what I had eaten so far, and Igave him the list: snake, shark, and starfish. I told that I was eying the scorpions, but I hadn't gotten around to it yet. He asked if I would eat them if given the chance, and I told him that I definitely would. Then he offered to but me a stick of scorpions (a lot of the food at that night market is on a stick), at which point I tried to barter with the vendor to get the price down a little, but to no avail. The Minnesota guy was really impressed that I was able to speak Chinese (although a claim that I am practically fluent from someone that doesn't even know the language seems to lack a bit of legitimacy). We exchanged quick stories of why we were in Beijing, and then went on our separate ways. The Swedish girls and I continued on and got fried ice cream, some sugared fruit, and a blowfish, before filling up our bellies. I had a really good time there. We wandered around the rest of WangFuJing a little bit, but most of it is nothing special, just a brightly lit street devoted to the worship of consumerism. Eventually bit the girls goodbye, wished them luck with the rest of their travels, and grabbed the subway back home.

Hearing the girls talk about the school system in Sweden really makes me want to raise my kid (don't worry, that day it still a LONG ways off) at least bilingual, maybe trilingual. In Belgium kids speak German, French, and English. In Sweden they all speak Swedish and English, and many speak a third language. In Hong Kong most students understand English, Cantonese, and Mandarin by the time they graduate high school. Maybe I could move to Belgium or something... At the very least, even if I end up having a family in the US, I'm gonna make and effort to raise a kid with both Spanish and English. Looking at some friends who are where I am (or above me) with Chinese, and also fluent in French or Spanish really makes me wish that I had another language under my belt. I'm still planning on doing a little French during Senior year when I get back to Kalamazoo College, but that is really no comparison to having had taken Spanish classes from elementary though high school, like Jamie, Alana or other people have.

Fall Break Part 3: Whore of the Orient

So, I feel I need to get all this stuff written down before it fades from my memory. It's only been a week or two, and events are already blurring. Curses upon imperfect human abilities of recollection! Arg!

Two things in specific. I remember how Eric told me the stories about his travels and adventures, and what he talked about a good deal that I found especially interesting was his time in New York. His stories seemed to open up a lot of possibilities in my mind. He told me about how he had worked as a bike messenger, which sounded like a really fun job to me, a person that is so physically active and thrives on adventure. Dangerous too, though. He also told me about how New Yorkers kind of hate the bike messengers since they break the laws, take risks to deliver their packages faster, and cut off pedestrians and cars, all in the name of speed. The other interesting job he had in New York that struck my interest was a ninja. And I am only kind of joking about that. There is a resturant in NY called Ninja New York. Funnily enough, the first time I heard about it was from my first CouchSurfing hosts, Mike and Becky, when they showed me a YouTube video about it. (by the way, I really like linking to other pages. It makes me feel to wiki-tastic) He told me about how he worked there, how the tips were GREAT money, how the job was physically demanding with jumping about and such, and how it was so fun to scare people. I am thinking that I might have to live in NY for a while and check out these jobs. Also, he said it is a great place to get going on things, but also a place where it is easy to lose yourself and stagnate. Perhaps after France, Nepal, and possibly New Guinea I'll have to hit up New York for a while.

There is one more event that occurred in Shanghai which is particularly humorous. It involves my friend David, a woman's bathroom, and a flock of very friendly Shanghai girls. We strolled down East Nanjing Road, a major shopping area of Shanghai, very modernized, like New York or Tokyo or something. I hopped a little tram car part of the way (quite literally. I hopped on the outside by grabbing a window. Some Chinese lady inside was a bit shocked), and somewhere along the way we found another hotel. We went inside to see if they had a good map, and to ask about a Salsa club in Shanghai. Although the guy at the counter spoke some English, there was still some trouble communicating, and Dave eventually ended up acting out and displaying physically that we didn't want a bump-and-grind kind of dance club, but wanted a Latin dance club. I laughed at this for a while, and eventually told the guy that we were looking for shā shā wǔ (莎莎舞， Salsa Dance). Dave had to use the bathroom, so we wandered around the hotel lobby waiting for him. Jamie saw a girl playing the piano, and went to talk to her. I was just exploring the (surprisingly large) lobby, looking at some sculpture they had. A pair of Chinese girls came in the door at one end of the lobby. One of them was pretty cute, and I smiled... and then they came over to 'question' me. Why did I smile at them? How come I can speak Chinese? (Shanghai has a lot of foreigners, most of whom I assume cannot speak much Chinese) One of them left to go to the bathroom (free, clean, public bathrooms are a bit of a rarity in China, so places like fast food restaurants and hotels are prime locations for... well, for 上厕所。 I chatted with her for a little while, and when we ran out of things to say (since neither of us was amazingly energetic about the conversation, the cute one had left, and I figured that Dave was done in the bathroom by now). I went back to Eric, Eric, and Jamie, expecting David to be there, but he still wasn't done. We spent a few minutes chatting, and soon David came walking up to us... with about half a dozen young Chinese ladies following him (including the cute one that I had briefly met earlier)! So, apparently the line in the men's bathroom was too long, and Dave really had to go, so he went into the woman's bathroom. When he was there however, he discovered that the stall had just run out of toilet paper (you usually have to bring your own where ever you go in China, but this was a pretty ritzy hotel in one of the most Westernized cities of the continent). He has called out from his stall (in Chinese) "This toilet doesn't have..." but he didn't know the word for toilet paper in Chinese, so he ended the phrase with an emphatic groan. Someone eventually pushed some toilet paper under the door to his stall, and when he finished his business and came out he was discovered to be a man by all the girls in the bathroom (as though his deep voice and hairy arms when grabbing the toilet paper weren't enough). Dave's desperation, combined with his limited ability in Chinese (this is just his second year) was apparently enough to make him seem pitifully cute, because they all followed him back to us, chatting merrily. They were infinitely pleased to find that Dave had friends, and they we talking, laughing at the ludicrousness (可笑, ke xiao） of the situation. They eventually asked us where we were going next, and if we could all go out for coffee together (so Westernized!). Jamie and I were a little suspicious of a tea scam, althogh in retrospect I wish we had gone with them. When I replied that I didn't drink coffe, they tried other options. "Tea? Juice? We'll qing you!" (Culture note: In Chinese culture, it is common to qing, or treat, (请) one's friends and acquaintances, to pay for their meal or drinks. This carries the unspoken expectation that the "qinger" will be qinged in the future.) The fact that they were willing to pay for our drinks was what should have been the sure-fire sign that it was not a scam, but I still had a bad feeling about it. It seemed too unlikely. We eventually turned down their offer and said goodbye (much to their, Dave's, and later my, disappointment).

As we walked outside, we were crossing the street and Dave was telling us how this happened, as we still weren't clear on how David left us to take a shit, and came back 15 minutes later with 5 Chinese girls! He said that he went into the ladies bathroom... and at that point some very flamboyantly accented Chinese guy turned to us and said something along the lines of "You want ladies? I can take you to ladies." We cracked up. We kept asking, and I eventually to get him to go away I told him that we didn't like ladies, we liked boys.

In the lonely planet guide book, which our program sent us in our pre-departure packet before we went to China, and which is also a fantastically useful resource, the first words of the chapter about Shanghai reads as follows: "Whore of the Orient..." Not only did we find it funny, but out experiences (in only a few days, at that) caused that became our nickname for Shanghai too.

On Wednesday morning, Jamie headed over to a special appointment at the Chinese Pod office, while myself and the other guys hit up the Sex Museum. We met up later, cleaned, packed, got our passports stamped, and hopped into our sleeper to go to Hong Kong.

Halloween

So, Halloween isn't a traditional Chinese holiday or anything, but there is still plenty of celebration for it in Beijing. It's just among the foreign community and the foreign savvy Chinese. It was actually kind of funny to walk down a street (granted, it was in a very foreign part of Beijing) and see Beijingers in which costumes and crazy makeup and things like that. I suppose just a little example of the cross cultural influence. We get The Art of War, full use of a dirt-cheap labor force, and Kung Fu, they get factories, zombie costumes, and Kentucky Fried Chicken (which is a big hit here by the way, you can't ride a bud or a cab for more than 10 minutes without seeing the KFC logo)

On Monday I went to check out the Beijing Juggler's Club, which I had found online jsut prior to fall break (the story of which I will continue later). I met the guy that seems to organize the thing （Fed， a chill and talented Italian juggler， although he can do lots of skills， including Diabolo， Silks， Parter-Acrobatics， balancing objects on his head， and probably a few other things as well）, as well as some of the folks who are regulars， who range from beginer to profesional performer， although most people are at the beginer end of the spectrum. There were several people playing with poi, and a few doing balls and/or clubs. One German lasy I met there, Ines is a trick bike performer, but she definitely has some dance and acrobatic skills as well, and I think she is just picking up juggling. I had just got my break down fire staff in the mail, (SOOO COOL! Thanks so much mom & dad!) and when I took it out and starting spinning and tossing it a little a few guys thought it was really cool. I didn't light it up or anything, but Fed was impressed with the lightness and balance of it. Fom a performer and pursuer of circus skills older and more experienced than I to complement it, that makes me think I made a good choice. Homeofpoi.com (use this discount code to get 9% off!: Joe6)has always done me well before. Before I left Fed handed me a few flyers for an event on Friday, "Death Prom." I told him that I would definitely check it out, and when I said that some friends and I had done Michael Jackson's Thriller dance previously, he invited me to come to the practices and join in.

Jamie and Alana and I went to the practices on Wed and Thursday, chose roles as a geek, a princess, and a stoner, and got turned into zombies. The show on friday was fun. It was like a social party with entertaining acts every now and then between old school swing music, but our roles were to infiltrate the audience. ATＩＮＴＥＲＮＥＴCAFEＡＮＤSOMETHINGＩＳFUNKYＷＩＴＨTHEＫＥＹＢＯＡＲＤ，ＰＲＯＢＡＢＬＹＢＥＣＡＵＳＥITＩＳMEANTＦＯＲCHINESEＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲＳ，ＲＡＴＨＥＲTHANＥＮＧＬＩＳＨ,WILＬFINISHＵＰＤＡＴＥLATER.