Is the Rise of China a Threat?

Since I got to Japan, I have heard a lot of concerns regarding the threat of a rising China. This comes not only from Japanese but foreigners I have met here as well. I am sure whomever comes across the discussion of China in general would have thought of this but I have always questioned whether this anxiety is really from China as a country or the mentality of human kind.

I am no expert of Chinese history but I have studied just enough as an undergrad student to know that China has been through turmoils of internal civil unrest, struggled unity, and dealt with thousands of attacks where the Great Wall of China was built to protect its people from invasions of neighboring states. In the more modern history of China, there were foreign countries, as well as the political, social and cultural revolution of an imperial to national, then communist government. All of this have put majority of the Chinese people centuries, and especially to the modern Chinese, decades of sufferings, which is still evident physically and psychologically so to the older generations.

No doubt, this notion of threat is understandable but I am actually more concern about the over emphasis of the issue to prevent others to help this huge country to nourish something world-changing and evolutionizing. I wonder whether the distrust and even jealousy of a huge growing nation would set off some paranoid ideologies to the younger generations from creating friendly cross-culture rapport, just as globalization has occurred in other countries.

This podcast I have just heard gave me some insights as to how the Chinese people think. Though the voices heard from this podcast are small and selected, I think it would be rudimentary to think China as the most powerful country in the world could be a complete threat and disaster.

The Top 5 Moments in Japan

Sitting in The Dark Room - a cool local rock bar with two of my bestest friends, Chihiro and Roger, on the eve of my 33rd birthday, I was asked to name the top 5 moments in Japan. I suddenly reflected on my students with the same question being asked by me without warning in class. It's overwhelming at first but luckily, I got to answer it with my adopted native language. So albeit it took a little warming up, it came out quite naturally.

5.
I am grateful and elated by all the people who had traveled far to visit me last year - Tom and Osamu from Tokyo, Vickie from San Francisco, Camilla from Copenhagen, Joe from Santa Barbara. I had a wonderful time and created some really precious memories with all of them. They had really made my first year special.

4.
The beautiful and breathetaking places I got to visit in Japan. Kyoto, Kumamoto, Itoshima, Iki, Okinawa to name a few. I am most grateful for the opportunities and ability to travel.

3.
The sense of safety and cleaniness wherever I go. I never hesitated on walking home at 2am other than the fact that I was too tired or drunk. And I have not yet encountered a bathroom so digusting that I couldn't go.

2.
The ongoing learning experiences. There are so much to do and see in Japan. So many hobbies to cultivate and so much information to consume. Only if I can be more selective and if I ever have the time to do them all!

1.
My friends in Japan. If I ever have to count my blessings, I will count each friend I made here. From traveling, eating, chatting over coffee, learning Japanese, exchanging languages and cultures, work talks, girl talks, boy talks, parties, drinking, clubbing - they have enhanced every aspect of my life here. And they share so many important moments with me as well.

I feel very very lucky!!

My Funny Valentine

I always dreaded Valentine's day. One, I think it's just a Hallmark holiday. Second, it makes single people feel like shit as it just comes with so much expectation and anticipation. Third, it's just cheesy. I hate anything too contrived or required too much unnatural effort, especially when it comes to expressing love. I hate it even more that people choose to do it all together on this one day - buying flowers and chocolates, romantic dinners, showing off gestures of love where it probably should have been done regularly, without reminding. God, do I sound like a bitter woman here?

Well, there had been some good Valentine's moments in my life. As I was reminiscing some old Valentine's day stories with my co-worker today, I remembered my first Valentine. I was 11, living in England, with my first boyfriend, Eurek Kingfisher. I don't think we have been going out long so we didn't talk about what we would do on Valentine's day. If I recalled correctly (from more than 20 years ago! Ahhhh!), Valentine's day fell on a Friday. That weekend, our school had a mandatory exit where we all had to leave the school to return home or in my case, my guardian's home for the weekend. Eurek's parents came in town early and took him out on Thursday so I didn't see him for a while. That Friday afternoon as I was heading back to my dorm to pack, Eurek suddenly appeared and hastily shoved a box in my hand, followed by a quick kiss on the lip and then left. I can't remember if someone was with me or not but I remembered hiding the box under my cape. Then once I got to the dorm, I quickly packed the box into my bag and left town. I guess I was embarrassed. So embarrassed. The box looked cheesy and I didn't dare to open it in front of people. Once I got to my home in London, I closed and locked the door behind me and examined the box like an alien specimen. Inside the box was a white Valentine's teddy holding a heart with a red ribbon tied to a piece of red velvety material to attach to the box. It was sooooooo cheesy and cheap so I threw everything but the teddy away and buried it deep in the garbage can. I don't think I ever thanked Eurek and I tried to forget that ever happened, but I kept kissing him when I got back to school anyway! LOL!

As I told this story to my co-worker, Naomi today, she said that sometimes, we girls think we were just too cool to get all sentimental. But now that we are much older, these sentiments are so so precious and innocent. Poor Eurek, I hope I hadn't squashed all his ideals of romance. That moment, with his puppy eyes and the kiss as he gave me the teddy was so funny and sweet. Oh, my funny Valentine! My sweet little Valentine...

"My Funny Valentine" by Stan Getz and Chet Baker

Thank you very very much!

It's been a while since I really wrote anything substantial or meaningful. This has to do with my crazy work schedule but also my inability to say no to socializing. However, I believe it is exactly that - the interconnections of human relationships which has enriched my life and inspired me to ignore everything else that I need or wish to do tonight but to record what I have experienced in the last 30 hours. Though nothing is exceptionally major but so many little things had happened. This is in no particular order:

1. Various comments and acknowledgments from friends all over the world wishing me a Happy Chinese New Year, my favorite childhood holiday.

2. A text from a very good friend full of juicy, crazy gossips from home.

3. Another text from my sister, trying to schedule a skype chat because she misses me.

4. A "I am thinking of you" email from my ex, who has remained to be one of my most loyal friends.

5. Dinner with Amanda, my little fake Mexican, a wonderfully, intelligent young lady with the whole world ahead of her.
6. A sweet friend suggested to grab some Chinese dinner on the first day of Chinese New Year. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably gone home with a half-priced bento.

7. A cute and fairly accurate animated depiction of me from a talented co-worker.


8. A surprise visit from an ex-student who came just to tell me she's going to Australia for a year and that I have been a good teacher to her. (Another ex-student came 2 months ago to let me know she got a job with a major airline company and thanked me for her success.)

9. All the sweet, beautiful, Japanese girlfriends I have here that are always keeping in touch with me everyday.

10. Co-workers planning my birthday party, even though it's a month away. And some affectionate teasing from them as well.

11. Nothing but fantastic students all day. In especially to my favorite super smart student who spent most of his private lesson time informing me about farmers' markets and organic farming in Japan because he knows I am interested in it.

12. Emails from friends about dinners and various plans for this weekend.

13. A visit from my neighborhood kitty (okay, she's not human but she was like my boyfriend in the first few months when I got to Japan) who never fails to give me plenty of rubbin' luvin'.

14. Last but not least, and probably what is going to make me smile as I go to sleep tonight. And this is almost worth a blog entry of its own - a note from an old, bicycle parking attendant at my train station. Ever since he cleverly discovered that I am not Japanese and he fearlessly spoke in English at every opportunity he sees me, he has become my favorite ojiisan おじいさん (grandfather). Anyway, as I went to pick up my bike tonight, I saw this sweet note below. Not only my bike is not stolen despite of my carelessness, I am once again in awe of my blessed fortune, especially from the people who have helped me and supported me through the maze of this intricate and strangely fascinating country.


To my friends, and to 日本. With love and appreciation.
Once again, どもありがとうございました!

Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.

Ever since my visit to Atlanta, Georgia, the birthplace of Martin Luther King, Jr., and the teachings from the many wonderful educators at Fielding, I have decided to pay special attention in remembering and reflecting on the work and life of Martin Luther King, Jr. each year on MLK day.

This year, I spent half an hour listening to a reflection from Dr. King's lawyer and advisor, Clarence Jones, on the march and his famous "I have a dream" speech in Lincoln Memorial on August 1963. Though I already know quite a bit about the history of King's work, I was surprised to learn that the particular part on "I have a dream" was all improvised. It was King's speaking from the heart and propheting to what American is today and can continue to evolve in the future.

Behind the Dream
by Clarence B. Jones