2. Being able to say "cancer cell" and "immune system" and "carbohydrate" in Chinese, among other things.
3. Taking a one-hour long bus ride (with my tutor) to a Chinese Medicine hospital and talked to a really friendly and intelligent doctor. He told us to read the Yi Jing and explained some of the philosophy behind Chinese medicine, as well as more medical things. 80% of the cancer patients in their ward were diagnosed by Western doctors - either the patients elected to use fusion or pure TCM, or their doctors suggested it! He pressed that patients have a lot more choice in their treatment schema, which is awesome.
4. Buttoning my coat one-handed in the stairwell while holding my bookbag and tea mug, before I get to the ground floor of my dorm.
5. Talking about cockroaches and the Empress Dowager Cixi in varying levels of bad Chinese.
6. Discussing life choices with my roommate, in bed, in the dark, at 1am (in a mixture of Chinese and English), when I have an 8am class I haven't yet studied for.
Oh and this one is Qiuhong's: Telling me the Chinese word for "bacteriophage," AND writing it! Way to remember it from high school bio :P I would have forgotten the character years ago.
For a change of pace (har), here are some beautiful Summer Palace pictures.
These used to have religious paintings, but got whitewashed during the Cultural Revolution.
The last emperor was held under house arrest here by Cixi.
Help protect the ancient relics, help protect the railings.
Does it look fiendishly cold? Cuz it WAS.
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