Fakery

China challenges me everyday. First off, the language barrier is a pain. As a Cantonese speaker, I get absobloominglutely NO love here in the lovely Whore of the Orient. Lately, I've been affected more and more by the rampant "fakery" that plagues this dear place I call home. Sure, I've gotten used to the fact that I'm watching bootleg dvds from the corner shop that sells them for 7 kwai that, for the record, I did not buy (ahem). Clothes with the notorious labels such as "G-Satr" (Chinglish for the Dutch brand G-Star) have somehow found a way to my closet. I even eat chicken sandwiches from a knock-off KFC here.

Which is why, with eight months into my stay in Shanghai, I am starting to dearly miss that little Bay I call home. I yearn for proper swimming pools that won't cause an unknown infection on my right leg. (condolences to Carolyn's cousin) Some clothes that might fit. Medication that's not possibly fake. I crave mouth-watering burgers made with real cow meat that I can safely eat medium well. I look forward to the day I won't have to buy fruits and veggies that haven't been carefully soaked in chemical pesticides. Oh, and how about not eating meat that is known to be 20% cat meat? Ok, I know I am ranting right now, but for some unknown reason, the cab ride home tonight really inspired a case of homesick-ness that needed to get out. I just miss substantial anything dearly right now.