Wuxi girl attempts suicide in bid to donate liver to dying father

Here is the link.

I Got You Under My Skin and Lao Shu Ai Da Mi

What do those two songs in this blog entry title have in common? I am going to sing (or destroy)both in public tomorrow at Bao Li. The Chinese song I have spent the last three days trying to learn. The other song I know by heart having heard the recording of Frank Sinatra singing it countless times. If I ever get the words down pat for Lao Shu, it will be easy for me to keep in time with the music. The three times I have sung I Got You by myself I have screwed up the cues two times. Nothing worse than trying to catch up or get yourself in time with the music.

Wuxi Tony Update #277: Go to bed Tony!

Anarchy in the P.R.C.

In this photo, Tony looks like Johnny Rotten from the punk band the Sex Pistols. Here are some lyrics I should maybe teach Tony Rotten.

Anarchy in the P.R.C.!
It coming one day.
Just wait and see.
I know that I want it and I how to get it,
Cause I wanna be an Anarchist!

Wuxi Tony Update #276: Get With the Program Tony!

The latest but not the best WTU.

Trying to memorize a Chinese song.

I let myself get roped into performing a song for some competition involving foreigners in Wuxi. I decided, without thinking, to perform this Chinese pop song about mice eating rice (Lao Shu Ai Da Mi). The song seemed simple enough. But now that I am up against it for time, (I will perform the song on Saturday night), I find I can't memorize the song perfectly. I am trying to memorize a bunch of sounds that I can't find the logic to. Agonizing.

Bubbles.

Tony has his fits, but sometimes he has happy fits. For instance, he gets angry when something is taken away from him and he will use all the tactics he can think of to protest in hopes of getting his way. His favorite is to collapse to the ground like he has been shot. How he learned this and other tactics so quickly is another question. But he will also sometimes heartily laugh his head off when something pleases or amuses him. He laughs at my efforts to learn a Chinese song that I have to sing in public this Saturday night. He laughed at seeing these bubbles come from the sky when we were in the basement of Chongan Market in Downtown Wuxi.

Size 12 (46) and Size 13(47) shoes.

In the basement of the Chongan Market in Downtown Wuxi, I was able to find shoes that fit me. The shoes seem to be the most comfortable and perfect-fitting I have ever found in China. The reason for this was that the clerk gave me a size 12 for my left foot and a size 13 for my right. I had always lamented, till this afternoon, that it would be nice if I could somehow purchase a different size shoe for each of my feet. I have often tried on pairs of shoes that were either too big for the left foot or too small for the right.


A student I talked to this afternoon told me that Chinese television made mention of the Wen Jiabao shoe throwing incident. Since there was no way the government could hush the story, the government t.v. tried to turn it into a public relations coup by showing Grandpa Wen saying that the incident would have no effect on the relations between Britain and China.


The fridge is filled with beer; pineapple beer that is.

Someone throws a shoe at Wen Jiabao.

Just my luck to be off work tomorrow. I am curious to know their reaction or even if they know about the shoe throwing incident in Cambridge, England.