"So, you're from the States?" "No, I'm from Canada." "Canada! Sorry for the mistake."
In a stuffy room, we found a man in his 30s sweating over painting frames. My friend showed him an oil painting with a boat under the rising sun.
Gillian Chung, the disgraced pop singer from the Hong Kong sex photo scandal, will be paid $3 million for a photo album.
When my sister recently visited me, we talked the most about education. In Xi'an of Shaanxi province, all parents send their kids to after-school classes.
When the peach blossoms started waving and smiling to me on the campus, I realized that spring was in the air, a time for college graduates like me to find a job.
All of us expats have after-work pastimes and my hobby just happens to be music.
I don't consider myself a pop fan, yet I've fallen in love with three pop songs, each of them downloaded millions of times.
Conscious that my colleagues were bravely sending in reports from earthquake-hit areas, I decided to make a personal gesture of support.
Recently, my colleague asked me if I had any mulberry leaves, as his son was raising silkworm. A few decades ago, raising silkworm was one of my hobbies.
In a small village, north of Beijing, I joined a local family and celebrated the birth of their baby girl.
My father waved a dismissive hand at the vendor shoving an antique box under his nose, and while patting his belly with his other hand, told her: "You le."
I never know what to order at Chinese restaurants in Beijing. So the first question from friends I dine with is almost always: "Do you take spicy stuff?"