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Being an "Over"

We are chinesized Uigur-Deutsh Moslem people, living in Ning-xia Hui Autonomous Region of China, a municipality in the west of the country. We were said to be the Aryan that Nazi Germany had been looking for in World War II. It has taken me many years to find out our origin, mainly through the linguistic analysis and comparison of our colloquial vocabulary. Due to the compulsory chinesization under the authority of Ming Dynasty, there are only few words inherited in our daily speeches. The German "Nein" is the most popular word, and widely used, while "Jawohl" is less favored. Not until recently when I heard "over" from a colleague of mine did I realize the word is both used in English and our language. However, "over" sounds like a person unwanted to our ears. It is so offensive that only one's elders are allowed to abuse some youngster with it. This word also reminded me of a fellow who had drunken alkohol before Angela Merkel and ...

Being an "Over"

We are chinesized Uigur-Deutsh Moslem people, living in Ning-xia Hui Autonomous Region of China, a municipality in the west of the country. We were said to be the Aryan that Nazi Germany had been looking for in World War II. It has taken me many years to find out our origin, mainly through the linguistic analysis and comparison of our colloquial vocabulary. Due to the compulsory chinesization under the authority of Ming Dynasty, there are only few words inherited in our daily speeches. The German "Nein" is the most popular word, and widely used, while "Jawohl" is less favored. Not until recently when I heard "over" from a colleague of mine did I realize the word is both used in English and our language. However, "over" sounds like a person unwanted to our ears. It is so offensive that only one's elders are allowed to abuse some youngster with it. This word also reminded me of a fellow who had drunken alkohol before Angela Merkel and Hillary C...

The hospitality of Hillary Clinton

During her days visiting me before my dorm along with Mrs. Merkel, Mrs. Hillary Clinton played a joke on me one night, when she amused herself asking me if I liked putin and rice. I was shocked by her, who was smiling like a Cheshire cat. I told her that I was not hungry at all and wondered why she had to ask me about that. "It is aweful to eat putin and rice together" I said. My claim turned out to be amusing enough when I heard her laughing out with the rest. Just then, I saw Vladimir Putin and Condoleezza Rice coming out of a dorm, bending as they appeared before me. Suddenly, I realized why Mrs. Clinton had joked like that. Mr. Putin came to me and tried his best to turn me around while I was floating in the air like an astronaut. Mrs. Rice kept cold and said nothing. Mrs. Clinton had been raising her head high even when my English teacher, an American Chinese, Mrs. Chen Ye, complained to her that the American government had been always hiding certain secrets about alie...

Aryan or Dr.Fu Manchu

It was also one night in UIBE in 1999 that many stories of this kind took place. Angela Dorothea Merkel called me Dr. Fu Manchu in panic, when I came into the corridor out of my dorm and found her accompanied by Wu Yi, Hillary Clinton, ?Pratibha Patil?, Fukuda Yasuo, Vladimir Putin, Nursultan Abishevich Nazarbayev and Tsahiagiin Elbegdorj. By then, I had got involved in a millennial conjecture about the Aryan race, who were the magic people that Adolf Hitler had been striving for during the Second World War. As a suspected descendant, I became the focus of a new battel among the international politicians. I felt innocent when Mrs. Merkel called me stupid, because all that I had dreamt for was only a reward for the prediction of Wen Chuan Earthquake. It was twelve hundred million RMB, whose amount Mrs. Wu Yi contemned as "Real cheapie!". She claimed that the fame of the seismic forecasting belonged to her own people. Actually, the Chinese tortured m...

Putin's request

For many times, I have mentioned the duty of a housewife to Hillary Clinton, so that I could mock her bitterly enough to remind of her husband's scandal. I asked her how often she had usually cooked for her husband at home. Even though she refused to say anything, I could see her great depression through her sun-glasses, whenever I stressed the surname of her husband. One night, in the corridor before my dorm, Hillary smiled and said to me, :"Do you like putt-ing?" Her question surprised me, because her putt-ing sounded like pudding, which I had never tasted. She almost laughed out when I told her "I am not hungery. What do you mean?" Just then, a man bent over to walk before appearing before us. It was Vladimir Putin. He had hidden in another dorm next to mine. He shocked me when I recognized him. Putin almost rushed to me and tried to pull me down when I was asking their pardon of floating in the air like sitting. During the pro...

UN disappointed me

You would never know how UN looks like unless you see it in Africa. In Uganda, there was a camping ground of UN near Entebbe International Airport, where I caught a glimpse of the multi- national organization.It looked like a site for some storehouses with a brick wall fence. Its legendary miracles were blasted after an unhappy contact with some of its employees in a guest house where I had worked as a hotel manager. The clients, living with their family, combined three Kosovars, three Indians, one Philippine, one Russian, and one African. They shocked me when I realised that UN might be another melting pot.Their visitors contained even Chinese and Indonesians. All of those UN guys were bossy in various degree. Mrs. Indian was a riddle, additionally snobbish and demanding. She would call me to her before the door, and shout her orders with the arms across the chest. Mr. Kosovar was a security guard, dominantly accoutred with a pistol in the yard. He would r...

The Chinese Presents for Hillary Clinton

In 1999, when I showed miracles before the great leaders of this world, the Chinese government had presented USA with Me along with my brains. Accurately, Hillary Clinton picked my brains with the help of Wu-Yi, the Vice Premier of China. The song that I had sung before Hillary Clinton and Angela Dorothea Merkel,are now scattered across Britain and USA. They are including "Only Time" by Enya, "Baraka Allahu Lakuma" by Maher Zain, "An Angel" by Declan Galbraith. Even my pure music, Moonlight bay by Bandari, which I had hummed before the 2008 Wen-Chuan Earthquake, was stolen by an American family teaching English in Ning-Xia, whose boy I had called Goody Micheal. The design of the new-type tiltrotors was handed to an American Officer by me in person, when Wu-Yi refused to develope it in China.She had called my plan "useless". A third present for Hilary that I might recall now is a prototype drug, called eCD4-Ig, which ...