About a year and a half ago I had the chance of doing an internship in mainland China. After four years of studying Chinese I felt this was the best way of furthering my language skills. It was a great experience, pushing me to apply for a master's in Taiwan. So far I've been here for almost three months and until now have really enjoyed my stay.
2013/4/23, 5 Comments
Taipei was the first Asian city that I visited and I couldn't have chosen better! As a Portuguese, I was interested by the fact that my compatriots had once called Taiwan “Formosa” and now I understand why!
2013/4/19, 11 Comments
On April 28, 2012, more than 700 Malaysians students gathered at Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall in Taipei. They were not holding new student orientation, not preparing to take a tour bus, but conducting an assembly.
As a small-town boy, I had set my life goal to explore the world when I first purchased a world map at the age of 7. It is not an easy task to travel nonstop without being home sick. When I arrived in Taiwan to visit my college friends, I assumed it would be another culture shock combined with not-so-much contact with local people. To my surprise, I only guessed the first part right.
I wanted to share with you a lovely story from the Brother Elephants game yesterday.
Taiwan, the great country that it is, suffers from a malaise: it mistakes prestige for success. It thinks itself small and unknown and pities itself thus.
2013/4/5, 20 Comments
Dear editor, Media accounts claim that the latest nongovernment cyber-Armageddon — a distributed denial of service (DDOS) attack on anti-spam service Spamhaus by unidentified attackers alleged by some to be acting on behalf of “pretty much anything goes” Web host reached such proportions that it may have actually slowed down the Internet in general.
Well, two years in Taiwan already. You say it like that and it almost makes you want to cry. Not because I haven't enjoyed my time here — it has been two of the best years of my life — but because it is a shockingly stark reminder that time moves too fast.
A week ago, I ventured into the depths of Ningxia Night Market (寧夏夜市), an abyss of neon lights and food stands teeming over the sides of an interminable street of people — locals and tourists alike. Steel trays of soy-braised offal and chicken feet were strewn out for display, oyster omelettes crackled, and somewhere in the distance, the pungent scent of stinky tofu wafted through the thousands of bodies lining the crowded streets.