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Imi was born and raised in Europe, Hungary. After finishing his school years, he moved to Canada to search for a better life. He lived in Toronto for 13 years and currently resides in Vancouver. He is a romantic at heart with a strong desire to always do the right thing. He would like to give hope to the Chinese and Asian ladies with his story and send a message that love eventually finds everybody.
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The Hotel Maid the Shouting Boy and the Manager - Part 3

By Imi
389 Views | 14 Comments | 6/4/2018 10:38:44 AM

On my last day in China, in appreciation of my help in the gym, Mandy invited us for dinner at the restaurant she worked at. After two weeks of dieting, my wife was exuberant. Not just because she could eat anything, but because the place was so fancy. 

 

My wife loves to eat. Every Chinese does. To Chinese people, every meal is like a love affair. The sounds, the smells, the tastes, the atmosphere—everything that comes with it, they relish. I saw people eat with such gusto in China that they made me want to join them too. I didn’t care what was on their plates. Snake, funny-looking seafood, or meat that was presented under a different name on the menu but tasted like what you fancied all along, none of that mattered; I would’ve liked to taste it all.

 

In my opinion, there are two categories when it comes to eating habits. The people who belong to the first category eat to enjoy. Anyone who watches them, making comments under their breath—they don’t give a damn. People in the second category don’t eat; they lunch, dine, and have brunch, their pinkies sticking out at a certain angle while holding forks, wine glasses and whatnot, and go home hungrier than upon arrival at the restaurant. They don’t cook; they all have cooks at home. Gardeners, too, and pool guys and nannies and bodyguards and walls around their mansions. They’re modern aristocrats. At least, in their minds, they are. In my eyes, they’re nothing but hypocrites.   

 

Actually, there is a third category, in which the remainder of people with normal eating habits could be squeezed. It’s the largest but least interesting group. Like most of you, I’ve been in this category since birth.

 

Mandy reserved a table for us in a quiet corner of the restaurant. The hotel itself was—how should I put it?—imposing but far from anything I would’ve felt comfortable in. The main entrance was guarded by not one but two doormen clad in long black coats, white gloves, and military-style hats with the hotel’s name embroidered on them. Well-built and broad-shouldered, they looked the part to ask for my passport. I wore faded jeans, an untucked, plaid shirt, and uncared-for hiking boots. To my surprise, they let us in with nothing but a nod and a “Good evening,” holding the door wide open for us.

 

The hotel’s interior was completely different from the modest district outside. The lobby was huge and grandiose, looked more like a museum than a hotel lobby. It dwarfed the reception counter, making it look like an office desk. Standing behind the counter were four clerks looking busy. Two women spoke on phones, one talked to a guest, and a guy stared at a computer screen with a tired expression on his face. Across from the main entrance, on the wall, water cascaded down into a little artificial pond below that was enclosed by a neat rock garden. On some of the rocks were mosses. Real or fake, from where I stood, I could not tell. But mosses? Even if they were fake—mosses? I looked up at the ceiling. “Where are the birds?” I asked my wife. “The blue sky, and fluffy clouds? This place sucks.”

 

She also looked dumbfounded by the brazen opulence amid the poverty outside, but was already in conversation with a woman in hotel uniform who seemed to have just appeared out of the glinting, golden waves of luxury like a mermaid. After a brief exchange with my wife, the woman escorted us to the restaurant, her flippers slapping the marble floor seductively all the way—a good forty yards from the entrance, in another dimension.

 

Sitting at our table, I had yet to process where I really was. My wife was already gathering food onto her plate at the buffet. I didn’t blame her for leaving me alone; she was hungry. Mandy was busy too, even though the restaurant wasn’t. She had to supervise the staff at the front and in the kitchen and didn’t eat with us. They were getting ready for the dinner rush.

 

“Not going to eat?” my wife asked, coming back to the table with two plates of food in her hands.

 

“Maybe later, I’m not that hungry,” I said.

 

Honestly, I felt uncomfortable. I didn’t impart this to my wife, though. To me, she looked too happy having a threesome in my presence with the two plates of food to say anything to her about my discomfort.

 

The restaurant and the hotel were impressive and all, and yet I couldn’t have felt more ill-at-ease. I looked for something to make me relaxed, but in that big, spacious restaurant, I couldn’t find anything to relate to. Bluntly, it felt as if I were gobbled up by a gigantic creature and sat in its belly, accused of killing the beast by poisoning its magnificence with my casual attire. The hotel was overly luxurious. The restaurant didn’t have a welcoming sense about it at all. Frankly, I would have preferred my trip came to an end in one of the small restaurants with a homely atmosphere that my wife had made me fond of.

 

Seeing me not eating, Mandy stopped at our table and asked if she could get something for me from the buffet. She acknowledged my nod and “please, thank you” with a smile and left. Minutes later she came back with a plate of food and the drinks that we ordered.

 

The tables have obviously turned, I thought. Unlike in the gym where Mandy was lost, now it was me who felt out of place, and she looked to be in her element. In a black suit, she oozed confidence and authority. Though, a head shorter than most of her subordinates, it was kind of cartoonish watching her give instructions to towering chefs with those tall chef hats on at the buffet stands.

 

Mandy stopped at our table once again on a later occasion, just before rush hour began, and handed me an envelope. Her face wore the expression that I’d already known from the gym—insecure and shy, as if asking a celebrity for an autograph. Little did she know I felt the same at that moment. I was unsure of myself due to the surroundings where apparently she was the star. I was only a fan of hers, an extra in the background, or perhaps a mere decoration. In the envelope was a thank you card written in English. It said nothing special, only containing a few lines of praise for my effort in teaching her at the gym. Signed: Your friend, Mandy. After all, I was the one who got her autograph.

 

After a short exchange with us, Mandy left again, but her card elevated my mood a bit.

 

I couldn’t help but notice that Mandy represented the quality that should be possessed by every woman in the world. Unfortunately, it’s already a lost cause in the West. In short, Mandy is still a woman. She was raised to equally understand when to be strong and confident and when to be reserved without losing an ounce of her feminine power, if not gaining even more admiration from others.

 

My wife—glad to say it—is the same. A full-blooded woman. They both, my wife and Mandy, grew up in a country that the rest of the world deems evil. Isn’t that just odd? That, such a devilish place has so many women who are the epitome of ladylike elegance and feminine principles, and desired by “saints” living in “Heaven”?   

 

I guess a personal reason impelled me to write this blog. It’s my lamentation for the glorious past where women were still women, men always looked like men, cats didn’t chase miniature dogs in the streets, and the world’s heading didn’t scare me.

 

China, in my case, has the power to bring back to consciousness that boy in me who’d observed the world in its once-magical state. Memories and feelings sometimes are evoked so intensely that it makes my heart ache, and I wish to go back and relive my childhood. I know I can’t, but then I think, at least, beside my village, I’ve found a place where I can feel the past I long for. Like counting tree rings, I can plug into different stages of my life and enjoy a rerun of my emotions and perspectives.

 

I hate today’s world. I’m sad to say this, but it’s true. It has become a place where criminals rule, and corruption thrives. Politicians serve their masters and only care for their pockets, and celebrities seem to know everything about life while living in bubbles, smoking pot, shooting drugs, and trying to feed their narcissism with dimwitted comments. MSM? Dying. Once it's dead, there will be no flowers from me.

 

You are nobody in the eyes of this group of hypocrites, only a number on your tax return and another ticket to the movies and concerts. As long as you do what you’re told to and pay the money that they use for their own aggrandizement and supporting their hidden agenda to create chaos before making everyone a slave, you’re fine. You’re allowed to live far away from their mansions in the desert among desert-dwellers, stripped of your fundamental human rights, and punished if you dare to speak your mind.

 

I’m proud to say I’m not like them. I’m poor. I live in the desert, and I’m pissed-off, but, at the same time, I am content. I feel luckier than them because I have the ability to see the real world and its people. The hotel maids, the insecure, young boys and girls, and the women and men worth remembering and writing about.  

 

I’m getting old, but I’m not afraid of old age. What scares me is that I’ll have to spend my upcoming years in an upside-down world where the law is the practice of double standards and bias, where criminals are protected and paid by traitorous politicians and filthy, deceitful billionaires, and political correctness is the plague of civilization.

 

Unfortunately, half a century flew by way too fast and it didn’t confer any wisdom on me. Yet, before starting to lose my brain cells at an alarming rate, I have been able to figure out two things on my own. The first is, at almost fifty, I’m closer to the day when I’m going to expire than to my birthday. And the second is that in a world like this, where nations are cracking in their very foundations, I have to stare long and hard into the well to see the sky.       

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#2018-06-04 10:37:43 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

Imi, this 3 part series is an excellent look at your relationship with your Chinese wife, interaction with Chinese people in China, and the difficulties attached to obtaining your wife's Visa to reside in Canada. Your observations provide a great service for members who are new to it all and trying to sort out how to deal with the many hurdles to leap in order to successfully meet and marry a Chinese woman, and how to make it last.

In this part I especially appreciate your discussion of how important eating is to Chinese people. I happen to be very open to trying all foods of all cultures. I have found that as a result of being open, I have discovered endless dishes, from many different cultures, that I really love.

But also as a result, I have a marriage to a Chinese woman now in which we recently celebrated our 11th anniversary. She is an amazing cook, not only of Chinese dishes, but of dishes coming from many other cultures as well. She is especially adept at Thai, Vietnamese, and (believe it or not) Italian food, but regardless of where a dish is from she will figure it out and make a terrific version of it.

I think her abilities to create international dishes is fairly rare for a Chinese woman, but the ability to cook good Chinese cuisine is not so rare among Chinese women. That is fairly common. I would not say it applies to 50% of Chinese women, but it probably approaches that percentage. But even regarding the Chinese women who are not themselves good cooks, almost all of them love good Chinese food. And a large percentage of Chinese women do not enjoy non-Chinese food.

Here's where I am going with this. You wrote:

My wife loves to eat. Every Chinese does. To Chinese people, every meal is like a love affair. The sounds, the smells, the tastes, the atmosphere—everything that comes with it, they relish. I saw people eat with such gusto in China that they made me want to join them too. I didn’t care what was on their plates. Snake, funny-looking seafood, or meat that was presented under a different name on the menu but tasted like what you fancied all along, none of that mattered; I would’ve liked to taste it all.

In my opinion, your words "I would've liked to taste it all." indicate a state of mind that probably doubles your chances of having your marriage to a Chinese woman last.

If she is a great cook of dishes not only from China, but from many cultures, your chances of success may be considerably better than doubled. When we are in discussions with others about how our relationship has lasted 11 years, my wife's first response every time, is "I love how John appreciates all kinds of food, especially Chinese food." Sadly, I believe I have multiple character traits and other talents that outweigh loving food as far as making a great husband, but she clearly disagrees. I do not believe any man would have a lasting relationship with my wife if he didn't have an open mind to all kinds of food.

If your wife is a good cook of Chinese food, then all the more important that you love all varieties of Chinese food. And if she is not a good cook of even Chinese food, then you'd better be open to Chinese restaurant food. And I mean real Chinese restaurants that cook real Chinese food. Not American Chinese food, or Canadian Chinese food, or Australian Chinese food, etc. Chinese people do not consider our bastardized versions of Chinese food to be Chinese food at all. It is the one type of food that my wife refuses to eat.

Anyway, that is one example of the type of observation you made that all members reading this should make note of. And there have been many others.

But than, as if that wasn't enough, suddenly in the last 7 paragraphs you suddenly veer sharply and deeply into describing everything wrong with the Western world at large. I have to tell you I was stunned when I read those 7 paragraphs at how well they mirror my own feelings about the state of our world.  I am sure that countless men and women would read them and also feel the same way. 

I am looking forward with interest to the comments from others on both aspects of this blog.

 

#2018-06-04 13:15:30 by Barry1 @Barry1

@Imi5922

 

"I hate today’s world. I’m sad to say this, but it’s true...... I live in the desert, and I’m pissed-off, but, at the same time, I am content. I feel luckier than them because I have the ability to see the real world and its people."

 

I know you and @paulfox1 don't see eye to eye on many issues Imi, but in some respects concerning the corruption, lies and deceit so prevalent in today's society, both you and Paul are on exactly the same page.  He also feels pissed off and betrayed by what he views as nothing but a huge web of lies enmeshing us all in today's society. 

 

I was flabbergasted just a day or two ago for example, when both Paul and @JohnAbbot gave very plausible reasons/evidence that Michelle Obama was in fact a man parading as a woman! I thought it was a joke at first but it turns out that it very well might be true!  Just do a search on YouTube along the lines of "Michelle Obama is a man", to see what I mean.



Anyway, enough about this.  I enjoyed reading your article, thank you, Imi. Your philosophic view on life is quite intriguing to me, helping as it does, to formulate and reshape my own somewhat distorted, disillusioned view of the world. (think)

 

 

 


 

#2018-06-04 13:25:02 by Barry1 @Barry1


@JohnAbbot

 

"I mean real Chinese restaurants that cook real Chinese food. Not American Chinese food, or Canadian Chinese food, or Australian Chinese food, etc. Chinese people do not consider our bastardized versions of Chinese food to be Chinese food at all"


After spending a year or so in Sichuan, the home of traditional spicy Chinese food, may I proffer the view that this food was the most awful food I have ever eaten!

 

Half the time I could only eat half a plate, accompanied by five glasses of water!

On the plus side, at the end of my long term stay there, I had lost so much weight, I was a walking skeleton and when I returned to Australia, my ex-Chinese wife was shocked how emaciated and gaunt I looked.  It was as if I'd been living in a prisoner-of-war camp, being feed nothing but a few grains of rice each day.

 

On the other hand, the food served at Chinese restaurants in Australia is delicious. It makes the Sichuan food seem like dog food! (giggle)



Blessings to all, no offence intended!   (wasntme)

#2018-06-05 10:30:36 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

@Barry1 - just so you know, I grew up on Canadian Chinese food, which is the same as Aussie Chinese food, and I love it. Always have.

But I also love much of the authentic Sechuan food, because I also love hot and spicy food. Sechuan food, especially the hotpot, is one of my absolute favourites. 

As I recall Barry, your favourite food is birdseed or something like that, so it isn't too surprising that you don't much like real Chinese food.(rofl)(rofl)(rofl)

#2018-06-05 22:10:14 by Imi5922 @Imi5922

@Barry1
Thanks for your comment.

It may look like that Paul and I are angry for the same reason, but you can't be further from the truth. Try to imagine this: Paul and I are on an airplane. It's plummeting toward earth. We both know we are going to die in a few minutes. Paul is angry because he's been lied to in all his life "Look we're falling because it's a Boing 747 and not a Concord!" Now, I don't say anything because to me it's irrelevant just like the sex of Michelle Obama. I try to focus on opening the door to the cockpit because I'm convinced the pilots are deliberately keeping the airplane in a nosedive. However, I can't open the door by myself, so this is what I do: "Anyway, enough about this.  I enjoyed reading your article, thank you, Imi. Your philosophic view on life is quite intriguing to me, helping as it does, to formulate and reshape my own somewhat distorted, disillusioned view of the world."

Can you see the difference now? With enough people, I may be able to open the door. You have to ask yourself why you believe me and not Paul.  

If I may, try to search on youtube about why MSM doesn't report on Tommy Robinson's arrest but so fervently report on policemen using excessive force when arresting colered people. Why they don't report on the encampment in Tuscon, AZ, used as an underground holding area for children. The land where the camp was discovered owned by Cemex, a Mexican firm and one of the largest cement manufacturers in the world. Soros holds $41 million in Cemex stock.  Cemex gave $150 million to Clinton in 2014 to fight poverty in Latin America but refused to build the wall along the southern border despite its massive presence in the U.S.. Children trafficking?

And also if you have the time try to read about why Session has hired 300 lawyers just recently, and the 28 FBI agents that might start to sing about Hillary's emails.

And if you really have the boldness to look down in the rabbit hole, search Agenda 21, Kalergi Plan, Committee of 300, the Council of 13. And what really hits close to us average guys like you and me, try to look into why people have become so stupidrecently that they argue about giving infants the right to refuse to get their diapers changed on national television.

Barry, after all these years of knowing you, I realized you might outlive all of us here on CLM by eating only seeds. We are dumbed down and slowly poisoned by eating everyday food. We are at war already. The media tries to cover for the elites and propagate their agenda, but the alternative media tries to fight back by informing the people about what is really going on behind the scenes.  

Here are some names that you might want to search on youtube: John Todd, Justinformed Talk, X22report, Lori Colley.          

#2018-06-07 09:26:43 by oldghost @oldghost

@JohnAbbott

Real Chinese food - frequently over-salted over-soyed over-oiled. I too lose weight living in China - in 3 months last year I dropped from 70 to 63 kg; that's partly the consequence of dining alone.  In China they seem to wolf down huge servings of which I can eat less than half (but thank god for the mini huoguo 小火锅 restaurants!). 

Fruit vegetable and meat quality does not stack up in China, and falls far below that of Australia. Hygiene likewise, and I suffer a bout or two of food poisoning every trip - from shellfish I suspect. Australian Asian food may not be authentic, but it is superior, except for the variety of the exotic vegetables

I share the author's distaste for grandiose opulence, and much prefer hob-nobbing with the local middle-classes.

Nevertheless, I love Asian food and most aspects of life in China.

老鬼 

 

#2018-06-07 16:56:11 by Barry1 @Barry1


@Imi5922

 

"We are at war already. The media tries to cover for the elites and propagate their agenda, but the alternative media tries to fight back by informing the people about what is really going on behind the scenes."

 

Thanks for the comprehensive and very thought provoking comment, Imi.

 

I won't say much now, as I need time to digest and follow up on what you have said.  It won't be ignored. I'll go through what you've suggested, step by step.

 

Best wishes

Barry

#2018-06-07 22:36:34 by paulfox1 @paulfox1


@Imi5922

Child trafficking is the #1 'earner' in the USA, so yes, you're correct.

You're also correct about us being 'dumbed-down' with poisons in our food, fluoride in our water, and chemtrails in the sky. 'Agenda 21' is real, and if the 'sheeple' remain asleep, it'll be too late for them.

It's interesting that you mention Tommy Robinson. There's something 'fishy' about his arrest, especially since he admitted to being a zionist.

#2018-06-08 06:19:29 by Imi5922 @Imi5922

@Barry1

I know it's a lot to digest, but let me add another name to the list, dr. Boyd Haley. Just put his name in the search in you tube and perhaps add next to his name mercury.

By the way, the list I gave you is very small. It won't be me who will add more to the list. CLM is not a platform for that. It's you who'll find more "interesting" things on your own. This is an investigation and the slow but steady way to individual thinking.  

#2018-06-08 14:08:31 by Barry1 @Barry1


@Imi5922

 

"CLM is not a platform for that. It's you who'll find more "interesting" things on your own. This is an investigation and the slow but steady way to individual thinking. "

 

Thanks Imi..... this is why I suggested to Paul that he start up his very own blog or YouTube channel for his theories.  There is so much compelling stuff out there that demands to be properly heard. CLM unfortunately is not the place to do it, except in short snippets here and there to pique curiosity.  :^)

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