One thing you quickly learn living in Wu Dao Kou is there are a lot of people in the street that want your money. Some are beggars and some are selling stuff. You get offered all kinds of things from Japanese perfume to hard drives. People whip it out of a pocket or a bag; some have entire carts full of stuffed dogs or even live dogs. Some are more aggressive than others; amongst the most aggressive sellers are the flower girls…

On Saturday the 28th I went to a party that was advertised in the lounge of my dorm. It said there would be Chinese boys and girls there, I was suppose to meet them at the East Gate of the People’s University. So I cab it over there and meet some random Chinese guy and we walk to the restaurant. We were suppose to make dumplings and I had no plans for the evening…

I’m not sure how many hours later it is, but I’m back at Lush in the exact same seat, sitting in front of my Mac…

On Christmas Eve I was invited to make dumplings. I decided this was the perfect excuse to buy a cake from the Madeleine Bakery in Wu Dao Kou as I always looked at them longingly…

This post was intended to be slightly humorous and was a result of me trying to avoid thinking about the problems I was going through…