Well, the apartment I’m supposed to move into has no electricity and no gas right now. I’m not sorry really. This means more hotel points and more English Television (v. important).
I walked around the mall by my hotel last night. I think it must be an upscale mall. They have some really cute and stylish clothes. Before I think about the impossibility of finding something my size, I looked at the price tag. I thought was a mistake so I looked at a few more. One top was about $1500 RMB, roughly $200+. Yikes.
Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Even though I’m average height and size medium in America, I’m like a giant in Chinese sizes. And what’s with the staring? I miss Shanghai. No one stares in Shanghai. Henrik, my Swedish co-worker, is insanely happy that I’m here. I’m apparently diverting some stares away from him.
A Canadian girl working hard for her money and learning to make her money work hard for her.
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1 comments:
i can relate to the size thing, i'm a s/m in NA sizes, but in asia i'm like an L or XL!
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