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After a day of waking up too late and being a Sexy Sadie, I actually did things today. Oh, Beijing, what secrets you hold. Somewhat unfortunately, listening to K-Pop, (yet not, because it's Brown Eyed Girls) I've found myself at the conclusion of a structured day.
I woke up at 8am to find nothing of interest to get me out of bed. This was in spite of the fact that I still needed to register for my course here... Oops. I woke up later at 10 to find that my friend, Paddy, had messaged me to meet up for a delicious dumpling breakfast. Fifteen minutes after I first woke up? Not a chance.
I went by myself (after meeting Paddy and a well-spoken Sydney-sider, Imogen, in the lobby) to the dumpling place. Even if they're frozen, Chinese dumplings are to die for. As in, I would forfeit your life to eat fifteen of them. Probably. Half decent. I even met a Chinese guy who invited me to visit his law firm as well. No big deal.
The next part of the day consisted of acquiring laundry supplies and attempting to get registered. Laundry supplies went okay and (yeah, Australian English) I was more than happy to get my Sexy Sadie on. When the Outkast Speakerboxxx/The Love Below Album is involved, definitely more than happy. Registration apparently wasn't a thing, discovering that the office closed at 5pm, when I turned up at 5:20pm. Trial and error, right?
I met up with Matthew, Andrew, Matthew and Andrew for dinner. Great variety, I know. We went to the Chinese equivalent of a tagine restaraunt next to Wudaokou Station (about five minutes' walking distance from Beijing Language & Culture University's South-Western Gate), because we simply couldn't find the hotpot place our friend told us about. In < 0 degrees Celsius, very little constitutes a worthwhile adventure.
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| Of three types of Yanjing beer, we got the cheapest, largest type. More is more, afterall. |
After some poor service and 'many young pigeons' broth, we decided that we weren't satisfied and headed to Lucy's Bar. Maybe Lucky Lucy, maybe not. Making fast friends with our Swiss buddy, Gino, we adopted the Australian cultural feature of the 'shout'. We were obliged to display Australian hospitality, afterall. Even if Gino never replies to us, I'll always have somewhere in mind the time that he went to keep a girl company when she seemed lonely. Such a kind gentleman, really.
If one bar wasn't enough, we managed to reach the quota of two, with Lisa's Bar as the next destination. Matt decided on the Cuban Libre as the no. 1 drink of choice and we took our positions. Australians discussed real things, whilst SES Andrew and Gino chatted with the owner of the bar. Her name was Lisa Lucy. Who knew?
All in all, it should have been a truly cold night, but it wasn't. Snow? What's that?
p.s. Regarding moths, the bathrooms in Lucy's Bar didn't have gender markers, but rather had moth-shaped scars, thus the title of this post.
- Charith
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