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It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon; the heat of the sun is delicious on my skin. Life is very peaceful and it simply feels… good. I have loving people and influences in my life now and couldn’t be more content. This kind of atmosphere always gets my mind thinking and I drift to my undefined post- Shanghai plans. A twinge of sadness always accompanies these thoughts because I am in shock with how fast everything has happened. Where did the last 9 months go? Is it already time to uproot my life again and start something new?! With the clock ticking, I am really thinking about my next options: look for work in CA or return to China for more Mandarin.

There are so many reasons why I wish to return home and start that next chapter. I feel ready and excited to utilize my skills in the working force. I also want to be financially independent. The majority of people I know advise me to postpone it as long as possible but for me, I want to start working and earning money. It’s a great feeling knowing that you can provide for yourself. I have done some career soul-searching and believe I have found jobs that don’t send me running in the other direction. I once had an accounting internship a few summers ago and looking back, I am thankful I did not continue on that road. Not only did I dislike the work, I wasn’t great at it. My bad grades came from accounting classes, an obvious indicator that I am not meant to be an accountant. I feel so liberated knowing that I don’t have to be pigeonholed into a career that really doesn’t play to my strengths or interests. If I go home, I want to move to my favorite city, San Francisco, and be with my best friends. I want to make more memories with my family and watch my baby nephew grow up. I want to eat In ‘n Out, YUM. I would also love to be able to cross a street when it’s my turn and not worry about getting hit. As much as I have loved my experiences here, I miss America and am certain that I want to live my life in America.

On the other hand, it’d be great stay in China to continue studying Mandarin. I could keep learning about myself, culture, people, life in general. This experience has given me the opportunity to observe my surroundings in a very close perspective. There is still so much of the world I want to visit: Malaysia, Indonesia, and especially India. Before I came to Shanghai, studying abroad felt like a big risk to me. The vast majority of my friends had gone to graduate school or started working and becoming responsible, “real” adults. And this is what university teaches you to do. But taking this risk has made me realize that life is not a rulebook: college, work, marry, kids, etc. The people I have met abroad are so much more different than I could have anticipated. I’ve met people who had quit their jobs and traveled all over the world for the sole reason of living their lives. One friend started and dropped out of college in the US, has been studying Mandarin for 2 years, and will return to college this fall in none other than Madrid, Spain. Another friend, dear Marta, got her bachelors in Italy, worked a few years, and then moved to Shanghai to pursue her love for Mandarin and live music at the ripe age of 26. These are just a few examples that show that life is not some schedule, but rather an adventure. I have a lot of respect for them because although their lives may not be conventional to society’s standards, they are doing what makes them happy.

I’m presented with big decisions but this time around, I am able to calmly analyze them, not letting stress get in the way. I am aware that the job market at home is far from promising but I still want to see if any opportunities surface. The only decision I’ve come to now is that it really is too early to decide and to not over think future situations. I may not know what the future holds but it feels great to know that I am okay with that.


Chinese Report Card

Looking across the board of blog topics, I recall fond memories of crossing a Chinese street, eating live shrimp, and properly dressing myself for really cold weather. However I don’t have a single entry regarding the main reason why I came to Shanghai: to learn Chinese.

Chinese, as is every foreign language, is a fascinating, challenging, memory-testing language that has tested my patience and desire to succeed. Before coming to Shanghai, I thought that my one-year study plan was an eternal stretch of time, when I could jump from beginner to expert in a semi-difficult hurdle. I realize now how naïve such a thought is; learning a new language is the most challenging task I’ve come across yet. Although my progress has increased substantially, I can’t say that I’m fluent or even great. I can say I’ve passed “beginner” and moved into “intermediate.”

Back at home, I never spoke Mandarin because of the shame associated with being Chinese origin but unable to speak the language. This embarrassment was difficult to deal with and like most people, I don’t enjoy doing things I’m not good at. However, learning to deal with this has been a great way to practice mind over matter.

Despite these setbacks, I love learning Chinese. When I attend class, I feel like I’m learning so much and increasing my knowledge by ten-fold. It’s really empowering to study material that has real life application. I couldn’t always say the same for my classes in college. While I enjoy chatting away about the basic conversation starters: what my family is like, what my hobbies are, my life in China, etc. I absolutely detest my listening class. Even as a child in dreaded Chinese school (when my language capacity was at its peak), I was terrible at listening. Chinese consists of one-syllable words and the intonation and context of the sentence are what define the word. I love English because words are easily distinguishable. Words like sensational or difficult can stand proudly on their own without being confused with others. On the flip side, words like “fan” or “ming” have multiple meanings and even native speakers need to clarify which word they are talking about. My mother proved this point last week. While we were exploring downtown Shanghai, she asked me if I knew of any Chinese medicine (zhōngyào) shops. I interpreted this as important (zhòngyào) shops. The subtlety of the words can create a lot of confusion for us beginners.

During my parents stay, they watched me struggle with impatient waiters and cab drivers. Luckily my mom (speaking very excellent Chinese herself) was able to bail me out when I was really confused. Despite the occasional need for help, my parents were impressed with my progress. Of course being parents, they are happy with any progress. My Chinese really isn’t very good =P. However, this compliment gave me all the gratification I needed, all the satisfaction in knowing that I improved. The main reason why I wanted to learn Chinese was to communicate with my mother in her native tongue. I always listened to her speak Mandarin at family gatherings or in Chinatown. There is something so exciting about understanding and communicating in multiple languages.

Through this experience, I have gained much respect for people who learn and master a new language because it takes time, patience, and a whole lot of dedication. I also am really thankful that I can speak English fluently. I have taken my ability to communicate effortlessly for granted. Through the ups and downs, I realized that the best thing is to take it day-by-day, and ironically keep looking at the small picture. Looking at the small picture keeps me motivated and confidant that I can succeed. Without a doubt, the most rewarding part in this grand scheme is for me to randomly step back and surprise myself at how far all those baby steps have taken me.

Picking up the parents

It’s an unusually bright Thursday afternoon without a rain cloud in sight. The weather has been odd lately, switching between a blue, cloudless sky to a sky suffocating in the dense pollution. I just finished my midterms and am on the way to pick up my parents. This is the longest I’ve ever been away from them so I’m incredibly excited to see them. I hopped on the airport bus and started planning their travel itinerary. Yuyuan Garden, The Bund, Shanghai Museum, etc. It’s so nice outside. I arrive at the airport just in time for their arrival, great timing on my part =P. Then I get a call from my mom…

“My flight has been delayed…”

“What?! I just got here here!… How long is the delay?”

“No departure time set yet. Apparently there are engine problems… I’m still in Hong Kong.”

The anticipated 1:30 arrival has just been moved back 3 hours to 4:30. What am I supposed to do for 3 hours now? I don’t have my laptop or even a book, just an old 2005 travel guide to Shanghai. As luck would have it, my mom called again to inform me that the plane was delayed another 45 minutes. 4:30 just bumped up to 5:15.

Today, I learned an important lesson. Too often in life we rush around, living as if every menial task was an urgent matter. We’ve become so impatient that even a few minutes delay has to be filled with a distraction. We plan the hours of the day, calculating how many minutes go to this and how many hours go to that; every minute should be productive or else we are doing something wrong. In this case, I was expecting to pick up my parents, rush home, show them around the school campus, and go shopping at Walmart before collapsing in bed. They’re only in Shanghai for one week and I have a flurry of activities I want them to do. Well all my plans changed with that little phone call so here I am, people watching. (It’s okay to look in China.) I could always think about what to write for my next blog entry… not a bad idea.

The day turned out more productive than I anticipated. I wrote a draft of this entry, via pencil and paper. I also met up with my Italian friend, Marta, who was flying out that same day. She bestowed 2 lighters upon me as parting gifts (lighters are prohibited on the plane) and her favorite yogurt drink. Lastly, I was able to greet my Canadian friend’s parents at the airport because the friend was running late. Good thing because this is their first time in China and they looked quite lost when exiting the terminal. As the sky began to dark, I finally saw my parents. But it was so worth the wait. They look exactly the same as I left them (except Mom has gotten another interesting perm) and it felt like no time had passed between us. There were a few key lessons I learned that day.

1. It’s okay to sit for a few hours and just do nothing.
2. A book (even an outdated tour book) is a very enjoyable way to pass time.
3. You can never rely on plane schedules. Call the airline ahead of time and see when the plane is supposed to arrive.

26 Days Later…

From January to February, two friends and I embarked on a life-changing backpacking trip across Southeast Asia. We spent 26 days in Thailand and Cambodia, observing their people and respective culture. Twenty-six days before, I had no idea what to expect on such a trip; I was just eager to leave the cold Shanghai weather behind me. But 26 days later, I returned to Shanghai with every single sense dazzled. My body encountered vibrant colors, intense heat, and food spicy enough to make me cry. My toes and fingers buried themselves in the soft, white sand of Koh Chang. They also enjoyed the nibbling sensation of a fish massage. My eyes saw the grandeur of Angkor Wat, the sadness and brutality of the Phnom Penh Killing Fields, and the ritziness of downtown Bangkok. (Check out for a small taste of the Southeast!) My ears listened to the elongated tones of Thai language as well as the unadulterated silence found in the rainforest. My nose smelled many incense sticks that burned in elaborate, golden temples. And my taste buds have sampled the best Thai food from creamy tom yum soups to freshly prepared crab. There were also the banana flower salad, rattlesnake meat and poached squid eggs. Of course no backpacking trip is complete without some street food and its direct result: queasy stomachs. Each one of us had our full share of fun but the extremely cheap and tasty food was worth it. My mind and body went on a tropical vacation and were extremely reluctant to leave.

Backpacking is such a unique experience to share with friends because you spend every waking moment together. It is a test of friendship and arguments are inevitable when together for that long. This trip could have been made into a movie. There were verbal arguments that resulted in solo days. Our general easy-going nature was put to test with each other’s individual preferences. Beach parties under the moon were aplenty and we fully enjoyed the night festivities. There was an exhilarating moment in Kao Sok when the gang decided to swim in a tranquil, isolated lake located in the rainforest. In Siem Reap, there was a minor bike accident involving two small children on our way to see Angkor Wat. Luckily no one was badly injured and we continued our day of sightseeing. One highlight of the trip was the opportunity to hang out with local Cambodians and engage in conversation. This was yet another reminder of how lucky I am, how lucky we are to have our lives. We have so much opportunity and the fact that we can choose our jobs is a gift. This often appears as a burden but with the right perspective can be turned into a gift. James, a 20 year old Cambodian man, cleans a temple for work and makes $20/month, an amount that barely covers his living costs. We all know that $20 cannot even make it through dinner, let alone 30 days. It was very a humbling conversation. If you look at my Cambodia photo album, there is a picture of him sitting to the right of me. The entire process has been eye-opening.

The trip was like a dream, new, thrilling, and unfortunately too quick. I felt like I was on a honeymoon with my friends. We often joked about commemorating our trip via ink. Tattoo shops in Thailand are as common as massage parlors. We thought YAJ (Youngse, Adele, Jac) had a nice ring to it, somewhere around the ankle for me… Thankfully we never followed through with it. This trip was a wonderful experience. Each new city we discovered had its own adventures and frustration, its own share of travelers with their individual stories and reasons. When I think back, the belly laughs and confusion and sensory-peaking experiences all blend into a delicious, sun-drenched, and cherished feeling.

A new semester has started at Fudan and I’m finding so many changes around me. First off, I decided that my time as a dormie had come to an end and that it was time to move to bigger horizons: a real apartment. After living in a quaint apartment on Roebling Avenue at UCLA, it was difficult to transition back to a dorm room. I also wanted to live with people who did not speak English so I would be forced to speak Mandarin. Luckily I was able to find an apartment that I liked and is much more 舒服( shu fu, comfortable). I have a large bedroom with 2 beds and a real kitchen to cook in. I no longer have to suffer from my bed smelling like my dinner. For anyone who wants to visit me, you can have a whole bed to yourself…

Secondly, my classes have relocated to a new building. I know it sounds minor but let me explain… My previous classroom was in Guang Hua Lou, a towering 30-story building complete with marble floors, sweeping staircases, and real-flushing toilets. However, all of that luxury was tossed aside when I relocated to the more humble, red-brick building: Teaching #2 Building. This new teaching facility has a different sort of charm, a more authentic Chinese feel. I like it because I’m immersing myself in real Chinese-student culture. The most blatant example of this is seen in the bathroom. Unlike traditional bathrooms, complete with toilet paper and soap, these new ones are a little different… A typical Chinese bathroom is a toilet bowl that is built into the floor; one must perform a full squat in order to use it. The fun doesn’t stop there though; the crazy part is that the bathroom is not a toilet or a bowl on the floor but rather a TRENCH. I will proceed to analyze. There are two trenches that run alongside the length of the walls with individual units perpendicular to the trench. Needless to say, it takes some getting used to. I suppose it’s all part of the experience…just trying to be positive. Another perk about this building is that I get to observe local students swarm in and out of class and run off to the library. Chinese students bring dedication to a whole new level and I find the libraries perpetually packed no matter what time of day is it, rain or shine. There have been a few occasions when I couldn’t even find a seat, and the scary thing is that the semester just started a few weeks ago.

The Chinese student life from my perspective does not mirror my personal university experience. I believe that when an American student attends college, the goal is to not only get an education, but to maximize your social time and skills to its full potential. The trick is to do well in school while balancing a hectic schedule of hanging out with friends, extracurricular activities, spring-break trips, and Thursday night outings. However in China, the mentality is to prosper academically at all costs. I see the occasional volleyball and ping-pong games but I find the majority of students usually studying in between classes. Some students have night classes that end at 9:30 PM in which they can either return home or continue studying. If they choose home, they have to return quickly to make their dorm curfew. Yes, grown up adults have a curfew of 10 PM or risk getting locked out til morning. In those cases, most head to the library to sleep.

There are many exciting things coming up; first being the highly anticipated World Expo. Expo efforts are everywhere, from construction sites to the small, powder-blue HaiBao mascot smiling at you from the corner. In anticipation for this event, the government has constructed an extra 3 subway lines to handle the influx of people. It is estimated that 70 million people will visit Shanghai during this 8-month period. Many international students at Fudan are taking part-time jobs as hosts for their respective home pavilion. My British friend signed on the job as “Host Pavilion” and will work a minimum of 25 hours/week at the rate of 20 RMB/hour. (6.87 RMB=$1) This job is clearly about the experience, not the pay. The Shanghai Bund has recently completed its facelift and is now prettier and cleaner than ever. I am also ecstatic for my parents to come visit me in May. It’s hard to believe that it’s been 8+ months since I’ve last seen them. The plan is to spend a week in China followed by a week in the exotic South Korea. There we will indulge in Korean BBQ, visit the DMZ, and take in the brilliance of Seoul.

To all the readers, thanks for keeping up with me!

Much love,

I miss the sunshine

As the cold winter days continue to drag on, I am finally understanding how nice the weather is in California. Being a person who has lived there my entire life, continuous sunshine was something that I have expected in my daily life. Looking back, I obviously took it for granted. However with a change of location, I can see how much impact weather has on my life. When it’s cold outside, all I want to do is burrow in my room with the heater on full blast. If I get to curl up with a blanket and hot chocolate, I love the cold weather. If I have to travel on the subway when it’s pouring outside, I’m not much of a fan. When I do venture outside, I require multiple puffy layers which make me feel rather clumsy. I almost waddle when I wear two pairs of pants and two jackets =). By no means do I hate the cold or wintertime; I’m just appreciating nice weather on a deeper level.

Welcome to paradise; welcome to bliss. Before arriving in the Philippines, I had little knowledge of the country. It seemed like a nice place to visit but there were so many other countries higher up on my list… However, my classmate invited me over for Christmas so I happily accepted. After eleven days of food, sun, and tanned skin, the Philippines has climbed to the top of my “favorite places” list. This experience far exceeded my expectations; the culture, the sun-drenched weather, the delicious food, the generous people, there really is a lot to love about this relaxed country.

The day I left Shanghai, the weather was an impressive 45 degrees with reports of potential snowfall. (Snow is more like icy raindrops.) Three hours later I exchanged my puffy jackets for summer shorts and tank tops. The weather, even in the winter, is warm all day and night and stayed in the mid 80’s during my trip. Everyday my friend/tour guide, Steph, took three friends and I around to everything that was quintessentially Filipino: Jollibees, halo-halo, Intramuros, the beach, and family gatherings. I went to numerous family parties that each boasted of an extravagant feast and I got to know Steph’s extended family very well. Family is a huge part of the Filipino culture and people are always hanging out with their cousins, grandparents, aunts, and uncles. The people are so generous and really made me feel like family. Whenever I introduced myself as Jacqueline, the host would automatically call me Jac to everyone else. It was heart-warming and I liked how such a small detail made me feel so included. Introductions are also quite affectionate and consist of a handshake and cheek-to-cheek kiss. This warm greeting automatically breaks down any awkwardness or shyness. I addressed all of Steph’s relatives with proper Filipino names: Tito (uncle), Tita (aunt), and Lola (grandma) as if they were my own.

This relaxed nature is also reflected in their modes of driving. People never wear their seatbelts and many chuckled at my automatic habit of wearing one. There is no right of way here and drivers make turns when it “feels right”. That is a direct quote from Steph. Cars commonly drive in the shoulder or side-by-side in single lanes. To me, it’s overwhelming to have such a lack of rules but everyone else seems to enjoy the freedom. If a driver does get caught for bad driving, he can simply bribe the policeman and subtly hand over money. Driving can be quite stressful, especially in the city; so many middle-income families have their own drivers.

Like everywhere else in the world, there is crime and it is important to be aware of your surroundings. Before I left on my trip, multiple people warmed me of the dangers of theft and kidnapping. Wherever we were driving, we had to lock the doors first because outsiders might open the doors and take our belongings. Steph told us about a friend that was texting in his car when a hand suddenly darted inside and snatched away his phone. Before he realized what happened the thief was long gone. Moral of the story is to never use your phone in public.

The food. Of course I would save the best for the last. The food is addicting and hearty and my host fed us very well every hour of the day. Filipinos love their meat, usually pork and beef, and their fragrant, garlic rice. Other popular dishes were lumpia (egg rolls), empanadas (like mini calzones), and adobo (meat cooked in a special dark sauce). Breakfast usually consisted of sunny-side up eggs, chorizo (minced pork), and more rice. The cuisine is also rich in seafood: crab, shrimp, and scallops because of the nearby oceans. Although there are few vegetables in the diet, the abundance of tropical fruit makes up for it. There were delicious papayas, coconuts, and tart green mangos. The food is delicious but the main attraction has to be the desserts. The most famous dessert, halo-halo, is shaved ice topped with numerous tasty treats: leche flan (caramel flan), mangos, bananas, coconut, jellies, and ice cream. A few other desserts but definitely not limited to are yema (a very sweet candy that is similar to butterscotch), buko tarts (coconut tarts), biko or babinka (sticky rice with a delicious brown sugar, butter topping), and other soft, melt-in-your-mouth treats. There are small powdery cookies that instantly crumble in your mouth and bananas deep-fried in wonton wrappers and covered in chocolate. Yum… The things I will miss the most though are the fruit shakes. I sampled avocado shakes, coconut shakes, and green mango shakes. All are creamy, cool, and just delicious on that warm winter night =P.

For a country that I never planned to visit, I am hooked and already looking forward to my next visit. If anyone is planning on going, please let me know! I uploaded many pictures on my website,, so if you get a chance, check them out!

East West Fusion

This past weekend, I attend a dinner party of Western and Eastern influences that left me with a delicious, multi-cultural experience. A few classmates and I wanted to spend some time apart from our everyday grammar and idiom lessons to learn more about each other. First is Lucas, a 29-year old Switzerland native who invited us to his apartment that he shares with his Chinese girlfriend and her 10-year old daughter. Next there is Marta, a 25-year-old Italian woman born in Milan and is one of the most intriguing people I know. Lastly, there is the lovely half-Swedish, half-Chinese 20-year old girl named Camilla who is aspiring to be a fashion designer.

Upon arriving at the apartment, I observed minor differences between Shanghai and Los Angeles apartments. Shanghai gets cold in the winter so every room in the apartment has its own sliding door, even the kitchen. There is mini room that separates the door and hallway to insulate the place. This space is also conveniently used as an extra shoe closet. All apartments in Shanghai have their own balconies which serves as the laundry and drying room. Most Chinese people like to air dry their clothing as opposed to using a dryer. While walking on the street, it is not uncommon to see T-shirts, pants, bras, and underwear hanging from the balconies. The funniest viewing has been a large pair of red panties hanging in the hallway outside my friend’s apartment.

We started the night off with light cocktails made from a wide selection of spirits. I opted for something new and chose the bottle with the most difficult name to pronounce: Appenzeller. This dark liquor comes from Switzerland and is brewed with 42 different herbs to create a strong medicinal smell that strongly reminds me of Nyquil. Most people enjoy this on the rocks but I only take a few sips before reaching for the nearest cup of water. Dinner was most delicious and I enjoyed the absence of MSG always found in restaurants. We feasted on fried rice, soy chicken, and shrimp. Red wine was plentiful throughout the meal and I felt very warm and satisfied. For dessert, like any true European, we finished with hot espresso even though it was close to midnight. The highlight of this dinner though had to be the decadent candy. As most of you know, I am allergic to most nuts which means I can’t eat many delicious treats. The holiday is no exception and I am always dying to sample those tempting gold-wrapped candies, Ferrero Rocher. Well that night I made a discovery, a brilliant find if you may, and have learned about the distant cousin to the popular Ferrero Rocher. I present to you, the Ferrero Rafaello. It starts off with a light, crispy wafer shell that is filled with a smooth vanilla cream and one crunchy almond. The outside is lightly dusted with toasted coconut. One can only appreciate its true deliciousness after eating it. My words can not do it justice. Lucas was a great host and made sure to buy not just one, but three boxes of the tasty treat. We devoured every last piece.

I had a wonderful time at that dinner party and gathered small bits of information that tickled my mind. For example, Italians love their espresso and it is common to drink one for breakfast, one for lunch, and even one before bed. Or that in Sweden, not only is education free but the government PAYS you to go to college with a side allowance. What a difficult concept for us Americans to grasp, especially after that large UC increase. After I left the cozy apartment and stepped out into the brisk winter air, I felt very satisfied with all the cultural exposure that I was receiving. To further this education, Marta has agreed to teach our class how to make authentic Italian food, delizioso!

Miscellaneous Musings

Dearest Reader,

I apologize that it has been quite a long time since my last post. The last few weeks have been rather uneventful and I ironically did not find the time to write a post. However, with Thanksgiving here, I figured this would be a great time to update everyone in my life. First off, I can’t believe it’s already the end of November!! I’ve been here for almost 3 months and time is flying by. My baby nephew just celebrated his first birthday, I have taken my first set of Chinese exams, and the weather has officially turned cold.

In order to properly acknowledge my new life, I decided to chop off my hair and flaunt a new hairstyle that I have not had before the age of 10. Although this seems trivial, all women can agree with me that it is a HUGE deal. I was intimidated at first but am happy that I went through with it. New lifestyle needs a new hairstyle.

The weather is rapidly changing and already rivaling the coldest California winter days. The high level of moisture in the air also makes the temperature feel so much colder. It goes right through your clothes, and on the coldest days, goes directly to your core. My daily outfit has consisted of a beanie, gloves, two long sleeve shirts, leggings, jeans, two pairs of socks, Ugg boots, scarf, and to top it off, my snowboarding jacket. Being a native California girl, I’m a wimp in cold weather and had to bring out my warmest jackets weeks before everyone else. The upside is that I appreciate being indoors and even the drabbest room is a warm, safe haven to me. There is nothing quite like being indoors while the rain is pounding outside.

This weather does turn my thoughts to my first holiday without family. This is my favorite time of year and I love seeing and smelling the holiday festivities at home. My family currently has an email thread discussing the details of the upcoming Thanksgiving. I can not properly express how much I will miss Thanksgiving this year and all the delicious food that will be shared: spicy pumpkin pie, cream cheese mashed potatoes, green bean casseroles, sweet potatoes with toasted marshmallows, turkey and its rich gravy, specialty stuffings with fruit and onions… I could go on but I am making myself hungry. To all my family reading this, I will miss playing board games with you while combating the lethargic effects of overeating. Since I am so far away I decided for second best: go out to eat and have a professional chef prepare the best meal of the year. After months of Chinese food, I am SO ready for American food.

As for the rest of the holiday season, I am very excited to say that I will be going home with a friend to spend Christmas and New Years in Manila, Philippines. This is going to be such an awesome experience because some of my close friends are from the Philippines and now I will be able to get a taste of their homeland. I have heard stories of paradise-like beaches, interesting cuisine, and extremely favorable conversion rates. Can’t wait for that adventure!

For everyone back at home with loved ones, I hope you have a very wonderful Thanksgiving together. It’s a perfect time to reflect on your life and be appreciative of everything you have. I personally have never been so thankful. Take care until the next blog post!

Happy holidays and happy eatings from Shanghai,


PS- Please eat an extra slice of Pumpkin pie for me. It is my favorite part of Thanksgiving dinner.

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