Thursday, November 23, 2006
~ 11/23/2006 02:10:00 PM ~
;back home
Sorry for the late update. Well, these days were eventful. Last week, we finished our English Enrichment lesson. In general, it did help. At least I have found my strength and weaknesses. The teacher pointed out that I'm not very good at descriptive writing and I always express my ideas so directly. Hence,on the last afternoon before I went home, I went to MPH and bought some local writers' work to read back at home.
I was bothered by packing my stuffs. We were supposed to put away all the stuffs we didn't need into cardboards and left them to the hostel to keep. After busy packing them for two night, I finished in the last evening before I set off and without catching my breath, I rushed directly to Bedok MRT station. It took almost one hour and a half to Bishan, in which my aunt and uncle lived. Talking with them for half an hour and bid goodbye to them.
It was not so late when I reached the hostel. Eleven. There were too many full cardboards in the room that I had got to tiptoe into the room. Actually, there was no room in the room. Haha, I'm not very good at any pun. Anyway, my juniors came and we chatted before I used trolley to carried all my cardboards downstairs and kept by the security guards. Juniors went back to there rooms soon. They were still having lessons next week. I felt sorry for them, especially they were taught by a not very experienced Eurasian woman who was from some other schools.
After grabbing some shut-eyes, I got up at four thirty. It didn't take long when I and one of my friends were downstairs with three taxi drivers, waiting for others to get down. The only mistake that we made was that we handed our luggages to the taxi drivers so early. Know what happened? Eighteen dollors from the hostel to the airport. Well, let's leave that alone.
What next? Bidding goodbye to our guardians, passing through the passport control and getting into the plane. I had to admit it was a long journey. seven hours. What's more, the climate in Tianjin was different. I had to change my T-shirt into jacket or coat. It was eight o'clock when I reached home. Ringing my relatives and friends was what I did then. Besides that, I had to catch up with my English language. Classical books were what I needed. But I still hadn't touched that yet. Honestly, I love horror stories better than classical stories.
I tried to contacted with my TA fellows who joined the Tianjin Exchange Programme through the teacher in charge. I learnt that they were going out most of the week. I thought it would be inconvenient if I went with them, so I had to wait until my previous school informed me that there were some activities that I could come. End of the story. Laters, people.
