I love my class. I love those who designed the jacket, those who worked hard to get the sponsorship, those who designed the class edition for the school magazine and all of them who helped out EVEN MORE.
The ice-creams, the advices and the suggestions today are all sincere and true, no matter how you see it.
Cherish this precious camaraderie, and calculate the probability of 39 students and 1 teacher can share the same dimension, same planet, same continent, same country, same state, same school and same class.
Love y'all.My 5th day in China has been nothing but blissful.
Actually, they're all blissful. *shrugs*
We visited the 3rd Miao village, Matangge village.
The bus reached the grand entrance of the village. But we see no village, only one big stone entrance. Both pillars had poems on it, something about Matangge villagers being the descendants of HouYi, the guy who shot the 9 suns. Also the husband of ChangEr, the woman who flew to the moon.
Seriously, people do believe in myths.
It took the first bus years to drive on the small road to reach the village. Our driver left the bus to check on the first bus' tyres or something.
After like a century, he came back with Athena. Athena said, "Get off the bus and let's walk to the village."
I mentioned before I can't exactly understand her speaking in English, but I am sure I heard her said we had to walk.
I was like, "No way! The sun... the temperature..."
Then I was trying to get my sunblock lotion back from the 2-hand-2-leg Octo.
After a tiring 15-minute walk, with land mines everywhere (you know what I mean), we reached the village.
Somehow, seeing the welcome party made all the laments on the way there seemed silly.
I love kids (don't get me wrong).
Oh yea, I noticed that the Miao in this village have shorter skirts.
Love the scenery. Lots of greens. Relief to the eyes.
David and Jade.
They were looking at some pictures. I took this photo quietly, without them knowing.
But it looked good, right?
Look at the cute lil' boy~And check our favourite dance.
After the dance, the emcee invited Fify from Brunei to sing.After all the performances, the Miao put up stalls to sell embroideries and accessories.
Yesterday in the homey restaurant where we had our lunch, we played an Indonesian game. We were playing and one reporter interviewed Icha about the game.
This time, Octo and I taught them one of the games we played in primary schools.It's the normal 'paper, scissors, rock' game, but the winner gets to take one step back and the loser...
Observe Thousand and Jeff (local student from Guiyang).
The loser has to stretch his or her leg~
Then everyone started playing that game! Except, there weren't any reporters there to interview us lol...
Miao woman drawing on a cloth using wax. Someting like batik.
We had to walk back to the bus under the scorching sun.
Sweating from head to toe.
More land mines.
Went to the Minorities Museum in Kaili. Looks kinda deserted.
The Miao writing.
Look at this picture. The bulls are bigger than the people. Damn fake.
The original Miao writing.
We went back to Lindu Hotel in Guiyang.
On the way back, you could just sense that everyone was so sad.
Because we're flying to Harbin tomorrow. Which means, that night was the last night we ran around the hotel, smearing cakes on each others' faces with the local Guiyang students.
That night, the local students took a few of the ASEAN students out for karaoke. Octo and I couldn't go because Mommy Octo was rather worried letting us off without her.
We celebrated Mommy Octo's birthday.
Jade, FaZheng, JinFeng, Jeff and ZL (from Singapore) came to our room. We played cards, the loser had to lick a rock called 'bing bang' (ice stick). The rock was from the river near Shiqiao village.
FaZheng and JinFeng licked it for like 7 times already.
Disgusting.
We played 'truth or dare'. Truths are usually shocking, and that night was really shocking.
Octo knows what I mean.
P/S: I shall kill LinBing when I go to Singapore.
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