me with scott
The gift that he gave me-£20 waterstone voucher
me with craigeeee, thats what his mom called him, damn cute.
The thank you card he gave me, sweet and simple.
Life is great, isnt it?
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Final days with scott and Craig
Just ended both of my tuition with Craig and Scott last week, felt so touched and contented. i'm not boosting in saying that i felt proud of myself for able to acomplish my resposibility as a home tutor. Seeing them finishing their last examination and now heading towards Oxford and Liverpool University, i just felt so contented. Being a tutor to two 18 years old English boys was my greatest achievement for 2006, its even more meaningful than me getting a distinction for Msc. They are the best students that a teacher can ask for, and i'm trully flattered and thankful that God led me to meet all the nice people in UK.
me with scott
The gift that he gave me-£20 waterstone voucher
me with craigeeee, thats what his mom called him, damn cute.
The thank you card he gave me, sweet and simple.
Life is great, isnt it?
me with scott
The gift that he gave me-£20 waterstone voucher
me with craigeeee, thats what his mom called him, damn cute.
The thank you card he gave me, sweet and simple.
Life is great, isnt it?
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
homeless
House hunting now.
being shooed out by the landlord due to the fact that he morgaged the house. To be truth, i dunno whether this is a good news or a bad news, being kicked out when there is still 4 months left for my acedemic semester, yeah, homeless i am *sob*. However, when i think about the fact that finally i'm able to quit living in kensington, i am somewhat happy.
Kensington is a hell like place to live. The street is full of rubbish, youngsters loitering around, cursing you with lame chinese words they picked up from jacky chan movie, mother yelling outside the house to the children on the second floor... in fact, me and the gals get thrown by eggs last time, not sure whether it stinks or not cuz we fast enough to avoid it.
There was one incident happened a few weeks before in the kensington area which left a bitter scar deep down in my heart. It was 5 o clock in the morning, the street was chilling cold as the rain poured crazily, and i was waiting at the bustop hooded by only a poor umbrella when a girl came and approached me. she is around 17 or 18 and looks mentally retarded. she spoke to me with a language which sounded alien to me, and all i can see was the rain dripping from her messy red hair, and the bottle of alcohol hid in her coat pocket.
'They thrown me out of the house.'
she kept repeating that, with a sad tone as her tears fell down from her eyes.
i was stunned, too stone to think of any response, and when bus came, she followed silently behind me to board the bus. The bus driver was kind enough for not asking any bus fare from her. she continued to mumble and shaking badly, and my heart was in all mess, i dunno what to do at all.
when the bus reached city centre, i told her to stay on the bus, cuz it was still raining heavily and there will be no shop opened at 5 am. she looked at me with a blank expression and i really dunno whether she understood me or not. As i went down the bus, i have to bid back my tears threaten to fall, i hate myself for not able to do anything to help her but watching her went far and far away taken by the bus to the no destiny. Silently, in my heart, i prayed to The almighty to look after the small girl.
Living in such a distorted place makes me realized a hard and cold truth. its a cruel world.
being shooed out by the landlord due to the fact that he morgaged the house. To be truth, i dunno whether this is a good news or a bad news, being kicked out when there is still 4 months left for my acedemic semester, yeah, homeless i am *sob*. However, when i think about the fact that finally i'm able to quit living in kensington, i am somewhat happy.
Kensington is a hell like place to live. The street is full of rubbish, youngsters loitering around, cursing you with lame chinese words they picked up from jacky chan movie, mother yelling outside the house to the children on the second floor... in fact, me and the gals get thrown by eggs last time, not sure whether it stinks or not cuz we fast enough to avoid it.
There was one incident happened a few weeks before in the kensington area which left a bitter scar deep down in my heart. It was 5 o clock in the morning, the street was chilling cold as the rain poured crazily, and i was waiting at the bustop hooded by only a poor umbrella when a girl came and approached me. she is around 17 or 18 and looks mentally retarded. she spoke to me with a language which sounded alien to me, and all i can see was the rain dripping from her messy red hair, and the bottle of alcohol hid in her coat pocket.
'They thrown me out of the house.'
she kept repeating that, with a sad tone as her tears fell down from her eyes.
i was stunned, too stone to think of any response, and when bus came, she followed silently behind me to board the bus. The bus driver was kind enough for not asking any bus fare from her. she continued to mumble and shaking badly, and my heart was in all mess, i dunno what to do at all.
when the bus reached city centre, i told her to stay on the bus, cuz it was still raining heavily and there will be no shop opened at 5 am. she looked at me with a blank expression and i really dunno whether she understood me or not. As i went down the bus, i have to bid back my tears threaten to fall, i hate myself for not able to do anything to help her but watching her went far and far away taken by the bus to the no destiny. Silently, in my heart, i prayed to The almighty to look after the small girl.
Living in such a distorted place makes me realized a hard and cold truth. its a cruel world.
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