I have always wanted to make my very own special tee. One that I can walk around and glamour at my friends (which make me infuriate when they have something like a chapstick with “Microsoft Office” on it). One that I can actually wear, unlike the “Microsoft Kid” tee my dad bought when he went to Redmond. Continue reading
So, after the battle, we traveled to the other side of the Dalian Forest Zoo called “Phase B”. There, we bought tickets to see a “African Elephant Show”.
On the show, I sat down, ate some Cheetos, and watched the show.
First, elephants marched back and forth on three legs, picked up some people using the trunks, and did other exhilarating things.
On the day before my last day in Dalian (yeah, I’m in Dalian now), I visited the Dalian Forest Zoo. It’s the biggest zoo in the province, and AAAA-recommended, too. A few minutes into the zoo, it struck me as odd that the forest zoo had fewer animals than the small zoo of Houston. A few pigeons there, a monkey there, but it seemed were traveling on a rural road.
As I waited for my mom to go to the restroom, I observed the map and decided to go to the pandas, which were unique in China. After thirty minutes of looking, walking, observing, we finally stumbled upon a sign that told us the pandas were eighty yards away.
In Lijiang, I loved the quiet feel. It was so peaceful where our inn was located. But all that changed when I took a walk down Wine Bar Street.
One of the local government officers (one of my mom’s friends) took us for a trip down Wine Bar Street.
What I found amazing was how the peaceful Lijiang turned into something more loud than a concert in one minute.
A frenzy can be exciting, exhilarating, and just plain stupid. I got all of those feelings on a airplane to Lijiang, in the province of Yunnan in China.
I was sitting near a window seat, looking straig Continue reading
According to a book review I’ve read before,
Kids who think that teachers come only in two kinds: crabby and nice, will be assured in this book that it’s all true.
a review by someone I forgot for a book: Apple Island: The Truth about Teachers, the author of which I’ve also forgot
I’m in China now. After a tiring 16-hour trip, it’s almost amazing to me I’m safely in Xi’an.
But I didn’t come to talk about my flight. Nope, I’m here to talk about my driving trip. The one from Xianyang International Airport, which is nearby to Xi’an, to Xi’an. I’m talking about that thirty minute driving trip.
Nothing strange, you think? That’s what you know, which is just so little about me.
A burgler is a scary thing. I found that out by witnessing a chase for a burgler.
It all happened when I was coming out of an awesome clay-modeling place in China. Having exhausted 8 pieces of clay on the spinning modeler, I finally had made a Chinese water jug-shaped modeling when I was about to give up.
I have always wanted to sit in front of those spinning clay machines and make myself a hoo-loo, an S-shaped water jug used by the Chinese (that’s my kind of people, except you can’t get those in America).
I got the chance today. After a day of playing in the water under the bright sun, building dams out of rocks, making rivers, controlling the “go” of the “flow”, we went back to Xi’an.
From there, we proceeded to go to a clay modeling place. The clay modeling place contained about ten or so spinning machines, and a few tables for modeling people, animals, etc. Basically anything that couldn’t be made when it was spinning.