I could greet you, dear readers, in Mandarin, if I could, but alas, I’m still struggling even with that. Err, ni hao?
First day of training will probably start in an hour. I feel manic being offline for so long. The feeling has already sunk that I am definitely not in Bulacan/Manila anymore. I start almost each day lingering over the fifth floor apartment window, watching the locals in bikes, peddling everything, and forever wondering why they have to speak so loudly, everytime.
Been keeping an offline journal, but I can’t seem to write very well with pen-and-paper. I have yet to scour the electronics shops, but the grocery is a wondrous delight for anyone who likes to cook, if only I understood the writing on the packages. Money is another matter: I still don’t get why they have one-many-terms for money.
I haven’t yet taken a good number of pictures, but here’s a sampling of what I’ve got so far (thank dog for the already-installed Photoshop on this terminal!):
Have to sift through unread emails first. Later.