Here is my desk at work. a leflet that need to be bined, some unused paper, a pen that has never been used and... yes that is a paper air plain(figered i had to make my desk look used so i made it out of the stack of unused paper that i have been given)








How the sink area looks at home... please note. the only two products that are mine are in the left of the picture (dark bottles) and a tooth brush, we share tooth paist, the rest is liyangs stuff......


Well. what a few days of mixed feelings.
Trian station; we went shopping at the main trainstation, and it was very very busiy.. i was pickpocketed with out even noticing. i only noticed when i saw a girl drop her keys and pick them up. i checked mine. and supprise supprise, they were not in the pocket i had left them in.... bar humbug. after returning to the house i had to go back to work (on a saterday) and (thank good someone was thre) have them arrange a lock smith to come round asap. the locksmith came and said 50rmb. i agreed. the guy took out a small red card, slid it into the little gap in the door and withing 3 seconds of arriving he was packing away his little card with a open door infront of him,,,, the card would have had to have made a 's'shape,.. it did.. unbelivable.

Also with connection to the train station, liyang went to buy some under wear. i was left to stand in line of misplaced men trying to look macho in fron of a bright pink underwear shop.. every one who walked passed laughted at me and one by one my emarissed male comrades were picked up by there better halfs..... i stood there for 5 mins even though it felt like 3 hours befor liyang picked my up from my deserted look out post. aparently thre was a mix up with a price labelor somthing..... i was quite hapy to be walking around again, for the next few minuites the image of my standing there all alone at the top of stairs on a main pedestrianised zone that was cramed with saterday shoppers, put a smile on my face.
see below my fellow oberservers of the street.




Duriing one of my classes, a little boy, some how went from crying his eyes out toi being fast asleep. much to the amusment of the othere teachers and children... this incidednt stopped the class. i did not mannage to recover the class befor the end of the lesson. o well.sorry gotta go am late for class. speak leter today or tomorow