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Batam - Before Arrival Think About Money/Buy And Throw Away Money
This is what the tour guide of Batam said to us when we are at Batam trip. Why he downplayed his country's reputation is weird, but still he is a nice guy. Hendrys, we will remember his szx slang.
So overall, Batam trip was normal, because painting itself doesnt really help the orphans much. But actually Im quite contented that we managed to paint the walls, though of not-so-good quality, cos its quite a slack job compared to other classes doing more work than us. We had ample of time to change, eat, have some night time relax - its equals to a resort totally. First day was still quite enthu in painting cos its the first time we are doing this together as a class, but the 2nd day onwards started to get sian like there is no drive at all. Especially dickson, his face looked like he gonna die anytime.
I never knew much about Batam, so I thought it was just like Malaysia or something, but I was wrong. There is hardly any traffic system there, majority of the houses are very poorly constructed. The area where the orphanage is located is even more ulu. Though our painting of the place will have a small impact on these kids, we gave them chocolates and sweets that Clare's mum sponsored. Supposedly we would have much interaction with the kids in the orphanage, but this is not the case for our class.
Our hotel night life. We played cards, watched unknown tv channels, listen some songs, drank some cheap beer, and facing a crazy Eeban. Seriously first time see someone who is ultimately weird and dunno what is in his mind, till the extent I am scared he may kill himself or anyone. Had some division of class due to some class politics.
Goods. Yes the goods are cheap, but it doesnt give people the feeling of trust. Like they dun look of good quality, although some are known brands. Beer was 1buck+ while using a small amount of money could buy us a huge load of titbits and whatever. Saw some Ralph Lauren shirt, although cheaper but still could not afford.
Lastly, Mr Kuang was a very flexible teacher I had ever seen. We thought he was some nerd in math, but he talks like us, sang karoake, played pool, dun mind our vulgarities and played lan with us. A very cool teacher that we didn thought so in the first place, but sadly not the same class anymore next year.
Sorry I think this post is very short, please pardon me. I hope you will be satisfied with my post though, shall end here.
The rainbow is gone, my life goes back to black and white. I will still hold on.
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