This must be the period of my life with the most travelling done, in both time and distance.
First it was going down to
Then it’s another 20 hrs flight from
And how my Mom disagrees with me too, when I arrived back in
Ladies and Gentlemen, if you want to give your father/mother/brother/sister/daughter/son/dog a jolt short of a heart attack, do go on a one or two semester exchange program and DO NOT CUT YOUR HAIR. This also makes a good camouflage should you intend to sneak past your eagerly awaiting ‘welcome-back party’. Mother was totally shocked into oblivion, as if she owns the stock market and Wall Street just crashed.
The next few days was spent in long hours of sleep (using jetlag as an excuse, of course), and few minutes of unpacking.
Every other minute was spent on intense efforts at dodging Mother, who keeps lunging at me, wielding a pair of barber scissors in one hand. Ok, I imagined that. But the real thing is nothing short of PRC asking
And HERE’s my final expense report for the duration of stay in
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