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Tuesday, 29 November 2011

The Little Things

Today was the 2nd last week of class. Attendance was very poor as it was the beginning of revision class. There were only 6 of us. I feel that our lecturer is not as strict today compared to other days, perhaps due to the small amount of people in the class today. The class was conducted in a more laid-back approach. At the end of the class, the lecturer had a short session with us to ease our stress and tension with the arrival of our "doomsday" in exactly 2 more week's. It was a session that exposed me to all sort of new knowledge that I've never thought of. There was this certain part that caught my attention. 

According to him, most of the time, the Chinese students are able to score for the calculation part, but they don't provide sufficient answer for theory part (perhaps due to limitation in language). He added that this might not be the case for Malaysians like us. However, an examiner is able to differentiate the writing between a Chinese student (he is unsure whether it's just applicable to Mainland Chinese or all the Chinese) and a local student. To my surprise, he mentioned that my writing is the most Chinese among peers (they do have Chinese style of writing too, based on my beloved lecturer). I was stunned for a second. A lot of thoughts came into my mind. Is my English that poor? What have I done for the past 22 years? Was every single writing I've done (including my blog) a garbage? Although it was such a simple and innocent sounding statement, I could feel my hope was all crushed and broken. Apparently, that wasn't the end of his sentence. By writing, he actually meant handwriting instead of style of writing. It might be due to our art of caligraphy which in turn, affects the way we write our alphabets. Being a drama papa, my emotions took a turning of 360 degrees. I felt better. There isn't critical problem with my current level of English. It's just my handwriting.

On the way home, I reflected on what he mentioned. Being a non-Chinese educated kid, my "Chinese" inspired handwriting (round and neatly separated alphabets) couldn't have been due to my caligraphy skills since I've never embraced the graceful art in my entire life, so far. Perhaps it was due our education system that emphasises a lot on neat handwriting, compared to the British way of writing which is more cursive and italic. This can be seen in the elder generation in Malaysia who is purely English educated (a time when English education was purely English, during the post Independence Day). They share the similar style of handwriting with the British.

My conclusion is, the "Chinese" (or more specifically "Malaysian") inspired handwriting is not the matter of race or religion. Aside from individual's trait, it might be influenced by the education system of different countries. Of course, whatever my lecturer mentioned was just a matter of discussion and he emphasised that it was not a form of racism or an attempt of trying to be rude. It's good as it makes things clear and I sincerely accepted his viewpoint. Meanwhile, I do not think there's anything to be ashamed of as it shows our unique culture and self in its way. It is what made me as a person, much like the variance between British accent or French accent. Both accents might be different but each is unique on its own way. However, I will continue to do my best to adapt myself to the different culture, hoping that I'll be able to master the accent some day (in terms of handwriting, it is kind of impossible since I was brought up that way). =D

Sunday, 27 November 2011

Reality Sucks

Time continues to tick at its usual speed without showing any mercy for procrastinators like me. Mentally, I'm still trapped in the month of August but little did I know that the month of November is coming to an end, in the twinkle of an eye. The rapid movement of time is starting to tickle my sentimental side and leave me pondering about what I've done in the past 331 days (but let's not get into that).

I'm extremely unprepared for the month of December, which is usually my favourite month of the year. To think of it, December has not really been quite generous to me since the beginning of my university life, in which I would be either preparing for my examination/assignment submission at this time of the year. However, December 2010 has left quite a memorable impact on me as it is the year where I get to enjoy the month of December without any unnecessary pressure and stress (minus work pressure, but at least I do not need stuff my brain with piles of notes and keywords). I was undergoing my internship programme in one of the most renowned firm. Despite the workloads, there was neither examination nor assignment submission pending in my to-do-list. It also marks my first time on my birthday and being away from my hometown. 

Despite having a small celebration, it's always good to know that less is sometimes more. The simple joy of being around with my family members and having a simple dinner at one of the restaurants in the town is enough to bright up my mundane life. Even though that was nearly a year ago, however, it feels as if things had just happened yesterday. In less than a week, I'll be another year older. Being a sucker for birthday celebrations, I have to admit that I've always looked forward to my birthday and I'm not embarassed to admit that I view birthday really highly and do not mind being cheesy once a year. However, whether it's due to my rapid aging or horrible schedule, I do not feel the anticipation at all this year. I'm living in denial and I just do not want December to come that fast. I'm really afraid of what I'm going to face. If only there are 31 days in the month of November, I will be another day away from the month of December. If only.

P.S. One thing that I should be grateful is if the world ever ends in end of 2012, at least I get to celebrate my birthday again next year before the hoo haa.. =)

Saturday, 26 November 2011

Early Birds

My sleeping time is normally distorted from Thursday to Sunday as there is no class on these days. With winter fast approaching, my days can be extremely unproductive when I wake up at 12.00 p.m. and the sky turns dark as early as 3.30 p.m. Hence, we planned to go for dimsum today. I have always craved for the feeling of being at a dimsum restaurant, sipping my Chinese tea and stuffing myself with juicy, mouth-watering dimsum until my well-developed tummy becomes totally bloated. This craving is especially evident now as being in a foreign country always leaves me yearning for the familiar feeling (I used to have) from time to time.
                             
In my opinion, Pacific Restaurant, located in the heart of Manchester Chinatown is totally the best Chinese restaurant that offers the best Chinese dishes (more specifically Cantonese dishes) in the entire city. The food there reminds me so much of the usual food we had back in Malaysia, perhaps due to its Hong Kong origin, a country which has quite similar style of cooking with Malaysia's Chinese restaurants.

I really enjoy going out on a Saturday morning, resting my brain and prohibiting myself to think any exam-related stuff. It lets me know how Manchester has so much to offer, with serenading view of the sunny morning (which is full of hope and joy). I hope I'll be able to do this in the coming weekends (perhaps after my examination is over). Meanwhile, it's time to go back to my piles of notes and books. Cheers!

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Foot Rescue

Ever since I came here, my heels have been cracking like nobody's business. Now, my soft tender skin is totally dry, just like how smoked bacon is. Meanwhile, my feet are in dire state, especially the badly cracked heels. 
First Aid for Feet
Realising the need of taking some serious action before the condition worsen, I got myself  the Peppermint Intensive Foot Rescue from The Body Shop as a remedy to the situation. I have started to massage my feet with the moisture surge yesterday. I'm extremely curious to see whether there will be any improvement with my  awfully cracked heels in weeks to come. 

Meanwhile, I'm such a lazy person when it comes to applying all the fancy lotions and moisturiser. Having spent all my life in a tropical country previously, I'm a dummy when it comes to skincare. The only beauty product that I'm exposed is none other than my trusted Clean & Clear Facial Wash. Hence, with winter coming in no time at all, I need to be more disciplined and consistent in the application of all the confusing products for the sake of my skin. 

P.S. At the same time, my fingers are beginning to crack as well. Time to get all my moisturising product in action.

P.P.S. This is not a paid advertisement by The Body Shop. =P

Saturday, 19 November 2011

Time

After more than a year of life without examination, little did I know that it is slowly creeping into my life again. In 3 weeks' time, I'm going to face one of the most examinations in my life. It is always at moment like this that time is ticking at the speed of light.
 
It doesn't help either when the sky turns dark as early as 4.00 p.m. daily with end of autumn approaching. Feeling like a nocturnal creature, I always attempt to wake up as early as possible to recharge myself with the daytime energy but my effort hasn't made any impact so far. I do not know how I'm going to fare for this upcoming examination. At the same time, I do not have any gut to even think about it. It's my first examination again after more than a year and it's a qualification that I cannot afford to lose.

With this approaching in 3 weeks' time, I seriously have to force myself to procrastinate less. Time and tide wait for no man and I do not see any reason they will wait for me this time either. I just have to put in more effort. I just have to.

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Insomnia

I was feeling extremely sleepy just now but I was forcing myself to complete the tutorial questions. Just when I've decided to go into my dreamland, my biological clock is trying to mess with my patience. I do not know why I'm unable to sleep now at this hour. I'll be having 6 hours of lecture tomorrow, starting all the way from 9.30 a.m. in the morning and I simply need to have sufficient rest to last me the entire day. Judging from the situation now, I just do not know whether I'm even able to wake up for the lecture tomorrow. Insomnia is such an inconsiderate bitch and it's really pissing me off. Let's not remind me that there is going to be a test tomorrow and with my weak mental condition, I have no clue on how am I going to remember all the necessary information tomorrow.

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Winter Shopping

As winter is approaching sooner than we can imagine, I thought it's wise to start shopping for my winter jackets to avoid myself being frozen solid. Hence, I went to Trafford Centre (for the first time) yesterday after doing some serious research about the varieties it offers there. The journey yesterday marked the first time I travelled beyond the 7 km radius that I've been travelling around for the past 2 months.  
The journey from Hulme to Trafford Centre took about 20 minutes at the rate of £2.80 per ride (with bus X50 or 250). Contrary to what we had back home, the public transport here is extremely punctual and the frequency of the available buses is just too good to be true.
The outside view of Old Trafford
Trafford Centre is located in Greater Manchester away from the Manchester City Centre which we always visit. As the name suggests, Trafford Centre is located a stone's throw away from every Manchester United fan's dream, the Old Trafford.
Trafford Centre is an extremely huge place to shop with awesome varieties to choose from. It offers most of the brands that you can think of - everything under one roof. It's definitely much bigger than Arndale which is situated in the City Centre. The architecture of Trafford Centre reminds me of the blend of Sunway Pyramid, Mid Valley and Genting's First World Plaza - all combined into one. The reason why I have to simply include First World Plaza is because it sports a merry-go-round (Victoria Carousel), a casino and even the fake blue sky ceiling, exactly like what you can see there. 
2 winter jackets, 2 pair of pants and 1 foot rescue cream (to rescue my badly cracked heels)
Having done my proper research, I did not face any difficulty in choosing pieces of garments that I want from my favourite brands. It was more like a pick, try and pay session rather than the normal random shopping session. As a result, I managed to achieve high time-efficiency and grab a lot of good hauls as well. The amount of discounts offered are just simply irresistible. 
I spent around 6 hours in Trafford Centre from having zero preparation to being fully armored for the upcoming winter. I need to take some time after my final examination in December to really spend a good day in Trafford Centre to explore the place further. At least I know where to go when I'm bored after this. =)

Saturday, 5 November 2011

The Yawn Factor

I'm supposed to be studying now but I miraculously ended up typing this entry. I was writing 2 entries before this entry but decided to turn them into draft as I lost my inspiration halfway. The best word to describe my current state of mind is "rusty". I do not know the exact reason but I feel that my brain is not functioning as it used to be, perhaps after working for nearly a year (and not to worry anything about examination). I'm required to face the 1st half of one of the most important examinations in my life in 5 weeks' time. I've been trying really hard to change my habit of procrastinating. I think I've made a slight improvement compared (like how I've been catching up with the syllabus and listening attentively in class) to how I used to be previously but I feel that I still need to make a drastic change to strive for better achievements. I have no idea why I'm so easily distracted by every single thing, especially my laptop. Surfing the net from day to night never seem to be a boring routine but facing the tonnes of books is causing my eyelids to be really heavy. Exam is in freaking 5 weeks' time and I need to pass my 2 papers with flying colours. I just have to. There is really no time for me to waste.