Wednesday, February 28, 2007

S in SEP stands for "Student" and not "Slack"

Whoever said SEP was slack must be joking. I found Finite Element Analysis (FEA) and Healthcare Engineering rather difficult. Because we planned to travel around... accusing silence at invalid reason for cramming schoolwork... we tried to finish the FEA lab within these few weeks. We stayed till end of lab time slot(can you believe the real students left already) and I felt that the Masters or PhD students managing the lab were really dedicated. They did not shoo us away but explained in detail using another software to illustrate. Must really thank the BFG (Big Friendly Giant), a black man-mountain who was ever so ernest.

Besides schoolwork and cooking, we had to plan our trips. Check train and flight timings, hostel availability and location, compare prices, plan itinery... faint. Most annoying was checking location on maps, some silly hostels give garbled directions from stations which only complicate. It's already hard to navigate in English not to say another language, imagine searching high and low for "Vicolo Uomo Selvatico" before turning into "Via Milan" blah blah blah, eyes would pop!

Other activities include reading and writing blog. No one would credit me with spending days on selecting and writing captions for photographs but I really did. I hate scanning through hundreds of pictures with same subjects at different angles so I determine to not put my family and friends through the same ordeal... that is, until my patience and perseverence run out, which might be pretty soon considering the 900+ pictures taken in Oxford... gasp!

Well, I want to share a moving book, "Somebody Else's Kids" by Torey Hayden that I recently completed. Thanks, Lin Xu! She recounts her time with autistic Boo who could only repeat words and not converse, brain-damaged Lori frustrated by repeated failures at reading, emotionally-scarred Tomaso given to violent outbursts and quiet Claudia pregnant at twelve. Her trials and tribulations arise from her desire to help them adjust to, and perhaps protect from, an unforgiving world. There are everyday tragedies that bombard them, like Lori trying her very best but still failing and being humiliated by an insensitive teacher who labeled her "lazy". However, a sort of cheerfulness and hope permeates the book, mainly through the happiness felt in these children's presence. It ends on a high note with Tomaso saving others in a burning building and Lori still spirited enough to celebrate after all her hopes were dashed. Give me their strength and courage when I'm down!
On a lighter note, here is a smashing mtv by Take That, minus Robbie Williams. Although they are not particularly handsome (I hope I won't be clobbered by any ardent fans), they are very charming. How else to explain them making simple steps look snazzy? I think if a lesser guy paused at every other step while singing would just make me laugh. Xianhong said the song was about themselves stepping out after a long hiatus from the limelight but I thought it was a message to encourage people lacking confidence... Well, just listen and enjoy!

Oxford Outing... weekend, february 24-6, 2007

I looked forward greatly to the weekend because then, I can see Zhaoqi! She's caring, intelligent, pretty and best of all, a great friend =) Psst, this is to repay the wonderful hospitality shown to all of us... nah, meant every word. But really, we were fed like kings and queens: desserts, apples and pineapple tarts from Kah Yin and fabulous cooking from Zhaoqi... nooo! my laptop cannot be contaminated by saliva!

For more drooling
http://picasaweb.google.com/yannyranran/HotelZhaoqi

She had Singapore Society elections to attend on saturday, so we took a trip to Blenheim Palace. It was monstrous big and had so many lovely grounds to cover that we could not finish. (Lucky we did not buy the tickets to go in, as it is, i'm still feeling the pinch) In addition to breathtaking landscapes (the photographs do not do enough justice), there was an exhibition on Churchills. Winston Churchill, the late PM and influential figure in World War II, was a descendent of John Churchill, a great war leader who was rewarded with this palace.

We had fun oohing and ahhing
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On sunday, Zhaoqi brought us around Oxford Colleges, very good of her since she had a horrible essay due on Wednesday plus exams looming up ahead. Anyway, a college is similar to a hostel except that it also arranges lessons. Interestingly and stressfully, students wear gowns (scholar, exhibition...) according to how well they perform. Oh well, the grand architecture and lovely grounds should relieve the stress somewhat. We went to Merton, where Tolkien got some inspiration for Lord of the Rings, Keble, the only red-brick college amongst all the sandstones in Oxford, and Christ Church, the largest college and film site of Harry Potter. I was so fascinated by the many gorgeous stained glass that I lost track of their names (hence, the missing captions in photos). We then wandered about the meadows and saw rainbow, ducks, squirrel and a sudden downpour. Had our very first excercise dashing through the rain.

However, the wet and cold could not dampen our spirits at being in this grand old town

Next morning, we bid farewell to Zhaoqi and Kah Yin, and thank them for their generosity (You've upped the standards for the friends of the others!). Our very last day was planned for Magdalen College (for the deers) and Ashmolean Museum but Magdalen opened in the afternoon, for a fee and Ashmolean was closed! So we went back to Loughborough earlier than planned. The train was packed like sardine and had to stand for 2+ hours, all I can say is, I feel justified in gorging at Zhaoqi's place.

So sad, an enjoyable weekend comes to an end. I realized that it is the people you meet and touch your life that matters most, because the weekend felt good despite the few hick-ups. Thank you, friends!

Friday, February 23, 2007

Guided Tour

On the second day in Loughborough, we met our coordinator who sorted us out as well as he could and went through a welcome package. When he came to the map, he said," these things are absolutely useless unless you know how to use them" which turned out to be absolutely true.
Timetables have venues listed as things like W/0/02 when all the map has are little geometrical shapes representing buildings with numbers labeled. So, to find W/0/02, you look at the back of the map for one of the many legends and match W to a building (all buildings have names, no big numbers plastered on the walls), look for the corresponding building number, flip back to the map and look for the number and ta-da! (0 is the ground floor and 02 the room number)

Quite a bit of trouble huh? And it is really no laughing matter when one is lost and have to flip the map front and back frantically with the wind howling derisively (okay, maybe that's a wee bit exaggerated). Anyway, lucky you, I'm here to show you around the school compounds (well, the parts I kind of know).

Just click below for Guided Tour

What I really like about the grounds are the beautiful trees. When walking through the grounds today, it just dawned on me why I felt so enchanted with those bare trees when I first arrived.


The weather is warming up and all of nature is budding and blooming. My heart gladdened at the sight of the branches laden with flowers. The bare trees were enchanting because they held the promise of spring.

Well, the tour would not be complete with a glance at my living quarters (mummy, you'd be proud at my cleanliness if you saw the guys' room, haha). These are my sleeping companions, moo moo and piggy. Brought all the way from home to warm me at night because night is where the longing for home comes the strongest.

This squirrel caught munching away reminds me a little of my Hammie. Thank you, papa, for taking good care of him. Miss everyone at home very much.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Chinese New Year... sunday, february 18, 2007

Gong xi fa cai! Wishing everyone a wonderful and fantastic year ahead =)

The day dawned bright and early, does it mean an auspicious year ahead? Sure hope so! I felt warm on waking up and was surprised that Lydia did too, she even slept without socks on! Poor little wiggly toes =( She thought the warmth was from the wine last night but the guys poo-pooed her idea.


Well, after breakfast, we set about making sandwiches and experimented baked potatoes (true gluttons, preparing one meal right after another). The sandwiches from leftover chicken that I helped to shred while standing till I was so sick of it that I did not bother shifting from one tired foot to another. I blame the chicken for being so busty. Fiddling around and figuring out which knobs for grill and oven was a brainteaser to four future mechanical engineers.


Our sandwiches are for our outing to Beacon Hill, a site where a pyre is burned to signify the passing of a monarch. It was recommended by the cleaner who told of what "Loughborough" meant. "Lough"=swamp, "borough"=something like town, so "Loughborough" means town built on swamp and is pronounced as "lufbra". We set off soon after and I took my first bus ride (costing 1 pound and 30 pence, groan!). We passed through beautiful woodland scenary but not even that beauty prepared us for the breathtaking vista that awaited us at Beacon Hill.


No word sufficient to describe the wonder I felt (but I shall try). From the bus-stop to the hill were quaint houses that are reminiscent of fairy tales with brambled walls, charming wells and pretty gardens (I think I saw heather and berries, so happy to see what I had read and dreamed about in childhood). On the way up, we had to enter through wooden (and metal) stiles to hike up woody slopes and craggly little stone cliffs. There were footpaths (mudpaths actually) dotted with benches containing small plaques to commemorate people who had loved this hill.

The splendid hilltop view... I'm stumped speechless. Shall leave you now to pore over the photos =)


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Reunion Dinner in Loughborough


Reunion dinner is part of celebrating Chinese New Year. Once a year, all family members gathered around for a meal, eating, talking and just enjoying the presence of loved ones. This year, I am not with my family and I feel the emptiness keenly. Although only my mother was struck by Chinese New Year syndrome (spring cleaning, buying New Year goodies, decorating...) and the gatherings bore my brother and I sometimes, I missed all that familiarity.

To lessen some of the sense of loss, we walked about town to find minced pork (minced beef everywhere but no minced pork) before returning to prepare a sumptuous dinner with fish (absolutely necessary), pork (dumpling soup, thus requiring it minced), chicken and vegetable.

At night, we had a mini CNY countdown celebration, complete with a few hastily downloaded CNY songs. There was sparkling juice, red wine (the cheapest and perhaps why the foulest tasting one) bak kwa (mei zhen xiang barbequed pork flown from singapore then hoarded till now) and tiramisu.



Cheers!
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A Different CNY... friday, february 16, 2007

The Post Office is also a Chinese grocery store which we frequent for foodstuffs not available in the markets. At the end of two shopping trips, we were presented with invitations to a Chinese New Year celebration at the Town Hall on friday evening.

We were curious to go (oh alright, our cheapskate nature would not forgive us for not going) and so despite difficulty in finding smart casual wear from our woolly wardrobe, we all tramped onwards.

The Town Hall was packed with people, mostly Chinese (many Mainland Chinese, sizeable Hong Kongers and a smattering of Singaporeans) and a few other races. The guys shared two seats while we girls shared one. Being a fidgety person, my buttocks soon ached, which was not helped by the dismal performance.

Firstly, the sound system was off; secondly, amateurs were performing. The Chinese children were shy to sing and I was embarrassed to hear. The two guys who followed were not too bad but they chose songs with no festive mood. The pianist played Classical music well but it was odd in that setting. Finally, there was group singing led by a Chinese physician. We were urged to join in but couldn't as the song was one we never heard before despite it's popularity in China.

Food was highly anticipated so we were rather dismayed to find the plates polished off by the time we managed to creep out of the function room. Two Singaporeans who are undergraduates at Loughborough introduced themselves to us and told us about the Singapore Society. After politely taking leave, the hungry guys decided to try the famous UK fish & chips.



We bought three sets to share and struggled to finish. In all honesty, the fish was quite good as there were plenty of fish coated with only a thin layer of batter (the cook in me coming out). However, the sheer amount and the oiliness overwhelmed us. The chips were soggy from the walk back to hostel and luckily, there was sweet chilli sauce that we took from the CNY celebrations...oops!

Not the most wonderful CNY celebration but an interesting one.

To The Town

One of the first things we did was to go to town to settle bank account and source for cheap stuff (Poor students have to stinge and save).
I like the fact that the tallest buildings in town are all below 5 storeys, except for one or two towers. This makes for splendid views of the sky, not that we looked up much, there were so many things to see. The shops (a little unlike back home in that there is considerably less food stalls), brick buildings, fat (really fat) pigeons, dogs with luxurious coats...
Glimpses of the town
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We went to both market and supermarkets on market days. We were amazed at the relative cheapness of chocolates (1 huge pack for 1 pound) and fruits (10 oranges for 1 pound) , varieties of pies and desserts, other things that are unexpected for us in the market (books, wood incense, porcelain cups...) It was a relief to find that prices are comparable to those back home, I thought I had to eat bread only for breakfast, lunch and dinner... whew!



To market, to market to buy a fat pig!
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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Cookery Foolery

Living independently makes me appreciate my parents more, especially when hunger pangs strike. One longs for the warmth of... home-cooked food by mummy and savoury take-aways by papa =)

Being young, our stomach can withstand the effects of our culinary adventures. First night's instant noodles do not count in the dinner competition, we started in ernest on monday and tuesday.
Lester and Lydia made omelette with tomato and sausage + canned soup + broccoli and carrot
Xianhong and I made fried rice with eggs, tomato, sausage with broccoli at the side+canned soup
Note the same ingredients as we had missed the market that opens on thursdays and saturdays.

With time, we budding chefs improved. Pretty soon, we'll be back home exhibiting our newly-honed skills.




Alright, I concede that the mushrooms+broccoli and mushroom-stuffed-chicken did not turn out quite those that appeared in the recipes.

For further proof of misadventures
http://picasaweb.google.com/yannyranran/Meals

Module Madness

Registering for modules was full of potholes. Technically no studying in other faculty, must stick to mechanical engineering, meaning that one has to take core modules, TEs (technical electives) and UEMs (Unrestricted Elective Modules).

Sounds a lot but actually NOT! NUS preferred us to do core modules in NUS, leaving us with only TEs and UEMs to clear here, which is absolute RUBBISH because we are capped at 3TEs if not specializing and 2TEs otherwise. Plus, UEMs can let us score so it's rather daft to do them here as results here do not affect CAP (Cumulative Aggregate Point).

So, I guess I'd just suck and twiddle my thumbs here. Well, maybe not. Exchange students are welcomed to sit in to classes that interest (and available) to them and get the signature of the person-in-charge if they are interested. To do so, we had to beg, borrow and steal timetables... in the course of it, we've discovered some interesting places:


Xianhong and I at one of the aerodynamics lab/class that has a plane behind a board and seats.


At one of the many fields in the university were little boys learning football, as expected of a nation passionate about football.


Lydia, Xianhong and I in the midst of a twisted tree, not very obvious here but seriously deformed up close with the trunk bent 90 degrees.

Lester mimicking the posters at the reception of the School of Art and Design.

Shall upload pictures of the campus once I am less muddled.

An Unexpected Reward

I do solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth... WE WALKED from the stop to our hostel, Butler Court. Luckily (or is it unluckily?), we met Janrius, a Hong Kong exchange student who arrived a week earlier, at the stop. She brought us there.
It was a nightmare. My back supported 10kg and I had to drag 18kg for about half an hour while battling a colder weather than I had experienced in a long time. And me only 41kg!

After registering and all that, I was pooped. Unpacked, ate instant noodles, bathed and concussed immediately. Slept 10hrs and woke up to a most spectacular sight -- beautiful sunrise.

Standing at the sill and admiring the view, I felt the blistered palms and aching back was all worthwhile. The sunrise makes one feel so serene, it is one of the quiet joys in life and I am going to admire it all over again the next day... and the next...

Watch the sky with me
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Setting Off... sunday, february 11, 2007

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waiting, he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry...

Snippets of the song, "Leaving On A Jet Plane" by Peter, Paul & Mary capture my feelings that evening. I was in a dilemma, I had to go after all the planning and spending, but I really wanted to stay with my family. However, being an unexpressive person, I did not tell them how much they meant to me. I hope they understand.

... There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you...

Under all the rebelliousness and obstinacy, there is deep love. Shall remember all the naggings and advices, especially on applying moisturiser to the nostrils to prevent nosebleed caused by cold and dry weather. It sounds rather dubious but will come in handy for explaining to people who might catch me picking my nose =)

Photos of the looooooooong trip to Loughborough
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Introducing...

Hallo, this is a surprise, me setting up a blog. I really am from the stone age, struggling pitifully along in this technology-savvy world. So why am I setting up one?

Well, I am currently on a student exchange programme and wish to share my experiences. My family and friends live half the globe away, so sharing in the conventional way (i.e. phone) would only disrupt their sleep AND burn an awful big hole in my pocket. Hence, THE BLOG is set up for them to take a peek into my life when they want to.
this is a lot of work for a technube, do appreciate... haha...

The next few posts wil backtrack a few days, so don't be surprise at the additional dates...