R.I.P. MJ

I was having a rare night walk around Liverpool, when words of MJ's death reached. Initially, I shrugged it off as a rumour, because the people discussing it were like gleefully "reporting it". But then, as more streets were being covered, more and more waves of the news comes in. So, yeah. I checked it out after reaching home. It was true.

The King of Pop had left us. Being me, it would be unusual to care much of celebrities' death, especially for a man labeled as "Wacko Jacko" for his antics and weird life philosophies. However, I had always remembered him as the man who had considerable influence on my childhood years with his songs. Who would forget songs like "Thriller", "Billie Jean" adn "Beat It". At least not me.

R.I.P. MJ

Classes and Misc.

It had to be a constant reminder that my "mission" in the UK is for the degree. Play hard work hard, they say, but that is not usually the case here. No matter how, we still need to find the agonizingly hard spot of motivation to do so.

Class structures are almost the same way back in M'sia, instructional style. But of course, they added a bit of creativity here and there when they present their stuff. We were told to draw out a self-introduction and for the next few days we present our read journals in simple (mostly fugly) pictures. Kinda helps actually. One of those psychology thing in helping memory.














Professor....sorry....Mr. Cheah presenting you military art of war.

Often, lectures are filled with lively jokes that keeps us awake. Of course, not all is perfect. There are still some boring lecturers around.




















The real professor teaching

And in a few weeks time, all things will be coming in like a tsunami wave, or waves. Unless I'm terribly free or feeling random, then I will update this blog here. Otherwise, do visit my FB for the pictures.

What's Next?

£59mil for Kaka, £80mil for Ronaldo and €37mil for David Villa...



















"Finally, I'm going to Madrid!"

Motto of President Perez must be: "Credit crunch?! What credit crunch?"

So what's next for Real Madrid?

Probably bankruptcy in September.

At least for rival fans of ManU, the good news is they don't have to see the cocky and theatrical tantrums by C Ronaldo.

Settling In Liverpool

Sorry for the unprecedented hiatus. Its kinda busy week here.

And yes, Liverpool. Its an amazing city. The first week is of course an exploratory week for most of us. Lots of adapting needed. The weather is really unlike M'sia, as we really appreciated the sun very much.
















As we entered Liverpool...

We were then brought to our hostel at Atlantic Point, which I can't help but compared it to the ones they have in TAR College. Of course, its a far cry from that.




















Entrance to one of the blocks.

Each of us have our private room, WITH private toilets. A common room (with TV) and a kitchen is provided. They also give us a storeroom equipped with a vacuum cleaner, a mop set and a iron board. It might sound as if we are sakais to be amazed with all these stuff here in England, but really, tell me, how many hostels does that in M'sia?

Setting up took lots of time. We did some shopping of groceries and needed appliances. The girls would of course make a detour and screamed their way towards the clothes section. We try to get the cheapest stuff available, and the cheap stuff is like real cheap here, especially for beers and chocolates. Say 5 bars of Mars for 99p. Definitely would get hyper if you had all of them.

Next, we went to our induction where LJMU welcomes us.



















Students waiting in the Britannia Adelphi Hotel Hall.

Nothing much here as a couple of welcome speeches and safety advices were given. They made it brief and straight to the point, unlike Malaysians who would always have to go through the Yang Amat Berhormats and addressing every single people and animals and ants that are in the hall.

Much of the stuff are pretty much in pictures for the next few days. So do logon to Facebook for those.

During the induction week, we took trips to Chester and Liverpool Museum courtesy of LJMU. It was absolutely eye-opening and exciting to say the least. Most of the stuff are about history (which coincidently my fave subject in school) of Britain. Chester promotes their rich vein of Roman and Renaissance History.



















Touch of 1600s

























Our Roman guide of the day.

Next up, classes started and of course reality kicks in.

SinEu out for now.

From H to U...Its a Long Way

This time its not about the football club. I am in the city itself! Teehee. And here I got the urge to have the journey and the first day accounted.

Picking where I left off in the previous post, me and my bunch of friends took the Cathay Pacific to Hong Kong, which serves as our transition point. The 3 hours trip was well, awful at the least. Limited space, almost pathetic food, a bumpy landing and air stewardess wearing flu mask.
















HKIA
















Mind you, this is no lecture class. Just us taking up precious time to talk to families and busy updating FB and Twitter.

The first trip makes us think that the next journey to UK will be a helluva torrid. It turned out not-so-bad. Wider seats and better food, although stewardess are still covered with mask. The time on the plane was the only nightmare. 13 hours of doing nothing except sit, toilet breaks, watch movies and fart.

After the dreadful hours, we finally reached London Heathrow Airport. Surprisingly, the entering process was helluva short. A grumpy immigration officer look through your documents, stampped approval, you claimed your luggage and the next thing you are in the arrival hall. Yes, that whole nightmarish customs check that you read, watched and heard about was totally.non.existent.
















Reaching London....
















London Heathrow scene.

It is not the end of our journey, as we had to take another 3 hours to Liverpool in a coach. Another 3 hours before our asses are exonerated from torture.
















The scene that generally sums up what we saw in our 3 hours trip to Liverpool.

Next up, Liverpool itself. Later.