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Experiencing an English class in my university

February 26, 2010

China, producer of an extremely potent alcohol that combines all the powers of dog, bull and rat balls for less than 5 ringgit a Kilo, is now able to boast that it has now trained nearly 300, 000, 000 English speakers which also means that there are more English speakers in China than in the US. Essentially anyone who has slept through an English class and can say “Hallooo Hallooo Hallooo” repeatedly is qualified.

It should be known that there is a Huge difference between learning Mandarin in China and learning English in China.

A typical Mandarin lesson

A typical English class

I’ve only been invited to attend seven or eight classes so far, most of which I just sat around and hated myself for not having anything better to do. A typical class in my university:
1. Lecturer enters lecture hall/class, everyone stands, “GOODA MONING TEACHA!”
2. Lecturer reads an entire textbook while the class sleeps.
3. Random student is asked a question, reads the answer from the book, and the sleeping continues.
4. Lecturer ends class by telling everyone they are lazy and worthless, answers for end of semester exams are practically handed out to be “studied”, and assignments are handed out.
5. Attractive female students approach English speaking foreign friend to complete entire task for them.
6. Everyone else either fails or can’t be bothered with assignments. Not when there is basketball to be played.

Future business tycoon or factory slave

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A Reunion Over

February 3, 2009

The reunion is over and done with now, but the orientation which I will not be attending will be carrying on. I’ve spent the last 2 days staying at the hotel and visiting different places around Hong Kong Island.

The room from my view.

The room from my view.


Today I spent most of the day walking and wishing I had my car with me, or at least a personal foot masseur to greet me upon my arrival at my hotel room. I wanted to go to the pier at night and catch some breathtaking views, but seeing as it is already 11 at night, I might just watch more cable TV and then turn in early. If I feel adventurous maybe I’ll take a stroll to the pier then mosey on down to the city center and get a taste of the nightlife there, and upload more photos to share.
The view from my room.

The view from my room.

UPDATE!

I eventually decided that I would go and take some views from the pier in Central district. Here are the pictures, I didn’t publish them immediately because the internet costs a bomb for a certain amount of time that must be used continuously, and much as I would have loved to share these few shots here, I wasn’t going to pay more than I would have for Streamyxs’ rubbish service. Anyway, most of my pictures turned out really blurry for some reason so I don’t have many to post.

Obviously not a shot from the pier, but still worth a post wouldn't you say?

Obviously not a shot from the pier, but still worth a post wouldn't you say?

The road that led to my first destination.

The road that led to my first destination.

The road looks brighter in the picture. In reality it was surrounded on all sides by construction works and there were lots of grinding noises coming from everywhere. I felt as though I was going to just drop into the ground.

View from around the corner of the scary road.

View from around the corner of the scary road.

There was a woman doing laps around this area, and the water did seems to stink a little, like the smell from a sewage treatment plant.
I was standing inches away from the ledge.

I was standing inches away from the ledge.


There is something unnerving about standing all alone inches away from the ledge overlooking a pretty rough sea, without any railing for support. I kept getting visions of someone shooting me from the back with a tranquilizer dart so that I would stagger forward and plunge to my watery doom. I didn’t stay long there.
Hong Kong Mc'Ds ownzorzz

Hong Kong Mc'Ds ownzorzz

Hong Kong Mc’Ds is so much more awesome compared to the dungeon slop we get in Malaysia. I had a Spicy Grilled Chiken Burger which was divine at 1 am, and even the nuggets seemed to have a certain special quality about it. Haha, fresh lettuce in my burger, who would have thunkit?

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New member of the family

January 28, 2009

Hong Kong being as beautiful as it is at this time of year, I can’t help but to put memories of the horrid trip here to rest, but only after I rant about it for awhile.

The flight took of at the scheduled time, which is apparently a miracle for an Air Asia flight according to reliable sources i.e friends and family. However that was the only thing that impressed me about the flight. After boarding the plane and finding a seat(like taking a bus! no assigned seats) I quickly came to realize that I had less personal space than a prison inmate would. Okay, forget personal space, I did not even have space to stick my feet anywhere. There was someones luggage under my seat, there was luggage under the seat in front of me, and the air was thick with a sense of awkwardness amongst the many passengers.

Soon after take-off, the adolescent seated behind me decided that he was bored and that knocking my seat repeatedly would help alleviate the boredom. It seemed to work because he only did it once every 5 or 6 minutes before lapsing into what I assume must have been a state of proud satisfaction. My guess is his parents must have wanted him to enjoy the flight so they loaded him up with cans of cokes and plenty of sweets and sugary edible-ities, so much so neither of us managed a wink of sleep. As such I found myself staring longingly out my little peephole into the clouds and the sky outside, and the lush green forest down below. Suddenly, at 31000 feet, somewhere over the South China Sea, I was mauled by a mighty revelation, that I need to go skydiving sometime in the very near future. It had nothing to do with the child behind me.

My pre-booked meal, which turned out to be fried rice, even though I ordered Nasi Lemak, smelled like feet for the most part, partly because that is when the sleepy chap sitting next to me decided his journey would not be perfect if his shoes and socks remained on his feet. I didn’t see him eat anything on the plane but he did seem to be burping an awful lot.

At some point I must have probably passed out from the pain shooting up my back, or the cramping of both my feet, but before I knew it the plane was descending towards a pitch black horizon and the Captain, one Paul Young, announced that we made good time and would be landing shortly, 20 minutes ahead of schedule. I nearly began clapping.

Oh and the little sweet-thing that sat behind me? I saw him sleeping soundly on his fathers shoulder as they collected their baggage.