1 Last day of 2008

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Last day of 2008

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Last day of 2008. Reflection of what I had done this year.

• Choreograph a dance for Warwick Malaysia Night whilst participating in another (performed by Team Fearless in 4 events)
• Hitchhiked to Morocco. It was an amazing experience involving many laugh, sweat, frustration, tears and courage.
• Pushed to be leader for our business planning project, which was a valuable experience for me to be able to make decisions in a professional environment.
• Elected to be on the exec board of Warwick Volunteers leading to an opportunity of a great weekend away, absolutely free!
• Crammed for first year final exam, managing an overall 1st.
• Visited Jenny in Sweden. The place is very pretty and it made me realise that perhaps UK is not the most expensive place on earth.
• Worked briefly at HLG S as an accounting assistant, sitting at the resigned manager's desk (Oooo). Did a research on Tower REIT but resigned one week later. Eeeek.
• Completed an 8 week internship in Ernst & Young, International Tax Services Department, working on transfer pricing reports.
• Wrote my first CV and covering letter for job applications.
• Started going to the gym.
• Applied to join AIESEC, an international platform for students to take leadership responsibilities and work abroad. Now one of the Global Partnerships Managers, I begin questioning my passion for and motives of joining AIESEC.
• Fell ill 5 times in the 10 weeks of term 1. Thankfully with better nutrition and with the aid of vitamin tablets, I am able to stay well till now.
• Got my first job at UK, a temp role at Clinton Cards. Annoyed at arrogant and rude 16 year olds, but gained till and customer service experience at a card shop, which is surprisingly interesting especially at Christmas times.
• Had my first Christmas experience at Daniel's home. It was lovely (and expensive for parents) and had a real feel of family life in Great Britain.

Looking back at the list, it feels like I have achieved more than I think I did. It's probably natural to set a new year's resolution after the reflection but, as more often than not, I don't stick to my plan, I shall just let my life flow freely and see where it leads me.

Till then, Happy New Year everyone!

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Name : HX
Sisters : prefer not to disclose
Brothers : prefer not to disclose
Shoe size : prefer not to disclose
Height : prefer not to disclose
Where do you live : facebook.com

Favorite drinks : bubble milk tea! yes, i even paid 2.50 pounds for one at manchester. havent found another stall selling that since

Favorite breakfast : nasi lemak

Have you ever been on a plane : No. I swam from Msia to UK

Swam in the ocean : Refer to the above

Fallen asleep in school : almost every Financial Reporting, Acc in Context and Global Environment class. its my new found skill

Fell off your chair : yeh, stupid school-time pranks

Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : many times! hmph

Saved e-mails : yeh, trying to organise my emails. still have 265 enread msgs!

What is your room like : big, empty and c~o~l~d! cant wait to move out

What's right beside you : an electric heater.

What is the last thing you ate : jammie dodgers

When did you cry last : yesterday

Q: Are you a friendly person: sometimes

Q: Do you have any pets : no. miss my house lizard

Q: Where is the person you have feelings for right now : no idea

Q: Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now? : oh yeh

Q: Do you sleep with the TV on? : when is the last time i watch TV?

Q: What are you doing right now? : trying to heat up my bum. oh, and cursing SKY! :P

Q: Have you ever crawled through a window? : why?!

Q: Can you handle the truth? : i have to

Q: Are you closer to your mother or father? : they r both about 6000miles away from me

Q: Who was the last person you cried in front of?: Dan

Q: How many people can you say you've really loved? : er

Q: Do you eat healthy? : having pot noodles

Q: Do you still have pictures of you & your ex?: on his profile

Q: Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you? : Yes.

Q: How often do you go to church?: twice in my life

Q: If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? : facebook

Q: Are you loud or quiet most of the time?:

Q: Are you confident?: not now

Q: Favorite Quote: you only live once (in one life form anyway, if you believe in reincarnation)

Q: Things I was doing 10 years ago: probably practising piano very unwillingly

Q: Things on my to-do list today..: apply to Merrill Lynch. apply to JPMorgan. write a list of internship deadlines. write to uncle. call home. find a job. START DOING MY ESSAY. revision notes. groceries. LAUNDRY

Q: 5 snacks I enjoy.. every kind of chocolate. ice cream. crisps. apple crumble. curry puffs

Q: 5 things I would do if I were a billionaire.. stop applying for jobs. start up my own business. see the world

Q: 5 of my bad habits.. turning on the radiator secretly when its cold.

Q: 5 places I have lived in : Msia. UK. hopefully one day, the states and china.

Q: 5 jobs I've had : paper tearer. paper collector. applying to be a paper shuffler.

Q: 5 people I tag : whoever read this, you're tagged

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Coming to Warwick University has made me a lot more patriotic than I would ever have imagined. The way the world look at us, the way the people here use the word, developed and developing so loosely, the way people are so proud of their country, all these made me feel the urge to 'protect' my country, my roots, my home, despite all the critics I made before this. Weird.

I have recently been preoccupied with making internship applications, societies commitments and catching up with my work. Why do they post so many weird questions in those application forms? Argh... spent 7 weeks completing 2. Statistics is against me getting an internship. Seems like I will end up in Malaysia this summer, but anyhow, I will keep trying.

Good luck Daniel :) you've done well

3 MAXIS Conference 2008

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MAXIS Conference 2008

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No, it isn't Maxis 017/012. It is a Mega Conference organised by AIESEC UK to give an introduction about what AIESEC is and to allow the delegates to have a self development opportunity. It is a 4 day national conference involving 300 AIESECers from universities across UK, held at Port Tablot in Wales.

The conference was full of fun packed activities. The days were filled with enriching talks and personal development activities whereas the nights were party-till-the-morning times. So yeh, you guessed it. Sleep deprivation and depreciating health were our companion through the conference (many thanks to the very unhealthy food served as well).

As the days gone by, you notice that the enthusiasm of the delegates lifted, people began to widen their network of friends and the delegates began to all love AIESEC. Being a very analytical person as I am, being a person who simply refuses to trust or believe in something/one easily, unfortunately, I began to form a wall between me, and AIESEC. It isn't because AIESEC is bad, it is a non-profit organisation providing its members a constructive environment to develop and learn. I hate to admit it, but it isn't for me. First of all, the people who belongs to AIESEC, they are foolishly arrogant. AIESECers are encouraged to dream big, and have the confidence to achieve what they dream. They want to believe that they can change the world, and using the chants and dance to motivate the members, it makes them feel powerful, strong yet to me, foolish. The whole conference is a brainwashing camp. To brainwash the people to believe that they can, and even more so, believe in AIESEC. At some point during the conference, i started to think, what the fuck i am doing here. Perhaps Clement was right, it is the intention of the brainwashing that matters. It could be a similar motivating its member's technique, but AIESEC is opportunity creating organisation, and the people who ultimately benefits from AIESEC are its members.

Enough of that, I left the conference with a heavy mind. There's so much I want to reflect on, and throughout the conference, I have learnt a lot more about myself.

FACT 1: I have a pleasant personality
FACT 2: I am very competitive
FACT 3: I lack confidence

Reflective piece:

• Is confidence important for success?

• Can an introvert ever become a leader?

• Is it good to dream big, to dream the impossible, or should there be a reality check?

--Should I still do the things I dreamt of doing, eventhough my personality/ capability is not matched?

1 Doomed to Adulthood

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Doomed to Adulthood

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Stepping into the office, my mood went from being annoyed that I had to wake up at 5:30 am, to apprehensive about not knowing what to expect later on that day. It was still too early for anyone in their right mind to arrive at work. I approached the security guard and asked the obvious, “Menara Millenium?” Giving me a quick look, they handed me a visitor’s pass and said, “Reception belum buka lagi, tunggu sinilah”. Not wanting to be in a position where I had to make awkward conversations with the security guards, I went to the toilet instead.

It was my (sadly) second internship for this month. When I got the acceptance letter from EY (one day too late), I handed in the resignation letter in HLG S. It might be a wrong move, I might learn much more there, have better lunch and most importantly, NOT WAKE UP AT 5:30am everyday, but well… it’s EY.

EY was… depressing. As I enter the tax department on level 21, I couldn’t help but wonder, how am I going to survive for 8 weeks here? Oh, and forget working here fulltime. Have you seen a production line in factories? EY is somewhat like that. Rows after rows of cubicles rammed against one another, each enclosing a lifeless looking soul. I was lucky to be seated right at the corner, next to the window. At least I, like all those facing the windows, can see our route of escape, 21 floors down if desperation arises.

One week into my vacation trainee life in EY, I began to get used to dragging myself out of bed and into my workstation. Much to my dismay, the typical Monday blues, Friday’s relief that the week’s over, and the over-excitement about one miserable public holiday got to the better of me. As much as I didn’t want to, I have to admit that this might (WILL) be my life for the next thirty years, FORTY if I am unlucky. Climbing up the corporate ladder has never been my goal, nor is it something I can imagine myself doing with a smile plastered on my face. Struggling to figure out something that I wouldn’t mind doing and yet get paid, I couldn’t help but wonder, how many people actually (forget like) are content with their job?

No, stop. Stop. Thank God it’s Friday and I would better enjoy it before it’s gone away too quickly, again.

3 Oil price hike faster than me progressing in my career

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Oil price hike faster than me progressing in my career

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I am home!

It has been awhile since I am away from home, and while most of the things remain very familiar to me, some seems to differ slightly from what I imagine seeing them now. For example, probably its because I have been looking at generally taller people around me, I kind of felt as if I am taller than before I went to england right now. When I measured myself against a crappy measuring tape, it told me that I am an inch taller then I was, but still, i felt as if I had grown a whole lot more.

Another thing that comes to my attention is that it seems as if all the people I know having a break from studying abroad are all DESPERATELY searching for an internship. I guess influenced by the students in UK or US, we realise the importance of going for an internship rather than having a holiday work. It is really rather shocking when I heard that almost none of my friends in malaysia are intending to go for one.

Also, CIMB is NOT CIMB Bank, the red bank you see everywhere offering banking services to the rakyat, it is an investment bank, to be exact, the 'best investment bank in malaysia' (Finance Asia 08). I went for an interview today but unfortunately, they digged out my parents' occupation and now I think I do not have much of a chance going there for an internship because there's a conflict of interest. BOo. Why should I be discriminated for my parents' occupation?!! Anyway, they haven't give me an answer so I really hope despite the LITTLE problem there I will still be able to join CIMB. Ignore also the fact that they only pay me 700 ringgit per month.

Malaysia is such a sad country. What is the point of free speech when, raising an unfavourable but true point is considered wrong or when the politicians are being told they are not doing a good job, the PUBLIC is wrong to point it out? If they only want to hear good things about them, and telling off (or rather, threatening) the people from voicing out their dissaticfactions, when will our country improve? Former PM accusing current PM for not being able to manage the country, V-PM has a court case against him deciding the possibility of him being involved in a murder case, and the PM's nephew who is reported having his eye on the PM seat is also being scrutinised for his involvement in bribery. What is happening to our leaders?

Sometimes I feel, it will probably be better for me to stay in Msia after I graduate and work here, but i might feel so frustrated with all these politicians who- in their attempts to step over each other to gain control, affecting the rakyat's life in the process- that I would rather work in some foreign country. You can see that I am no big fan of favouritism, or rather, 'Bumi's special rights' (which now includes helping the Indians, excuse me, shouldnt it be helping the poor regardless of race, rather than, you chinese, you no need help!); I am also no big fan of the current Msian's least favourite figure: 2.70. Tell me Msia is an oil producing country, I wouldnt believe you.

3 Pressure

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Pressure

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Interestingly, 'Pressure' is one or Warwick Student Union's night.

However, the pressure i mean here is the one you face when your palms become sweaty, heartrate plummets, and feel like causing great damage to everything around you, by force.

When I start studying, some already finish the whole year's syllabus, some keep partying and wont start until the very last minute because, JUST because they can. When I am thinking of applying for internship, some already come back from it telling everyone how great the experience was. When I want (NEED) to learn more about the market and its operations, some have been managing their own portfolio for years and have been secretly earning loads. When I got 85 for business law, others got 100 for that module.

I am no where near the top in my school or anything anymore. I may not be the worse, but I sure feel so recently. I will never get to the same level with some of the students here in Warwick, heck, the gap is so obvious one doesnt have to be an expert in HR to recognise it. Will someone please give me a bigger (and better of course) brain? I want to work harder. Ok, spending 400,000 ringgit on this degree, I NEED to work harder.

Will I ever going to keep up with this?

4 Warwick Volunteer Exec Training

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Warwick Volunteer Exec Training

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It's quite a story how I managed to get the exec position in Warwick Volunteer, but i am not complaining! I am now Fundraising and Development Officer / Project Leader in Warwick Volunteer, which is like one of, if not the only society with staff working full time in it. And it is huge too, with appoximately 2000 members. (hidung tinggi now)

Anyway, was surprised to get the position given my crappy manifesto, and even more surprised when we were offered to go on exec training at Peak Districk in Derbyshire. To be honest I was a bit put off by the fact that I did not know anyone beforehand, but now that I am back home from the training, i am glad that i did go. Afterall, to frame it more precisely, it was a 'awesome holiday at a wonderful place, with EVERYTHING paid for!'

Sladen Lodge was completely ours for the weekend. The kitchen was stacked full of food and snacks that I just need to grab and open to eat, the scene was wonderful, the activities was well planned and organised, we even had a massive trampoline to jump off the calories we accumulated with all the food! At one point we even begin to wonder what do they expect out of us in return. By the end of the course, we finally saw the massive amount of work we were expected to do in the coming year, and if you remember what my post title is, yes, I am supposed to find funds for next year's activity, including the next exec's 'holiday away'!

Anyway, have been reading a few blogs recently, seeing how many long-term relationships are breaking apart, i begin to think when will some of us 'settle down for good', or will any of us decide to go 'against the flow' and remain bujang. 'Oh dear', such an interesting thought!

5 Random thoughts

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Random thoughts

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Why is everyone studying Medicine/ Dentistry? And why does everyone think i am also studying that?

I met a few ex primary/ secondary schoolmate online recently. Havent't really talk for a very long time. All of them gave me a very surprised look ( ok, i cant really see their facial expression, but that's how i think they look when they put ??!!!! in their msg) when i said, no i am not studying Medicine/ Dentistry /anything alike, I am doing accounting ad finance. Some expressed disappointment that I pick such a uncool subject even.

Somehow, together with a few things that happened recently, I start to wonder whether I will regret my choices one day in the future.

The world is changing too fast, everything is moving forward, the best option today might as well very well be the worse tomorrow. I have been trying to change, to keep up, or merely, to change to suit my surroundings, still, there are differences I cant ignore, things that I want to preserve but have to give up if I want to make things work.

I hate choices.
I hate changes.

Can tears blur the distance between us? I have been walking the distance, walking OUT from my confort zone, why is there still an ocean in between? Or is it an ocean of tears from trying too hard?

* This is just a random post I put up when i m too bored of doing my integrative project. Not to be taken seriously*

0 Mum's visit

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Mum's visit

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No it's not 'auntie's visit' or anything along the line, my mum actually visited me in UK, with my dad and gran.

It was kind of a surprise to me since they have been talking about coming to the UK for the last TWENTY years and I would have thought it's another 'sudden urge' which wil dissicipate as soon as it surfaced. But no, the next thing I know, I spent the next 2 weeks picking up their calls from Malaysia to answer questions like, 'what's the weather like in the next 2 weeks (even BBC only gives weather forecast for the next 5 days -MAX-), which are good hotels in Paris (imagine being asked that question about Kuching, or Kota Kinabalu, or Segamat, or just anywhere you have never been before)

No matter how much i grumble, I still can't describe fully how excited I was when I realised they were already on the plane here. For a week before they arrive, I was up on quiet area in the library among all other over-eager-to-do-well-in-exams / doing-last-minute-cramming students trying to do some revision so i have a valid reason to take a break and go to sheffield (my mum brother's place). Oh, and have you ever realised how quiet and SCArieeeee library is at night? Walking in between the rows of books with most lights off feels like I am lead acting in some horror movies.

Anyway, their visit was great, not just because I can have good food and not having to cook and work on trying to make the chicken taste like chicken, but also because I can finally feel that my 2 seemingly unrelated worlds in Msia and UK connects, which is good cause one world have always seem to disappear whenever the other one emerge. =)

7 Hitchiking to Morocco!

By ~HeXin~

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Hitchiking to Morocco!

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Hi guys. I am back from Morocco! Luckily we came back earlier than planned so I 'only' have 12 days of event to blog.

It all started with Jimmy telling me about a 'guy who needs a partner for hitch' at the first Bruneian Social. I was merely being polite when I said, 'hmm, interesting!' Somehow I ended up registering for the hitch with Zhiyang, a 2nd year M'sian (FYI, he's not the guy Jimmy was talking about)

VISA, THE MAIN HEADACHE
Anyway, preparing for the hitch was much harder than i initially thought it would be. First we had to raise 300 quid EACH, or else we had to donate from our own acccount to LCD, 'so that no one treats this hitch as a free holiday'. -.-" Everyone doing the hitch went all out to raise the targetted amount of money. Selling Krispe Kremes, blackmailing their friends to donate... Jimmy and Zhiyang even auctioned themselves to run from University House to Rootes in bikinis at lunch hour for 60quid each! (They chickened out though, and are going to be singing chipmunks at the Piazza in boxes instead)


Visa was another problem for us. Apparently only Malaysians need a Visa to go to Morocco, even Singaporeans do not need one. (It somehow makes us wonder what shit the politicians are doing in our country) I won't elaborate too much but many groups applied 3 or 4 times (each time cost 50 pounds), bought ferry tickets, flights, and accommodation in Morocco just to get the Visa. Aaron finally called the Moroccan Embassy up and cleared the matter. It seemed that they MISREAD our documents and thought we are fundraising IN Morocco instead of FOR the Moroccan. $%^*!#$#

Frustrated, Zhiyang and I went to the Moroccan Embassy in London to sort out our Visa. Took us 2 days ('come back tomorrow, we only open at 9-10am for Visa application') and when we finally got it approved, -it was the most hideous looking Visa I'd seen in my life but i almost kissed it in tears-, we left immediately to Portsmouth to catch the 2300 ferry to LeHarve in France.

OUR JOURNEY BEGINS!
To our dismay, we discovered that we weren't the only group of hitchers there! One look across the ferry told us that there were practically more hitchers in our green hitch uniform than potential 'hitch-giver'. After one whole night of perturbing the people on the ferry, we got 2 ladies, (and 2 year-old Grace), to take us to Angouleme in France. Our first hitch was the best, despite the fact that Grace kept asking us to cut apples for her. Here's part of our conversation.

Lady: I need a knife to cut these apples *fumbling for a knife
Zyang: I have a pen knife
Lady: *Act slightly taken aback* AHA, that's a trick question! Get out of my car now!
Zyang: Oopsie
Grace: I want you cut my apple!
Zyang cuts apple into slices
Grace: It's too big!
Zyang cuts again
Grace: It's too big!
Lady: Grace, you are making fun of your new friend here aren't you?
Grace grins : It's too big!
We managed to take a short visit to her sister's house in the village where they are ending their journey before being taken by her sister to a nearby petrol station so we can continue our own journey. She was a nice lady too, for she helped us talk to the truck drivers at the petrol station as we speak no French nor Spanish and got us on a van that goes straight into Spain that night! One day and we got pass France!

I have to say that we learnt most of our Spanish in the van with Santos. He spoke a little English and we spent 8 hours in the car flipping through the back of our Spain guidebook with prints of some common Spanish words trying to string them together to form a conversation with him.

We arrived in Burgos at 2300.

HITCHHIKING- HARDER THAN WE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE
Our luck ran out the next day. We woke up to find ourselves at a very broad bend towards the motorway to Madrid, at the first day of EASTER BREAK, and almost no car in sight! After an hour of walking and waving, our 'AUTOSTOP CARIDAD' (hitchhike for charity) and 'Ir al sud' (Towards South) signboards saved us and we got picked up and put at a nearby petrol station, where we got our next hitch to Madrid.

Somewhere along the way

I cant describe the disappointment I felt when this guy decided to drop us off somewhere at the bottom of Madrid when we realise that he was going all the way to Morocco! Imagine getting all the way to Morocco in 4 hitches!! You must understand, I am sleeping in the car tonight and it's for my own safety. Awwww-ghhhh. To add to our misery, his estimation of 'bottom of Madrid' was slightly off. When we saw another hitch group at the same petrol station where we got dropped off, we knew we were stuck. Indeed, we spent the whole day begging everyone and still stood at the exact same spot at the end of the day, with friends/competitors beside us this time.

STRANDED IN SPAIN
We started looking for a place to stay after a guy promised us that he would take us to Malaga the next day at 8am. Maybe it's our haggard appearance, with card boards, backpacks and our limited Spanish, or maybe they are genuinely fully booked; we were shunned from every hostel, motel, hotel, pension we asked! We almost went into a church to ask for help (as suggested by one of the hotel receptionist) but went away after hearing people singing inside. Fortunately we met a family on the street and they helped us talk to one of the pension owners (pensions are small hostels where you have to call and ask for a room, we couldn't get one before this as we couldn't communicate beyond 'Ola' (hello)) and we successfully avoided sleeping at a bench outside the church, where we had previously decided that it was the safest place for homeless people like us around Pinto.

What happens when there's too much time to kill......


Our worst dreams can true the next day as we found ourselves still standing at the petrol station hours after the agreed time, frantically calling the guy's mobile for the millionth time while shivering in the cold, cursing the guy for 'flying aeroplane'. At 10, We started asking around for hitch again in turns, (one of us ask whilst the other go into the shop to regain some body heat) and only left the 'most horrible stacion gasoline on earth' at 3. After a few more short hops, we got on to a cool-couple-who-kept-trying-to-offer-us-weeds's car and got to Granada, at the bottom of Spain.Deciding that we had enough, we took a bus to Algeciras, stayed a night, and got on to the ferry into Morocco. That's when our 'holiday' begun.

Really cool couple who kept offering us weeds.


MOROCCO- 'BEAUTIFUL CITY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE'?
Stepping out of the ferry in Tanger, it felt as if I landed myself onto another planet altogether. The buildings are Alibaba-like, and I have yet to see another city whose altitude can differ so vastly in a short distance. Again, we walked up and down the steep alley, trying hard to ignore the stares from the locals, for hours before we got ourselves a room.

There are a few things that one can't help but observe when in Morocco. First, jobless bloke -even kids- looking for tourist to con are aplenty on the streets. Kids snatched my food away in Fes when I was eating, taxi drivers hiked up the price by 800%, random people told us 'What are you looking for? I just want to help' and asked payments for their help thereafter...

RISSANI- A TOWN WE WILL NEVER VISIT AGAIN, EVER
This situation was particularly the worst for us when we were at Rissani, the city that we had to pass if we were to go to Western Sahara. Literally EVERYONE we saw was trying to get us to part with our money. Lady begging on the floor, petite taxis, grand taxis, boys on bicycle's with a back seat, restaurant owners, and even, bus ticket seller. He tried to sell us a 90 Dirham (45 ringgit) ticket to Kenifra after telling us that the direct bus to Marrakech were sold out. Not taking up his advice (we learnt that it's best to use our instinct instead in Morocco), we bought the 55 Dirham ticket to Midelt. However after we came back from lunch to wait for the bus, he approached us offering us 2 refunded tickets to Marrakech at its original price, 140 DH, whilst refusing to refund our tickets. Desperate to get out of the terrible place, we grudgingly bought the tickets, declining his offer to 'sell our original tickets for us'. Then We went about selling them ourselves.

Somehow we managed to get to this 2 men who gave their 2 Marrakech tickets to the ticket seller to sell for them, as they decided to go somewhere else. After a short chat, we both realise that we were cheated as the ticket seller sold us the ticket at full price but told them he couldn't sell the tickets. He must have done this trick more than a million times as when he was confronted, he made up all sorts of stories, diverted out attention and ran out of sight. It didn't help our mood when a kid pointed us towards the direction of the ticket booth when asked, turned around and asked for 'payments'; nor when a man stood between us and the place where one put one's baggage at the bottom of the bus, demanded us to give our backpacks to him, turned around, threw them in and asked for 20 DH. To complete our mishaps, the bus broke down after 20 km towards Marrakech. Great.

HIGHLIGHTS OF MOROCCO
All was worthwhile though, as we get to see the beautiful desert, silent with more stars than I know existed twinkling in the sky. The sand was the best. It was so dry and powdery, it just falls off once you get up after rolling in the sand. The architectures are very different from what we have, most apparent in Fes and Tanger, with Medinas where market place lies. Marrakech was also a very interesting city. It was similar to Petaling Street, but much bigger. Avoid looking at the preparations of the food and you will definately enjoy them as well.

Hitchhiking to Morocco is an amazing experience to me. I am not sure whether I will do it again, (lazing around at the beach is still my definition of holiday) but I will definately recommend it to anyone thinking of doing something that they will not forget in their life.

Camel ride

Dancing in the (Day)Light

Beautiful Sahara

When Hitchers meet

Food!

Koutobia- Symbol of Marrakech

End of our journey

Daniel at Coventry Bus Station

Our journey- recorded

For more pictures, feel free to visit my facebook photo album :)

4 Hitchhike for Charity

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Hitchhike for Charity

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Hi guys... finally an update!

I will be hitch hiking from UK to Morocco (Africa) during easter! My plan is to hitchhike with Zhiyang, also from Warwick University in UK, to morocco while raising a targeted donations of 600 pounds for charity. All proceeds will go to the kids in Africa for a better education
(FYI, 10 quid can get them a desk, 20 quid can get a teacher trained for literacy...)

So please everyone, think of how lucky you are, trying to lose weight while the kids out there are struggling to fill their stomach. Just give up a bag of crisps (which makes you fat anyway) , a meal out, or a cinema date.

Give the kids a hope for a better future.

Help us to help them.

For more info and to make donations: http://www.justgiving.com/kidshope


Also, Spread the words around!!! We need all the support and publicity we can get!!

And remember, it's all for charity :)