Witnessed my very first demonstration anywhere in the world, though it was a rather sedate event, with the participants marching in an orderly manner, marshalled and herded on their flanks like sheep by the security agents on duty. Still, it was a bigger event than the only serious demonstration I ever saw in Singapore, which was a newsclip on the television. That was a couple of years ago, when four courageous souls assembled outside the American embassy to voice their discontent at the American-led invasion of Iraq. They were duly arrested soon after.
Oxford's High Street at night, which is twice as wide as Cambridge's equivalent, and a million times livelier.
Yes, I'm a staunch supporter of traffic lights! If only they would stop falling over half the time...
There's a Hobbitonish feel to this picture, and whenever I look at it once more I imagine the barely visible depression on the left hand side to be Bilbo's front door, and Gandalf approaching it from behind.
No, this really is Oxford's Castle Mound, which, like Cambridge's, misses a Castle. However, there're still battlements and fortifications all around, which previously contained a prison but now houses a rather posh-looking hotel, unlike in Cambridge where the immediate surrounding area has long since been levelled.
Another reason why I like this picture is because I blend in effortlessly into the background. But that is only because the colour filter was switched on.
The University Church. English churches all over the country seem to have been built on one blueprint, with only the slightest architectural modifications here and there. I've only seen two (Cambridge and Oxford) to date, but those I saw in picture books look exactly the same as the two that I've seen thus far.
Oxford's elegant University Library, which goes by the similarly elegant name of Radcliffe Camera.
The Sheldonian Theatre, which was designed by Sir Christopher Wren, functions as the University Theatre, although its simple splendour is hardly as perfunctory as I've made it sound.
Three Special Tactics Team members taking a breather, from filming. They were kind enough to agree to a picture, and one of them quipped when I remarked that they looked incredibly lean and mean, nah, don't worry, we're really grinning from ear to ear, it's just that you can't see it.
St Paul's Cathedral, arguably Sir Christopher Wren's greatest piece of art, and arguably England's finest Cathedral.
Harrods! They told me shopping there was one of the must-do things if ever I went down to London. Nicholas, who was there before, said that one could buy an elephant from there - one only needs to ask how, and have enough cash to spare too.
No, I'm not a Chelsea supporter! I'm smiling because this is my first ever visit to an English football stadium. Pity it wasn't Old Trafford. And to think I walked the whole day to get to, of all the grounds in the world, Stamford Bridge.
The Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament by the Thames. Things you don't miss if and when you come down to London. More than once is a different story.
Trafalgar Square. That's Nelson Column to the left, and the National Gallery in the background. The former was put up to commemorate the heroics (and death in battle) of Admiral Horatio Nelson, the genius behind that great naval victory over the French at the Battle of Trafalgar two centuries ago. He famously signalled, before the battle commenced, England expects every man to do his duty, which I thought was inspirational. The latter is useful for free toilets, if one really needs them.
Westminster Abbey, where great English dead lie. You have to feel English to sufficiently appreciate the significance of this place. I do, the latter I mean, but I don't feel quite English enough.
Chee Hui, Nicholas and I in front of Pitt the Younger, who is depicted here in a Roman toga and who studied here at Pembroke College in Cambridge more than two centuries ago. He was a very capable man who became Prime Minister of his country at the age of twenty-four, at a difficult time when the British were facing the challenges posed by the rise of Revolutionary France from across the Channel. It is hard to imagine anybody becoming a leader of his or her country at that age these days. In three years' time, I shall only have graduated from NIE with my Teaching Diploma, which doesn't amount much to a premiership. 
We had the good fortune of seeing a wedding taking place in the Queen's College Chapel. Here the bride is attended by her Scottish relatives, attired smartly in their kilts. I've always wanted to wear a kilt, though I'm quite put off by the rumour that those Scotsmen who wear them wear nothing underneath.
The Mathematical Bridge straddling the River Cam, designed by the genius of no lesser a mathematician as Sir Isaac Newton. Legend has it that this bridge was originally built and could stand without the aid of any nuts or bolts, and that they dismantled it later on and couldn't put it back again. Today, it is thankfully held together by more than the laws of physics. Nobody would like to tiptoe hither and thither worrying constantly that a misplaced step might upset the mathematical balance so precariously established. 
By the River Cam. Those are punters you see on the left. Punting involves using a long stick to propel the craft forward by pushing it downwards and against the river bed. Jonathan, a college of mine at Seng Kang Secondary School and who studied previously at Oxford, said that I must definitely try punting since I'm at Cambridge. It looks fun.
Sporting that Harry Potter look with my gown on the day of my Matriculation Dinner. A terribly formal occasion, when we were sat on either side of a very long table, and when grace was said before and after dinner, in not so decipherable Latin.
The Wheel of St Catharine, which is the symbol on my college crest as well. St Catharine was a Christian martyr who was sentenced to be broken on the wheel. When the wheel broke before she did, they beheaded her instead. The wheel has since been adopted as a symbol in her memory.
