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29th-Sep-2003 11:48 am
Reborn - Yamamoto CHIBITA
This happens. *indicates post below*

Friday, September 27, 2003

My next-door neighbor expressed incredulity when I couldn’t tell he wakes up drunk in the mornings. Today he woke up with shaking hands. I’ve heard about what it’s like when you get drunk in seven successive days – on the first, you’re laughing at everything, and in the middle, everything’s great, but on the seventh, you’re outside the box. It’s like everyone’s talking to each other, but you’re away from it all, looking in.

In other news, Barcadi doesn’t taste that great, and I think I’ve left a shot glass three-quarters full on someone’s bedside table alongside a tube of Aquafresh. The way you mix it, I hear, is one part Barcadi to five parts Coke. I had it without the Coke, and it was bitter. (I’ll never be a drinker. I’m still all for water.) You can still buy tobacco in loose leaf, so you have to roll it before you smoke it. Strangely, it doesn’t smell as bad as ordinary cigarettes do. Sometimes I wonder if the drink is to take the awkward out of the awkward silences, as someone mentioned. A good hangover cure, evidently, is a shot of gin, which you would think would make you more hung-over, but doesn’t, actually.

This was written at 1.45am, fresh in from the corridor outside my room that now smells of tobacco. One of us was running his finger through a lighter, and he was saying it didn’t hurt. Then again he was sitting on the windowsill. It’s one of those occasions when a furious, “Hey, you!” shouted on the street below makes you look up, the shadow of guilt in your eyes edged with annoyance.

Earlier in the evening we – another set - were out at 10.30pm to pick up a friend from Euston Station because she’d called – it was too dark to walk home safely. On the way back, there were two boys kissing outside the station. Never thought I’d see anything like it. Guess I was wrong. One of them had the I can’t believe I’m doing this in public, but this is so fun look on his face.

And then we watched the Making of Lord of the Rings that I have on my computer, and ate chocolates. And listened to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack and looked at the pictures you’ve seen. Was in friend’s room because her Internet is slightly more sane and mine isn’t, at all. But mine still disliked me, because it was exceedingly slow – and this after installing the XP patch. Couldn’t get on to MSN or ICQ, and managed to look at my LJ – one page after a ten-minute wait, that is.

Saw the London Eye (Massive, overpriced Ferris wheel at the Embankment) through the seventh-floor window! It took some effort – to us, it’s a slight thumbnail curve over a towering building in the way, but we saw it! The best way to describe what we can see of the London Eye is, “Three sparkling lights”. Attempt to See the Eye was marked by a great deal of “Where?” “There!” in grand I-Know-I’m-Looking-Right-At-It-But-Still-Can’t-See-It fashion.

OH. Miffy – the bunny with the X for a mouth? – is not Japanese, as I’ve always assumed. Said bunny’s creator was from the Netherlands. And over there – Miffy is Nigel. Though it’s spelled Nj-Person-Who-Was-Telling-Me-Couldn’t-Remember over there.

I felt the way I did when I discovered Tweety Bird was actually a boy.

Have found two Legolas fans. Why are there so many Legolas Fanciers? One of them has a Harry Potter mug! With McGonagall, Dumbledore and SNAPE! I have a photo! ^_^ Only of the Snape side, of course. XD

Both Fanciers do not understand why I like Elrond. Neither understand why I like Snape, either. Declared that Snape was sexy at past 10pm on Euston Road. Was declared to be weird and in possession of strange taste. XD Everyone tells me that ^______^ Though one Fancier understood why Jeremy Irons. ; )

And then I came downstairs because it was past midnight, and a 1 am nightcap invite became the first paragraph you read.

So that was my first Friday night out in London, all told.

One Week

Saturday, September 28, 2003

Tonight marks the first week I’ve been in this Hall. And as I did on that first night – I didn’t sleep. It’s 12.08am now – which makes it morning. ^_^

Have discovered that everyone is awake at night.

Today the Law Faculty went to France on a drinking trip which I learnt about beforehand and thankfully missed out on. They don’t say it’s a drinking trip, but that is what it is. You get up at 7am to go to France, visit a hypermarket, and drink yourself silly till you get back at midnight. Met a girl named Indiana in the washroom. Before that, I was invited to take a look at what a fellow Law faculty mate on this floor had brought home from France. I was expecting alcohol, but what met my eyes was a huge supermarket trolley, taking up about a third of the room’s floor space, and a “Caution: Wet Floor” cone. The Spoils of France. And apparently this wasn’t the only supermarket trolley they brought back. Two other trolleys are with the other Hall down the road. “How did you bring this up the bus?” asked an incredulous I, for they were all on a chartered bus. “The bus drivers were really nice!” I was told. “They helped us cart them up!”

Met up with risax today. It was almost indescribably good to see her. We walked from Tottenham Court Road to Leicester Square, and then on to Regent Street. We had a massive squee attack in (anyasy, homura, c_dreamcatcher, and SW - I know risax does not squee, but this is the closest I can get) when we checked out the shops. You will be pleased to learn that Asia is not alone in possessing Ghastly Bubble Tea flavors. We found not only a shop that sold bubble tea, but a shop that sold Papaya and Milk-Flavoured Bubble Tea. Papaya.. And you can find unbelievable things in Chinatown. We found shops selling durians. risax said she’d never been happier to see a durian. We found a shop selling you tiao - fried dough sticks - and soya bean curd. We found White Rabbit sweets. We found Yeo’s drinks and sauces. We found ondeh-ondeh. We found wonton skins. And chye sim. And bok choy. And the strange thing is that it does comfort you. We found dumplings. Wrapped in pandan leaves. We found Louis Cha wuxia comics. And in a provision store we ran into a man from Singapore, who told us how he came from there in 1969. And we heard Paya Lebar, Ang Mo Kio and Jurong from someone we didn’t know. We were made to share a table at the Chinese restaurant we had lunch at, to discover that our table-mates were Singaporeans, one of whom was from our junior college, and one was going to risax’s university.

Came back to the hall and inflicted Moulin Rouge on three people. One of whom was cuddling my Nemo as we watched the show. She’s Romanian, and tonight we talked about Christmas in America and visiting Auschwitz (which is in Poland) in the same half-hour. The other was a Legolas Fancier, who agrees with me that Ewan is at his most gorgeous in Moulin Rouge. The third was the Italian postgraduate student who told me that the alley behind our hall sold crack, insists he attended university with the Beatles, went clubbing with Stalin (who was the friend of a friend), and that the Pope was managing the Milanese company he worked at. I am not making this up, but I surmise he is. Now we suspect whether his name really is what he told us it was.

Ran into a guy on my floor, who, when told that I was studying Law, informed me that I wouldn’t be a good lawyer. When I asked him why, he asked me if I was cold and cruel. *wry smile* Next-door neighbor with the tobacco emerged from his room, and said, “She’s so nice!” Next-door-neighbor’s friend also emerged, and said, “Spend ten minutes with her, and you’ll know.”

My Internet.

Oh yes, the Internet, and Why I Still Am Not On. First it was a problem with the software – XP, apparently, does not agree with our ISP. So I went down to the Helpdesk and procured the last English-language copy of the Installation Pack. Then the connecting cable became wedged in the wall socket. I unscrewed the socket with a hairpin, to discover that the wiring was hopelessly mangled, and that I’d need an electrician to get it fixed. Reported it, and was told, “See Office” on a Friday afternoon. On enquiry, I discovered that the office would only be open again on Monday, despite the fact that the Bursar of this Hall lives in this very building. A chance conversation last night with a girl whose telephone socket was similarly ruined enlightened me to the fact that I needed to call the telephone company personally to get them to fix the line. Which the Hall had neglected to tell me. I did so, and was told that they would take down my details, refer the problem to the electricians, who would then call me to schedule an appointment time before coming down. I have serious doubts if they will be able to get me at all, as I’m out in the University. I also have serious doubts if they will materialize at all, since the girl with the telephone problem has been ignored for three days. Am seriously beginning to consider kidnapping an electrician and dragging him back to my Hall, but am told that electricians would not want to handle another company’s issues. At this rate I will be extremely lucky if I regain Internet access in a month. I will still have LJ, through my university’s computers, but that is about the end of it. Still, the Saga Continues! Reconnecting will be met with violent squee-age, and my never logging off. Ever.

My father tells me this is a good way of treating my Internet addiction.

< angst > He doesn’t understand me. < / angst >


Sunday Morning

Sunday, September 28, 2003

We have brunch on weekends, which simply means that breakfast is served at 11.30am. Did my laundry for the first time today. Was told that “because this is Britain”, the laundry machines have two slots for coins of different sizes. Unfortunately, discovered this only after I’d fed the machine more money than it needed. One cycle of drying doesn’t get clothes dry, either. Did not think of putting it through another cycle until a friend suggested it, at which I was *thwaps self*. Also, only discovered how to operate the four different dryers, which are placed two atop two, by spinning someone else’s laundry a second time. He paid me, though. *meeps*

Went down to Camden Town with a hall-mate, today. Spent a great deal of time at Woolworths, which was a good thing, as it rained when we were not in. Saw Frodo and Gollum socks. Will evilly get them for homura and c_dreamcatcher. Camden has gorgeous gothic dresses. Think Galadriel. It has basques and corsets that make you think Moulin Rouge. The Camden Market and Camden Lock areas had police patrols, and there was a distinct sense of Something Dodgy This Way Comes, and a very real The Weird Starts Here divide. You see people with orange fur coats, pink dreadlocks, and more piercings than I ever thought was possible on a single human face.

Camden Town. There are mushrooms there for hobbits, but only of the hippie variety. Yep, they’re Magic Mushrooms. Advertised as such. Psilocybin and recreational drugs. We saw lurid green cannabis lollies. And people actually eating them. As well as flavored tobacco wrappers.

Saw a mug that said, “I do what I shouldn’t” at a gift shop. *sneakiness* Also a mug which my hall-mate advised I get for my corridor-mates, which said “F___ this F____ that”. Which I must admit is appropriate.

On the way back, we ran into a lovely man and his grandson Patrick, who was half-Chinese, but 100% cute. “200%!” said the grandfather, after I voiced my 100% opinion. I had to agree. The kid was adorable. He sung the Barney song to us. *glances at ranchelle - Prophetic, you are.* Grandfather insisted I have a bit of English in me, despite hall-mate’s protestations to my parentage. It’s the scarlet in my face, he says.

We walked from 3pm to 6pm, and strangely, didn’t feel the distance. And you do get warm when you walk. Came back in time for dinner. I remember last night’s dinner, where Stalin’s Clubbing Friend insisted that the meatballs were made from Man’s Best Friend. Did not eat them. Yay.

So many people are breaking up in my hall. Down our corridor this week, being the first week of university, there are two break-ups. One happened to a guy who lived down the hall from me. He said he’d changed so much in the week he’d been at university.

Ended up in a room with a television, watching the end of American Pie. Was offered a glass (think the kind you use to brush your teeth with) full of red wine. The trick, as the Fool said, is to take sips. I think I drank 2% of the glass’ contents. Then there was Boudica, after that. I’m all for modernizing classics to make them understandable, but I think there are more refined ways for Nero to tell his commanding general that his theories are “a piece of s__t”.

The oldest students I’ve met here are in the forties, but a guy down the hall is taking War Studies at King’s, and he tells me that there is a man in his class who actually fought in the Second World War. In his year, the oldest students are in their eighties. Amazing. That’s one reason Britain is lovely. That is so cool.

Down my corridor lives a Ronald Reagan and Star Wars fan. Who also likes Hitchcock. Cool.

My hall-mates have known me for one week and they’re already telling me to stop worrying. (It must be obvious.)

The Worst Moments of Being Here – The youngest sibling calls it the “sense of things not being right”. risax is right, though. She says what gets her through is thinking of our immigrant forefathers, who came to what we now call home with absolutely nothing – without their families, without money, without a place to stay. She says, and she is right, that we have everything they never had. We don’t need to worry about food, or where to stay, or about having to find work. And back then, they didn’t even have the Internet, or telephones, and most of them couldn’t even read or write. I never thought of it that way, but it’s important to put things in perspective.

It does get tough without the Internet, though. I never thought I would miss my friends so much. Or my family.

Still, I have it now! *waves* Though only during weekdays, it would seem.

Have heard that the Internet cafe opposite my Hall has MSN. *determined expression* Will go.
29th-Sep-2003 04:23 am (UTC) - Wai! Long post!
I sort of figured you didn't have internet access during the weekend until you get back to school on Monday. *grin* And well, it's not my fault regarding Barney - it's Dae who suggested it. I merely 'voiced' it out XD

It sounds so very interesting over there! I couldn't stop reading until the end ^_^ Its like I'm hungry to hear your experiences since I might never have the chance to go there to study.

And BTW, not all lawyers have to be cruel and cold blooded or raring for a fight. There are a lot of lawyers who don't do court cases but settle documents for people regarding property etc. They don't get to fight. And there are lawyers who end up being lecturers, like my Film Law lecturer. She's a nice person. (when no one's pissing her off)

Good to hear you aren't getting drunk over there and brainwashing people with MR and finding LOTR friends! And what are you worrying about? *huggles* Oh, and I'm going to the zoo tomorrow. XD Haven't been there in like...years.
29th-Sep-2003 04:41 am (UTC) - Re: Wai! Long post!
Indeed a very long post! And uh.......

Tweety bird is a guy?........... O_O
30th-Sep-2003 05:11 am (UTC) - Re: Wai! Long post!
I'll write all about what happens over here! And I have discovered that I will go to all lengths to access the Internet. Have been seeking out all the Internet clusters in my school. If this goes on, I will find them all. ^_^

Strangely, my chief worry is the Internet - being unable to find it, and being unable to get through to you. ^_^

Lent my Extended Edition to next-door neighbor and friends last night. For once, it was fun to study with LOTR being blasted next door. Have discovered that Ringwraith music is the most pervasive.

*hugs you* Until we meet again!
29th-Sep-2003 06:30 am (UTC) - looong post! *much glee n delight* ^^
*hugs you* We miss you too, but hang in there! shall try waking up at odd hours to see if I can catch you on MSN ^^

Went to a birthday party recently and they made the birthday boy finish an almost-full bottle of Barcadi. Then they threw him into the deep end of the swimming pool.

2 boys kissing? Any chance of one being blond n the other being dark haired n with glasses? ^^
When they brought back the supermart trolleys, were the bus drivers drunk too?

You could tell your hostel-mate you're cold because the heater's not on, and cruel to evil fanged plot bunnies. (*twacks self* ARGH, when did I get so corny... I swear my senior's corniness is contagious.)

You know that Stalin's-Clubbing-Mate? Tell him your Professor is Lenin's reincarnation - at least I have a more plausible story.
30th-Sep-2003 05:15 am (UTC)
*hugs my Professor* I shall endeavor to be online! As have told ranchelle, my persistence in seeking out Internet access points must be seen to be believed. ^_^ It can be frustrating at times - I think the Internet is like a drug to me. Still, it will probably mean that you will never be able to pry me off the Internet once I come home. *laughter*

*giggles* Come to think of it, the kissing boys - One was sandy-haired, and the other had dark brown hair. If you use your imagination, you can get your favorite HP pairing. XD

I love plot bunnies! *hugs them*

Ooh, I'd love to see how corny you, of all people, can get. *laughter*

Yes, you and Lenin's Significant Date! *beams*

*laughter* Throwing the Barcadi-filled birthday boy into a pool! I say, there's debauchery going on right at home!
29th-Sep-2003 08:25 am (UTC)
Poor you! Yes, you must kidnap or scare someone into fix your phoneline!

I remember visiting Camden Town and seeing all the smoking aids!! Yes, many a good bargain there if you can push past all the people on the weekends!
30th-Sep-2003 05:17 am (UTC)
Eheh, it turns out it doesn't work. The head of the hall says that it will "invalidate their insurance" if someone else comes to fix it. Have no idea what their insurance is for, though. It does not seem to be working. *wry smile*

Smoking aids! You're making me feel very nervous about following that link through. *amusement*
29th-Sep-2003 07:28 pm (UTC)

anyway, Camden Town sounds cool...*swoons over all the gothic dresses* I wanna be there with an access to a credit card that's not mine
30th-Sep-2003 05:18 am (UTC)
You? Get nightmares?

Heh, now we know that is the fluff that gives you trauma. ^____^

It is cool! And I wish you were here too! And yes, a credit card like that would come in very useful.
30th-Sep-2003 08:18 am (UTC) - a long post to your long post.
whoa. for a moment i was typing and nothing appeared on my screen!

*spanks keyboard*


seems like you found alot of international friends who seem funky and stuff. hrmm. don't drink so much alcohol and don't ever pick up smoking k? *hugs* okay gee i sound like your mom or something but yeah these are terrible things. just stay the same.

guess it must have felt gd to see familiar singaporean things around town...isn't it cool? globalisation and all. i saw happy cup in australia too. was very surprised. *grins* and when i thought 'happy cup' i thought of how they kept using the bubble tea shops as examples to illustrate a monopolistically competitive market haha...

am addicted to the internet too. and so are all of us here i suppose. *laughs* blogger/LJ is a great invention.

wow. 2 guys kissing in public? you'll never see that in singapore, never! hrmm. well. slash. haha. *pokes you* you finally get to see it irl after hearing so mucho about slash. and reading it.

FRODO SOCKS!!! *hugs you* wooohoo! =) thanks hon!

well. i miss you alot too. plus alot of my other friends. shure, i may be in singapore (not staying in a hostel even!) but i think i don't see my friends enough. which gets me abit sad and lonely at times.

i can't wait for YOU to come back. *hug*

1st-Oct-2003 02:35 am (UTC)
Long posts are good! *hugs you* It's great to hear from you! ^_^

I can't wait to come back, either! *hugs*

*amusement* My hall-mates are extremely interesting. But there are lots of Other Things, as well - like the smell of cigarettes in the hallways, and loud music at night. ^_^

*hugs you* I completely identify with you. Not seeing my friends gets me down, too. *comforts*

You spanking the keyboard gives me bad ideas, but I shall not think of them. *giggles*

Yeah - I don't think I'll ever change on the alcohol front. I still think it's bitter, and I still dislike the scent of cigarettes.

Can't wait to see all of you again! And today is the first of October! Just a little over two months now til I come home!
30th-Sep-2003 05:35 pm (UTC)
*hugs you* i miss you a lot too! Sometimes i'll see or hear something, and think, "heh, i know Chris would find this interesting/funny/squee-worthy/all or the above..." and i'd reach for my phone to message you, then half way remember that you're in London now. And the night before tests, while up studying, i'll think about those 3am-mugging-&-smsing marathons we used to have before the CAs last year. i suppose i could still sms you for the time being, but your bill for this month is probably high enough already ;P

Your hall mates sound like a really interesting bunch :D *giggles at the smuggled shopping trolleys affair* Very interesting souveniers XD Oh, and it really doesn't hurt if you move your finger through a flame, as long as you don't touch the blue portion of it. ^_^ Why, i'm not sure. But do it quickly, as skin starts burning after about seconds, or so i've heard.

Durians and ondeh-ondeh in London? Cool! Though i'd imagine that the durians would be pretty expensive, since over there it'd be considered an exotic fruit. And i suppose that sometimes it's the little, mundane things, which one wouldn't even give a second thought to under normal circumstances, that suddenly mean so much when you're removed from all that familiarity... *hugs you* When you come back in Dec, we'll stuff you with local food, fruits and veggies until you're sick of them XD And ba kwah! XDD

“Spend ten minutes with her, and you’ll know.”

*hides* Gomen ne, i had Bad Thoughts on reading it >_<;; Bad aingeal...

Class starting soon, so have to go ;_; *huggles* Take care, and may the Evil Electric Company get back to you soon!
30th-Sep-2003 09:29 pm (UTC)
Isilme... you gave me Bad Bad ideas too.

Oh yes, I've nearly forgotten about SMS *twacks self* Is it still the same number?
1st-Oct-2003 04:51 am (UTC)
Thank you for mentionning that Tweety Bird is a guy. You have settled a bet from this weekend between myself and my mother.
1st-Oct-2003 08:11 am (UTC)
Did you win the bet? XD
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