Loading ...Brits know how to queue. And I really MEAN it. The first week there were two ridiculous queues for the Icebreaker Party and tickets for the Freshers week. RIDICULOUS I TELL YOU! The queues went for at least 300m! I repeat; 300 DAMNED METRES! And they were all neatly lined up! No chaotic mass whatsoever, no-one jumping into the queue midway, no shit whatsoever. I wish I had gotten a picture of one of the queues at least, the visual image of it would have blown your mind.
You know, I miss being rude. I miss being sarcastic, and I miss being brutally honest. Brits are so easily offended because they are all so naturally polite (I guess they would feel offended because I think they are easily offended), so I have had a hard time trying to suppress my natural instincts of being rude. I slipped up just a couple of hours ago though, for I slapped Joe’s legs to make him remove them. That was rude. He even said so (and Brits usually don’t say so aloud when they are offended). Oh well, at least I’ve got Derek to be as sarcastically rude to as much as I’d like to, he doesn’t mind. Because he is just as rude and sarcastic back.
Derek had me join him to a HK (Hong Kong) society (UEA has got different societies and sports clubs) thing, and it was fun, if only I could understand what they were actually saying in there. Funny how I had a bunch of Chinese people accompanying me back to my flat, and before I knew it, the whole HK soc (soc = society) committee was there as well! Never seen my flat that full and noisy before! I’ve actually joined Creative Writing soc and the Archery club as well. I LOVE ARCHERY. Now I just have to make some time for it all :D
Did I tell you about the dress code I have for my pharmacy course? No? Basically, I have to dress all business smart for my dispensary classes and placements. That sucks. I have to be in dull and depressing colours. I’m going to be depressed. I have to go into the city centre tomorrow to get some clothes. Goodness knows I didn’t bring any. Actually, I don’t own any. I’ve only got colourful stuff in my wardrobe. Which means expensive laundry.
And I guess PGGANG would like to know that I’ve made a Korean friend.