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UEA Archery
Wednesday, February 24th, 2010 by KiyuUEA Archery
Thursday, November 19th, 2009 by Kiyu
Proud member. I love the colour, the fit and my white embroidered name on right breast. Notice my matching green nails! (You remember my favourite colour is grrrrreeeeeeeen, right?)
Brits are crazy, yeh?
Sunday, October 4th, 2009 by KiyuWe’re waiting. Time is ticking, heads pop up for as far as I can see, and no-one seems bothered by the fact that you actually can’t see the end to the queue.
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.
Tough stuff, my lovelies!
Wednesday, September 30th, 2009 by KiyuSo I’ve properly started my course, and let me just tell you; it’s tough. I’m not just saying it, it is tough. Not just because I don’t recognize the scientific terms in English and therefore tend to stare at the lecturer with a blank face (I actually do), and it’s not just because we are deducted marks for every silly thing (though I guess it’s fair, this is England), and it’s not just because I need to finish my course in only four years, which academic school years are way shorter than Norwegian ones. No, it’s because I have 6 modules (emner) this term while my friends and flat mates have 3. Now THAT is freaky. Having 6 modules also means my workload piles up, and I have to do several assignments in one night. Which again means I don’t really have much time for anything else, especially when my days are 9-17.
I’m slightly freaked out, one; because I obviously lack the vocabulary to understand and participate verbally
Two; because of the above, I (will) fall behind
Three; I won’t have the time to breathe
Oh, Facebook and Twitter are quite useful if you want to know all the random and silly things during my life here.
Not as clear, but much more soothing
Monday, September 21st, 2009 by KiyuDistant laughter, barely registering at the back of my head. I tilt my head up and try to catch a glimpse of the almost non-existing stars. I proceed home in silence, but it’s a good silence.
It’s 23:00, I just left the union bar early and headed back home walking very slowly. I wanted to watch the stars, because I used to do that when I walked home from the Spennings’ back in Porsgrunn. I also used to be on the phone with Tri and singing while walking as well, not quite as lonely. But it’s alright, I don’t mind walking in the dark by myself looking at the stars here. They have some really gorgeous trees, and it’s lit up everywhere. The area just outside Constable Terrace is especially beautiful. I love walking there. Wish I could just wander around there forever and ever and not look silly. I normally hate being alone, but it’s not too bad when I’m walking during the night. There’s a beauty in my walks at night here, it’s quiet, it’s soothing, no noisy cars whatsoever to ruin my stargazing, and it’s my only opportunity to hum a song or two without feeling embarrassed. All I need now is someone to show this world to. I actually haven’t told anyone yet that I sometimes go out for a walk in the dark to watch the stars. Must sound really mad to them. Jeremi found me on the walkway though, I hope he wasn’t too freaked out.
My day in short:
I told a Brit for the very first time my preference to gentlemen with a posh, British accent. Lydia, the girl I was talking to, couldn’t agree more. That must sound really weird as well, if I were to blurt out; “Hey, guys! I could easily fall for anyone decent-looking with a nice, posh accent!”
My lectures started today, and I have a crazy timetable. I’ve also got a dress code for my course (WHAT?!), and everything is basically more strict here than back in Norway. I’ll update you more on that later.
I love people’s expressions when they realize I’m from Norway. “REALLY?” *pops eyes* And then all the questions come. I don’t mind, I love talking :)
And Lloyd is crazy about Norway. I don’t get him, but then he doesn’t get why I’m crazy with Britain either.
Need coffeeine?
Sunday, September 20th, 2009 by KiyuIt’s Sunday morning, not much later than 7:30, and I woke up on my own accord. Amazing. Especially since I was out dancing last night. I should have slept in, right?
I actually had a good time last night. I had no idea I could (or would) dance, I’m not used to having four drinks in one night (usually, I just get one, two or none at all. I reckon I will get drunk very fast with my tiny body), and I’m definitely not used to random guys touching and kissing me and then wanting me to come home with them. Eww. Well, Chris, my brit house mate who lives across the door of my room, has promised to look after me (and remind me of embarrassing things, that bastard) for the rest of the events here. So don’t worry your sweet heads my dears, I’ll be perfectly fine.
Two fast facts I’ve taken notice to lately;
We love our neighbour houses, we’re 8-9 people in each house here at Constable Terrace. I’m going to have a horrible time trying to recognize and remember all the names of the three-four houses. That devilishly handsome guy I twittered about, he’s from Australia (so many Australian people here!), and wasn’t as gentleman as I thought he’d be. Never judge a book by its cover, eh. Well, no matter, there’s another cute guy in the neighbour house!
I’m so happy I actually get up this early in the mornings on my own accord (I’ve seriously gotten up at around 8 every day since I arrived), it means I’ll have the time to blog and update you guys. Goodness knows I don’t have the time during the day!
I have a coffee date with Josh from the US, another house mate on the floor below me, in about one hour (it’s already 9:52!), so I have to go downstairs to the kitchen and fetch some breakfast. I’m starving. And no, it’s not a date as in I’m dating. Just a coffee morning meeting thing we’re attending. Lala. See you some other morning!