I wanted to get this in for today, I was a bit confused whether it was today last year or yesterday... anyway, I remember writing this in my private blog.
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I scurried off to The Great Hall at 6:00pm yesterday, worried that I was so darn late for the International Students' Reception. I panted my way through the very very chilly evening until I arrived at a huge gathering of people. I walked in lost and claustrophobic. It was the first time I felt warm at Lancaster without a heater in the vicinity.
I bumped into a couple of people, randomly exchanging smiles and quick hellos.
I bumped into an Indian, "Hi," I say deliberately, eyeing the empty glass of wine in her hand," Umm... Is this the international student reception?" She smiled at me, "Yea, I guess so..." We quickly introduced ourselves. Fiona is from Mumbai and is doing her MBA here. She's been in and out of UK, doing corresponding courses and jobs. 7 years of work experience! How about that! But her face defies her age. That's for sure. No sooner I met her flatmate, Jay, a Filipino-Singaporean doing his PhD in Sociology. He's quite a character! Very funny and easy to get along with. Or maybe it was just the wine I'd been sipping on. (Kidding Jay) Oh by the way, red wine tastes amazing! I finished half my glass when I realised I was already a little light headed and my cheeks flushed a bit. Oh gawd! That was embarrassing, considering normal people don't get drunk on half a glass of wine. Oh well! I'll work on that! *wink* (I sure did work on it over time!)
I met Jay's friend, Ritchie, a Malaysian and his finance management classmate James from North China. Talk about being six degrees apart! So the five of us were around the place talking about a crazy number of things, before the pro-vice chancellor of the university shared a few words and welcomed us all for the umpteenth time. (we're not complaining as along as the wine kept coming.)
After a dizzying half glass of wine, I quietly placed my glass away and headed out of the hall with the others. There was some Chinese food on the house at the Common Room, very close to Graduate College (where all PG students stay)... Now things get interesting, you see none of us knew the route to get back. So we were roaming about aimless chatting up on stupid miscellaneous things. It turned out most of them couldn't pronounce my name. And suggested names like Kate and Katie and Kitty- oh that one got everyone laughing. "Hello Kitty!" James made a funny bunny face (was supposed to look like a cat, he added later). I threatened to fight him with chopsticks if he said that again!
The place we ended up in, was deserted. That's when we knew, we were in the wrong place. We hiked back and pulled a couple of people up to help us with our way. James spoke to a bunch of Chinese people who spoke in Cantonese and it didn't look like he understood it. I cursed the campus map 'cause it's not really comprehensive. Really now, the map doesn't coincide with the place, they've got their scale and proportion all wrong. After aimlessly strolling by, we see people. A mob. A crazy mob. Chinese aroma filling up the room. YUP! this is about right. We all knew, but were worried if we didn't get any food. We came up with all sorts of things to get the crowd out of our way, but the best was James' flatmate, Patrick, an Irish "lad" doing PhD in Nuclear Engineering. "Oh nowt a problem," he says calmly while scanning the crowd then looked at us,"Step back peowple, lemme explowd this place!" he said in an Irish accent, I'm certain I can't imitate.
So we inch our way to the table with pathetic Chinese food,(which we were out in the cold and starving for), when we meet a comical Russian, Sergjy aka C.J. I just tried really hard not to look surprised at this alarmingly natural orange hair. He was talking something about Borat... Umm.. I wasn't really listening. But anyway, after dinner we bid our good nights and headed for some warmth and a good night's rest.
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The following week I met Jo... I'll write about that soon!
Cheers to that night! :)
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Jab (when) we met !
I am not particularly good at remembering dates. Am notorious for forgetting birthdays, anniversaries, and sometimes even important once-in-a-lifetime occasions. I do need reminders, and so far my mom has been super helpful reminding me a day ahead of any special day in the family. I also do have a few fantastic friends who accept this weakness of mine and message me ahead of other friend’s birthdays. I remember a year back, I had a hard request to all of them to please please please remind me of even their own birthdays! Why am I telling you all this ? Because, today must be really special - as I remembered!
What? Today is the 28th of September 2010. Remember what happened a year back ? We met ! I know Kiki has a super write up of the exact order of events complete with time stamps, and she was so kind to print a leaf from her diary and put it in my scented message bottle! I haven’t read it yet (well just a bit here and there, when I was breaking the bottle!).
How time flies! Was it only a year back on the 26th of September that I was standing at Mumbai airport saying farewell to my friends and family who had come to see me off. It must have been the nth time I was flying to the UK, but probably the first time I was ever worried. Not knowing what to expect, whom to meet, and how to live on campus for a year! I remember putting up a very happy face, but being extremely anxious within. In my moments of weakness I would often wonder why on earth I’d left my secure and cosy job, blown up my savings, and was putting myself through all this ordeal. Well, I knew the answer within, but I guess it is difficult to suppress such thoughts especially when you see your mom and friends leaving you the airport.
On the flight, I couldn’t sleep a wink nor could I read a line from the book I had got along - ‘Making globalisation work’. Guess I should have carried something more light hearted like say Nancy Drew or the Famous Five ! Reaching Manchester was okay, but the journey from there was nothing short of a nightmare. Try dragging 60 kilos from the airport terminal to the bus station. And then up to the campus, and then up to a flat on the second floor of a building with no lifts. After having travelled for 16 hours all I wanted to do was dive into my bed and get a good night’s sleep.
The next day was my first at the management school. I got up in the morning completely refreshed, and it was as if I had a new burst of energy. The first day was induction, and it was wonderful in its own right. But, this is not about what happened at school. This is about what happened afterwards. I came back to the flat and met my first flatmate - Jay. We both introduced ourselves and agreed on going together to the international students welcome at the Great Hall. On the way to the Great Hall, I remember Jay telling me that he was a Phd exchange student from NUS, and I told him that NUS was actually one my choices for doing the MBA ! So much for commonalities between us, and we walked on !
The wait at the Great Hall was long, with the pro vice chancellor running late. So, we helped ourselves to the free wine and tried to make some conversation. Well, we didn’t struggle much, because out of the blue Ms. Kiki came up and introduced herself. So, we said Hi ! made some small talk and then, I actually thought she would go on her way and say Hi to someone else. Hahhaha . But no ! Ms. Kiki had no intention of leaving, not that night, and not for the rest of the year as we’d realise later! A self-confession from Kiki later was that it was probably our positioning (next to the wine table) that attracted her to us and made her stay put!)
So, by then it was Jay, Kiki, me and actually there was another girl doing her undergrad who had joined our little circle (we lost her in the next 15 minutes though!). It must have been my second glass of wine, when James and Richie entered the scene. They were Jay’s acquaintances (well, later that year we would know that Jay is a self-confessed introvert who is actually Mr. Popular; he knows just about everyone, he knows someone from all corners of the earth, and he has 1500 FB friends !) I gathered that James and Richard were doing a Masters in finance, and I remember nothing from the rest of the smooth conversation – well blame the wine! After waiting for an hour, we were officially welcomed by the pro-vice chancellor, and then we (by now, kiki, Jay, James, Richie, and me) headed off to Graduate college where students were being served with a free Chinese meal ! The first perk of having oriental friends! – (you get to know about free Chinese meals – only a bit too late in our case ;-))
At the graduate college, outside the common room, we stood at the back of what seemed to be a never ending queue. Students from all nine colleges were there to get their share of free Chinese food, and we were the last J We were cold, hungry, and extremely worn out. Aha – Perfect setting to meet Pat – another of Jay’s acquaintances who had the pleasure of experiencing Jay’s ‘drumming feet’ all the way from Manchester to Lancaster two days before. I gathered that Pat was doing a Phd in nuclear physics ( well, for my ease – I kept relating it to Atom bomb!), but what was more interesting to me at that point was the bowl of Chinese food in his hand. It was filled to the brim with different things, and while we were still awaiting our bleak chance to get our free plate, Pat was ready to throw out the food in his bowl which he didn’t like. Hmmm... a lesson on how life is not fair ! Well, later during the year, we also learnt that no one messes with this man’s food and what he does with it ;-P !
As fate would have it, by the time it was our turn, the food was over, and we had to make do with leftovers! So, with an empty stomach, but after having met this cocktail of wonderful people, I went back to my room and got ready for my next day at the management school. To be honest, I didn’t think I would ever meet any of the people again (except for my flatmate - Jay). To me it was just random, and one-off. I considered it the end of the evening, but little did I know that it in fact was the beginning of a year with this very set of random people. The very same people, that in a few days time we’d be referring to as ‘friends’ and our ‘Lancaster family’. If I had any concerns of being away from friends and family (the horrible things I felt at the airport), well this was the answer to my concerns. Super fast right? Who could ever think of it!
Many times during the year whenever we met up for one our family dinners, at the grad bar, or even after a night out, we couldn’t help musing about how we met and stuck together despite being from different courses, age groups, having varied interests and commitments. It’s amazing, isn’t it ? Jojo – I know you don’t feature in that evening, but you know what, that’s because whoever is the master planner behind this all realised that something was amiss, and so had to put Kiki back to work meet you and complete the picture !
And so dear ‘lancaster family’ members ( Jay, Kiki, James, Richie, Pat & Jojo), here’s three cheers to that one evening that made the rest of the year so much eventful and filled with love. Here’s to – Jab we met !
Monday, September 27, 2010
One year on.
Hello everbody,
A lot of pressure here, Fiona, your blog read like a top class English essay. Trying to think of last time, I saw everybody. James, it was the day I left for Ireland on the first of September. I hope you're having a great time in Beijing with Yoyo. I miss our football chats and games. I brought my PS3 over to Ireland and am going to buy FIFA 11 on Friday. please visit so we can play! Fiona, was great seeing you in London, but it was too long ago. I'm in the midst of organising new years in London, trying to see if my friends from Ireland are up for it. Are you planning to stay for the holidays. Jay, I was so emotional after your going away dinner. Probably because you were the first person I spoke to in Lancaster, my oldest friend here. It's a year to the day that you, James, Ritchie and I arrived on the same bus from the airport( well it was when i started this entry!). Oh, and congrats on the thesis chaper being published, I can't say I'm surprised.
So it's been all change here. Before all the stress of moving and people leaving I took a trip home to Ireland at the beginning of September. Daragh, I and some friends attented a music festival called Electric Picnic on the east of Ireland. It's one of the most popular festivals in Europe and it was my first time attending. The first day of the festival was beautiful, I actually got a (slight) tan! We set up camp, relaxed and drank some beer in the sun during the day and in the evening headed to see some bands. Modest Mouse were fantastic and I urge you all to look for them. The music finished at midnight, but the differents events (slient disco, DJ'S, Merry go rounds, raves in the forest etc) stayed on all night. One bad thing from the first night was that Dargh and decided to have a wrestling match. He dropped me on my head/shoulder. Really injured my shoulder, couldn't move it at all the next day. Another two days of drinking, partying and but torential rain followed. Was a great weekend. Best band I saw were The National. Jo, you would definitley like them.
I spent the rest of the week relaxing with Friends and family. The highlight was my Friends beating Daraghs friends at Football. Thanks to 5 goals from yours truly (sorry, Keerti I had to get that in). So I arrived back at Lancaster in the midst of the moving madness. To everybodys surprise, including mine, I was one of the more organised people when it came to moving out. I'll never forget looking into Ritchie's window 10minutes before we had to vacate our rooms and seeing it in the exact same state as the night before. Fiona, I donated the fridge to charity, we had some good times together but I guess we just grew apart, I'll never forget what we had though.
My new place is pretty cool. It's an old house on Blades Street, near the train station. It's a 3 minute walk from to town, which will result in me getting EVEN PUDGIER with so many nice places to eat so close by. My room is massive and I've already made it quite homely. My house mates have yet to move in, I'm starting to feel like it's my house alone. Keerti and I made a list of this we want to do before Christmas, the best of which is attending a Chelsea match at the end of October. If any one has any suggestions on some great stuff to see in Britan let us know. Work is going fine, I'm offically a Second Year now..time to do something!
Missing you all loads.
Pat
A lot of pressure here, Fiona, your blog read like a top class English essay. Trying to think of last time, I saw everybody. James, it was the day I left for Ireland on the first of September. I hope you're having a great time in Beijing with Yoyo. I miss our football chats and games. I brought my PS3 over to Ireland and am going to buy FIFA 11 on Friday. please visit so we can play! Fiona, was great seeing you in London, but it was too long ago. I'm in the midst of organising new years in London, trying to see if my friends from Ireland are up for it. Are you planning to stay for the holidays. Jay, I was so emotional after your going away dinner. Probably because you were the first person I spoke to in Lancaster, my oldest friend here. It's a year to the day that you, James, Ritchie and I arrived on the same bus from the airport( well it was when i started this entry!). Oh, and congrats on the thesis chaper being published, I can't say I'm surprised.
So it's been all change here. Before all the stress of moving and people leaving I took a trip home to Ireland at the beginning of September. Daragh, I and some friends attented a music festival called Electric Picnic on the east of Ireland. It's one of the most popular festivals in Europe and it was my first time attending. The first day of the festival was beautiful, I actually got a (slight) tan! We set up camp, relaxed and drank some beer in the sun during the day and in the evening headed to see some bands. Modest Mouse were fantastic and I urge you all to look for them. The music finished at midnight, but the differents events (slient disco, DJ'S, Merry go rounds, raves in the forest etc) stayed on all night. One bad thing from the first night was that Dargh and decided to have a wrestling match. He dropped me on my head/shoulder. Really injured my shoulder, couldn't move it at all the next day. Another two days of drinking, partying and but torential rain followed. Was a great weekend. Best band I saw were The National. Jo, you would definitley like them.
I spent the rest of the week relaxing with Friends and family. The highlight was my Friends beating Daraghs friends at Football. Thanks to 5 goals from yours truly (sorry, Keerti I had to get that in). So I arrived back at Lancaster in the midst of the moving madness. To everybodys surprise, including mine, I was one of the more organised people when it came to moving out. I'll never forget looking into Ritchie's window 10minutes before we had to vacate our rooms and seeing it in the exact same state as the night before. Fiona, I donated the fridge to charity, we had some good times together but I guess we just grew apart, I'll never forget what we had though.
My new place is pretty cool. It's an old house on Blades Street, near the train station. It's a 3 minute walk from to town, which will result in me getting EVEN PUDGIER with so many nice places to eat so close by. My room is massive and I've already made it quite homely. My house mates have yet to move in, I'm starting to feel like it's my house alone. Keerti and I made a list of this we want to do before Christmas, the best of which is attending a Chelsea match at the end of October. If any one has any suggestions on some great stuff to see in Britan let us know. Work is going fine, I'm offically a Second Year now..time to do something!
Missing you all loads.
Pat
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
A leaf from my salsa diary
Okay, so here is a confession. I am a hopeless dancer. Not because I have two left feet, but because I can't follow! And being a lady I must be led ... sigh! I remember, years ago, at my aunt and uncles anniversary party, there was this guy who asked me to dance and while I thought I was doing pretty good, barely a few minutes later he asked me rather sarcastically “ Well, do you want to lead ?” Gosh! Since then, it’s always been like that. It’s something I have to be very conscious about. The slightest sign of weakness I sense in my partner drives this huge urge in me to twirl him around!
Right, so anyways, yesterday was day 2 at the salsa class. Now, I am not really doing this because I seriously want to learn anything. (I think) Am just doing it because 1. I'm jobless and 2. I need a break from the kids at home! (I love them, they're little darlings and I spend so much time with them. But that’s exactly what's worrying. I actually see myself as becoming a fulltime nanny sometimes! And... Pat - I blame you for putting that in my head now ;-))
So, yesterday we got a new guy who joined the beginner’s sessions. And that was good, because it meant we got a break from dancing with our instructor! It being his first time, we obviously had a slight advantage over him. So, our instructor started rotating us girls to dance with him and ‘help’ him out. Now, for some reason I found the way he danced to be weird. And every time he danced with me I just couldn’t stop giggling, well actually laughing. I know it’s really mean, but there was nothing I could do to control myself. There was something seriously strange in the way he moved his hips, and his footwork was also all to ‘jumpy’. Oh and yes, of course this was real easy prey for me and I guess my natural instincts took over, so I ended up dragging him around.
Well, but my joyride was short-lived as our instructor came in and told the guy “Don’t let the lady lead you, take control.” Arghhhh... it’s as if someone told him be a man ! Because I could see he was really pissed! So, he took off the silly bandage with which he had wrapped his hand (as if that would instantly transform him to a salsa king), gave an ‘i-mean-business’ look, and started over again. Well, I must say, there was some positive difference, but then Miss Control-Freak in me was getting anxious, and unknowingly the whole thing was turning out to be a struggle for power! After wrestling through a bit of routine, we ultimately ended up all tangled. The nail in the coffin was the instructor’s line “and that is exactly what you don’t want to do on the floor”. I almost wanted to yell out ‘yea right- tell that to this clown I'm dancing with!’
Our instructor has a way of teaching through demonstration, which she thinks is very effective. Well, it’s all good as long as you are not the specimen. And this time, that was exactly what I and Mr. Clown were. So, she started with her long feedback based on what we had done, while the rest of the beginners nodded and looked as if they were just presented with the bible on ‘how not to salsa’
Well, we ended the session with a warm-down. That’s when we beginners get to mix around with the others( improvers, experts) on the floor. This time it was to be ‘merengue’. Unfortunately, another dance form that needs a partner. And guess what - after going round in circles trying to find someone new, I end up with Mr. Clown. But I guess there was divine intervention, when one of the other instructors came and took me away saying two beginners together would be too clumsy! Haha – well he had no idea.
After class, the walk back home was time for a little retrospection. How did I do today? Was Mr. Clown really the ‘clown’, or was it someone else? After a brief tryst with the radical feminist organisation lodged in the left corner of my brain and the realists that occupy the right corner, I sort of concluded that – next time I’m going to have to put Miss. Control-Freak on a time-out, and let’s see how it goes from there!
The moving out of campus madness
The previous weekend was packed with a large portion of fatigue and sadness, a scoop of insanity and a dollop of fun. I really don't know how Fifi, Jay and James did it!
It all started on the Friday when it finally occurred to all of us that we have a matter of hours before we were kicked out of campus accommodation. Pat, Jo, Ritchie and I have been having such a good time together (yes, without you all) that the 10:00 am on Saturday morning deadline seemed a breeze, until we were jolted into reality.
By Friday evening, the bins on campus were not visible! You couldn't distinguish between the recycle bins, and the demand for cartons were well above what you'd imagine... People even took out cartons from the bins! Well I did. I picked a clean, plastic wrapped carton folded out carton, placed outside the bins. So, it was alright. Green Lancaster landed themselves with a big mess, when they promoted "Exodus." All electrical appliances, nonperishable food, bed-bedding's, clothes, stationery and what not were dumped in the common room. You'd be lucky to find the floor! The two pool tables were filled with junk, the vending machine had stuff on top, the sofas and bar stools were wearing bed spreads and held electrical items! WHAT A MESS!
It must have been 10:00 pm when Jo had a mini auction for her stuff, Ritchie and I were rummaging through it, like scurrying rodents while Pat giggled like a GIRL! I think it was because, I picked things, in spite of my 3 medium cartons, 2 big trolley bags, 1 small one, a laundry bag full of stuff, and a Sommerfield basket (that Daragh nicked from the store, and I nicked from him).Never mind. We headed down to Pat's place where he had a tearful goodbye... when the mini-fridge was dragged out of his room into the common room. Ritchie's place like his little hamster, JiJi (yes, he does have a pet that none of us knew until awhile ago) had a room full of things! I really don't know how you managed to pack it all, Ritchie!
With a wink of sleep, the following morning was dreadful. The weather grumpy with a shimmer of sunshine and continuous drizzle. UGH! There was heavy traffic on campus, with taxis driving in and out of campus. It so happens to be the uni's visiting day as well. So swarms of people were all over the place- population density so high, I almost felt like home in India! *wink*
The taxi driver drove me to the place in town, where I live. It's 12 minutes walk from the train station, located on this street called Willow Lane. Rumours had it that the place was known for knackers. Of course, it was no good knowing all of this when I had already signed the contract. But nonetheless, the lane I live on is very residential. There's a primary school nearby and some really posh estate bungalows around here. There is a very misplaced Victoria Pub that perhaps is the only source of trouble, but otherwise, it's really nice.
While I unpacked, I realised that my laptop and some small items were retained in the taxi- I had one of my typical Keerti moments where I panicked, and punched numbers on my phone that was dying and out of credit! My taxi driver was not really one that I had called, there was a mix up on campus. So the service that I called had blatantly told me that I had to call the other taxi service that was in charge. After a massive mind explosion and a near heart attack, my taxi driver arrived at my doorstep with my things! Phew!
I started a bit of unpacking when my stomach grumbled so I caught up with Pat in town and had lunch at Varsity- do you remember that green board, with words in white, on a lane parallel to Hustle? Well, it's seems like a really nice place, dunno why we never went there. I think by this point Pat and I were used to the idea of walking into town. Surely, that implicates, more interest in town events and perhaps less excuse for heading out at night!
By Sunday, I had realised that I was uncomfortable living in this house, because it turns out that my 24 year old live-in landlord, Lauren had some issues with guests over. She has a no visitors allowed rule. Strange. But I can't argue with the probation officer aka my landlord, as past experiences of misplaced and damaged articles had her doubts on guests. In knowing that my housemate, Emily and me are liable to all articles within the property was comforting for her.
Emily is from a place in France, just at the border of France and Germany. She's a 24 year old doing her PG course in French, and aspires to be a french teacher in England. She's surprisingly talkative, but nice to have around- sometimes. Lauren was a bit feisty over the weekend, but I managed to talk to her on Sunday, and it turns out that she's nice to talk to! A bit of a relief! Lauren has a dog, Bullet, a pain-in-the-butt type of dog that loves to jump on my bed and follow me everywhere. The dog in my opinion has serious issues of Attention Deficiency Disorder! It comes no surprise though, the poor painful thing has been locked up in a house from 9 am - 5 pm. The owner doesn't give it much attention after work...
Anyway, I'm happy now, after a weekend of madness and disorientatedness. I think I've managed to settle in alright. Just need to iron out what I am going to do in the coming months.
So, what's your story? How's very one else?
It all started on the Friday when it finally occurred to all of us that we have a matter of hours before we were kicked out of campus accommodation. Pat, Jo, Ritchie and I have been having such a good time together (yes, without you all) that the 10:00 am on Saturday morning deadline seemed a breeze, until we were jolted into reality.
By Friday evening, the bins on campus were not visible! You couldn't distinguish between the recycle bins, and the demand for cartons were well above what you'd imagine... People even took out cartons from the bins! Well I did. I picked a clean, plastic wrapped carton folded out carton, placed outside the bins. So, it was alright. Green Lancaster landed themselves with a big mess, when they promoted "Exodus." All electrical appliances, nonperishable food, bed-bedding's, clothes, stationery and what not were dumped in the common room. You'd be lucky to find the floor! The two pool tables were filled with junk, the vending machine had stuff on top, the sofas and bar stools were wearing bed spreads and held electrical items! WHAT A MESS!
It must have been 10:00 pm when Jo had a mini auction for her stuff, Ritchie and I were rummaging through it, like scurrying rodents while Pat giggled like a GIRL! I think it was because, I picked things, in spite of my 3 medium cartons, 2 big trolley bags, 1 small one, a laundry bag full of stuff, and a Sommerfield basket (that Daragh nicked from the store, and I nicked from him).Never mind. We headed down to Pat's place where he had a tearful goodbye... when the mini-fridge was dragged out of his room into the common room. Ritchie's place like his little hamster, JiJi (yes, he does have a pet that none of us knew until awhile ago) had a room full of things! I really don't know how you managed to pack it all, Ritchie!
With a wink of sleep, the following morning was dreadful. The weather grumpy with a shimmer of sunshine and continuous drizzle. UGH! There was heavy traffic on campus, with taxis driving in and out of campus. It so happens to be the uni's visiting day as well. So swarms of people were all over the place- population density so high, I almost felt like home in India! *wink*
The taxi driver drove me to the place in town, where I live. It's 12 minutes walk from the train station, located on this street called Willow Lane. Rumours had it that the place was known for knackers. Of course, it was no good knowing all of this when I had already signed the contract. But nonetheless, the lane I live on is very residential. There's a primary school nearby and some really posh estate bungalows around here. There is a very misplaced Victoria Pub that perhaps is the only source of trouble, but otherwise, it's really nice.
While I unpacked, I realised that my laptop and some small items were retained in the taxi- I had one of my typical Keerti moments where I panicked, and punched numbers on my phone that was dying and out of credit! My taxi driver was not really one that I had called, there was a mix up on campus. So the service that I called had blatantly told me that I had to call the other taxi service that was in charge. After a massive mind explosion and a near heart attack, my taxi driver arrived at my doorstep with my things! Phew!
I started a bit of unpacking when my stomach grumbled so I caught up with Pat in town and had lunch at Varsity- do you remember that green board, with words in white, on a lane parallel to Hustle? Well, it's seems like a really nice place, dunno why we never went there. I think by this point Pat and I were used to the idea of walking into town. Surely, that implicates, more interest in town events and perhaps less excuse for heading out at night!
By Sunday, I had realised that I was uncomfortable living in this house, because it turns out that my 24 year old live-in landlord, Lauren had some issues with guests over. She has a no visitors allowed rule. Strange. But I can't argue with the probation officer aka my landlord, as past experiences of misplaced and damaged articles had her doubts on guests. In knowing that my housemate, Emily and me are liable to all articles within the property was comforting for her.
Emily is from a place in France, just at the border of France and Germany. She's a 24 year old doing her PG course in French, and aspires to be a french teacher in England. She's surprisingly talkative, but nice to have around- sometimes. Lauren was a bit feisty over the weekend, but I managed to talk to her on Sunday, and it turns out that she's nice to talk to! A bit of a relief! Lauren has a dog, Bullet, a pain-in-the-butt type of dog that loves to jump on my bed and follow me everywhere. The dog in my opinion has serious issues of Attention Deficiency Disorder! It comes no surprise though, the poor painful thing has been locked up in a house from 9 am - 5 pm. The owner doesn't give it much attention after work...
Anyway, I'm happy now, after a weekend of madness and disorientatedness. I think I've managed to settle in alright. Just need to iron out what I am going to do in the coming months.
So, what's your story? How's very one else?
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Have fun!
Finally I have this thing up and running. Here are few steps that would help you get around blogger.com
Step 1: Accept invite and log into blogger.com.
Step 1.5: You might come across a "Dashboard" where you will notice "Count down to Manila", Click on it!
Step 2: Click on 'New Post' on the left top corner
Step 3: Type up what's been up with you, what you're doing, whatever you want
Step 4: Click on "Publish Post"
Click on "Preview" for a glanee at what your post would look like on the blog.
Tada! And you've got a post up! It's as simple as that!
To edit your post, you can click on the little yellow pencil at the end of each post.
You can change font sizes, like in a word document, put a picture if you'd like. Just follow the instructions, it's very easy!
The moment you accept the invitation, you are entitled to be the author of the blog, I will then promote you to admin so you have access to the design of the blog as well!
Have fun!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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