Real Entry... Sorta
I realised I haven’t made a proper entry ever since I came over, so basically this is a rundown of all the ups and downs I’ve been having since I managed to plonk myself in the UK.



Thank God I’m catered, even though the food standard is basic cafeteria mass-produced, swirled in a big bin type. Lunch is the usual fare of sandwiches, fruit, sometimes crisps from the med school cafeteria if I’m still hungry. I usually head for the 5-10 minute walk to the catering halls myself because while my flatmates are decent people, I don’t see them around really often, except the guys who have each other anyway (damn, that sounded wrong xD). Dinner mainly consists of English food, four options with one hi-carb and one vegetarian option always. There’s rice sometimes, but I don’t like the way they do it – half-cooked. Haha. Well, to my standards anyway. Examples include Lamb Casserole, Lasangne, Roast Beef with Yorkshire pudding, chicken pasta and the lot. I usually just pick up sausages and eggs or just a bowl of cereal in the morning – not too different from what I have back home anyway.


So that’s it about food. I started off with that because Malaysians are the only ones who take food really seriously. I mean they even start off a conversation with “Have you eaten yet?” most of the time. I’m a little foodsick. I managed to go down town with my mum and get myself a plate of nasi lemak last week and it was super, mostly because I guess I couldn’t have it over here.


Weather’s okay actually. Then again it’s still autumn so I can still live. Hey, I come from a tropical country, that’s my excuse. It’s about fifteen degrees Celsius right now I guess. About ten in the morning and evening. I look horrible in my clothing, but I do everyday anyway wherever I am, so there we go.


Coursework is quite demanding. I didn’t realise it was true until this week came along and I’ve just been given my first assignment. Tons of notes and reading to do. Wonder if it’s just medical science or are all the courses like that anyway. My timetable changes every week, so I have sometimes an eight hour week and sometimes a twenty hour week. …Oh and I must mention I love the lecturers here, especially some of the male ones – they’re weird, weird in a sort of dry humour, casual, eye-closing when they talk to you way, not the Einstein or the old, stern professor type weird, though there are some of those around. In my world, that sort of weird is LOVE.


And I joined ballroom dancing classes, even though I have two left feet. It’s really, really fun, although there’s a horrible lack of guys. Come on guys, there’s nothing sexier than a man who can dance. This may sound wrong but I’d so rather hold a guy instead of a girl as a partner for dancing, feels so bloody different. So guuuuys, go for it, even if you suck. :D


English guys… even some girls, really drink a lot and like drinking. I know I’m stereotyping and generalising here, but I do find it hard to fit it when I’d rather stay in at night, have pizza and coke instead of going out to the bar and get drunk.


I got a few really nice friends. A few, yeah, but I still haven’t found the someones I can really click with yet (my college group, hint hint). Hopefully soon. And oh yeah, I’m hopeless at doing things myself. I mean I know how cellular interactions occur and how detergents work, but I can’t even do my own laundry or take a bus properly yet (got lost last week and wasted five pounds on a taxi). Guess that’s what it is, to learn. An experience, yeah?


I miss home sometimes, miss the food and the carting around in a car. God, I’ve never walked so much in my entire life. Maybe my entire life put together can constitute the walking I do in one week here. My mum’s here at my cousin’s place where I pop over on weekends. I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but having her around really helps. I mean, I don’t start getting very, very independent yet because she’s around to help with the problems sometimes, but then again I won’t start sitting by the road crying when I get lost because I can call her and she’ll figure something out, even though if she doesn’t it feels so much better that mum knows and everything will be okay.


So I just finished my chicken salsa wrap, and probably should get to finishing off my work before I pack up and go take the bus to my cousin’s place again. I don’t know why but travelling alone stresses the shit out of me. Hope I get used to it.


Cheers. Miss y’all. *hugs*