A month in country
Well, it snuck up on me. I have now been here a month. It happened Monday, the 17th, what began as a simple "I'm not drinking tonight, I'll just be social and visit" with the Band for a bit after rehearsal, turned into me at some crazy Chinese club party trying to find someone who spoke more than broken English while some really really drunk Chinese guy tried to teach me(at my request) how to play some bizarre drinking game involving hand symbols, sums, and predictions. Anyways, it was an interesting night... The place was like day light with all the Asian glow going on, it was weird. Oddly enough when I got home I filled my belly with Oriental Rib flavoured chips/crisps(they have strange flavour chips here, ie roast lamb and mint jelly, beef and onion, and oriental rib).
Outside the interesting opening to my week the rest of it has been pretty laidback, or at least in various stages of laying-back. Tuesday was nothing new, I went to class and then stayed home that night and did some reading(there it is, I am doing work here for all those who don't believe me, it's true and there's more to come). Wednesday I don't have classes[pause for laughter] but I hung out in my room most of the day reading[wait for applauds] or napping [more laughter] the latter was closer to the
truth in this particular case. That night we got wind of a Canucks game being replayed over at the maple leaf so we made a trip up but found that the VCR didn't record the bloody game so we finished our pitcher and food and headed back hockeyless(I was really looking forward to tell my Oxford friend and gloating, but alas it was not to be). Today, Thursday, I actually didn't have a nap. I got up round 1030, and started reading... and making rice(I was hungry). Round 2 I went out to have a meeting with a Colonel about me parading with a local unit and maybe getting a little extra cash/beer money. We had a nice chat, he made a few calls and set me up with an appointment to talk to a Captain over at one of the transport regiments.
At somepoint in this post it ceased to be thurday night and became Friday afternoon. So anyways, that yesterday evening after my talk with the Colonel I read for a couple hours before meeting three of my flatmates for my first London theatre experience. The night seemed promising, a musical based on the music of Queen, interesting, could be good. There is one word that could describe the experience, McTheatre. The funny part was that the entire show which dealt with the idea of music being destroyed by the manufactured groups which seem so popular these days, was itself manufactured for the masses in order to make a quick buck. The show took place in the future where music had been totally commercialism and it was left all up to a Keanu Reves figure to bring back Rock 'n Roll, epitomized in the music of Queen. Outside the total hypocrisy there was some good music, and a few laughs, if you ask the children sitting in front of us it was spectacular and I guess that's what really matters, they're the ones with all the expendable income.
So anyways now it's Friday. The week is over, and although I just had a two day break it really still seems like a relief. I had my class which came much too early this morning at 10, after which I went to the bank to get some of the money that flows so free round here and enquire as to the status of my still missing PIN number for my debit card. I made clear my displeasure to the girl at the counter who then wrote up a formal complaint on my behave, assured me that it would be in next week, and told me that she'll have someone call me when it comes in so that I don't have to cue up for half an hour each time I want to check if it's come in. She seemed to sympathize with my situation. Not much more happened today, I went out and bought some food I'm starting to think I might be eating too much rice but I still like it. Tonight we're going out for Indian food as a farewell to one of my flatmates who has decided that she'll be heading home and coming back next year when her proper prof is not on maternity leave. After the Indian food we're off to have a beverage, or two, of a refreshing nature and to see her off in good fashion. I got a fever and the only cure is more... (cow bell?)
Outside the interesting opening to my week the rest of it has been pretty laidback, or at least in various stages of laying-back. Tuesday was nothing new, I went to class and then stayed home that night and did some reading(there it is, I am doing work here for all those who don't believe me, it's true and there's more to come). Wednesday I don't have classes[pause for laughter] but I hung out in my room most of the day reading[wait for applauds] or napping [more laughter] the latter was closer to the
truth in this particular case. That night we got wind of a Canucks game being replayed over at the maple leaf so we made a trip up but found that the VCR didn't record the bloody game so we finished our pitcher and food and headed back hockeyless(I was really looking forward to tell my Oxford friend and gloating, but alas it was not to be). Today, Thursday, I actually didn't have a nap. I got up round 1030, and started reading... and making rice(I was hungry). Round 2 I went out to have a meeting with a Colonel about me parading with a local unit and maybe getting a little extra cash/beer money. We had a nice chat, he made a few calls and set me up with an appointment to talk to a Captain over at one of the transport regiments.At somepoint in this post it ceased to be thurday night and became Friday afternoon. So anyways, that yesterday evening after my talk with the Colonel I read for a couple hours before meeting three of my flatmates for my first London theatre experience. The night seemed promising, a musical based on the music of Queen, interesting, could be good. There is one word that could describe the experience, McTheatre. The funny part was that the entire show which dealt with the idea of music being destroyed by the manufactured groups which seem so popular these days, was itself manufactured for the masses in order to make a quick buck. The show took place in the future where music had been totally commercialism and it was left all up to a Keanu Reves figure to bring back Rock 'n Roll, epitomized in the music of Queen. Outside the total hypocrisy there was some good music, and a few laughs, if you ask the children sitting in front of us it was spectacular and I guess that's what really matters, they're the ones with all the expendable income.
So anyways now it's Friday. The week is over, and although I just had a two day break it really still seems like a relief. I had my class which came much too early this morning at 10, after which I went to the bank to get some of the money that flows so free round here and enquire as to the status of my still missing PIN number for my debit card. I made clear my displeasure to the girl at the counter who then wrote up a formal complaint on my behave, assured me that it would be in next week, and told me that she'll have someone call me when it comes in so that I don't have to cue up for half an hour each time I want to check if it's come in. She seemed to sympathize with my situation. Not much more happened today, I went out and bought some food I'm starting to think I might be eating too much rice but I still like it. Tonight we're going out for Indian food as a farewell to one of my flatmates who has decided that she'll be heading home and coming back next year when her proper prof is not on maternity leave. After the Indian food we're off to have a beverage, or two, of a refreshing nature and to see her off in good fashion. I got a fever and the only cure is more... (cow bell?)
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