5 reasons why you should be grateful if you play rugby in Singapore
1) You don’t have to travel more than an hour to get to a game. (We travelled 2.5h to Canterbury for a 2h game, and take the same amt of time back to London)
2) You don’t have to worry about whether you will be too stiff from the cold to run.
3) You don’t have to worry about being late to meet your team, because you can always go on your won, either by cab or by train. (Cab is too ex here, and the places would probably be near inaccessible anyway)
4) You don’t have to see 6 other naked women showering beside you while you shower
5) You know for sure that not everyone in the opposition team will be VERY much bigger than you.
31 October 2006
14 October 2006
Touched down
Hey, sorry for taking so long to update after I reached London. I took quite long to get net, and by then, all the college activities have swept me off my feet. It takes lotsa determination for me to sit down and type out an entry:P
Yeppy, the post below is an accumulation of what I wanted to say over the first week. I wanted to post it long ago but I couldn't commit to finishing it. In the end, I just merge the individual days into one long entry.
OHOH!! To add on to the previous entry, they sell TIGER BEER here!!!!!! Yes... I mean, who cares if anyone buys them right... The main point is, at least they sell it!!!
Yeppy, the post below is an accumulation of what I wanted to say over the first week. I wanted to post it long ago but I couldn't commit to finishing it. In the end, I just merge the individual days into one long entry.
OHOH!! To add on to the previous entry, they sell TIGER BEER here!!!!!! Yes... I mean, who cares if anyone buys them right... The main point is, at least they sell it!!!
Please donate to the help-Cheryl-wipe-her-ass campaign
The title sounds crude but it makes sense. REALLY! I cannot afford to use tissue or toilet paper or facial cotton pads here. One pack of six packets of tissue costs GBP$2, which works out to S$6, which works out to S$1 per packet. That is enough to buy a pack of 10 packets in Singapore. Not to mention everytime I sneeze, I think about the 10c per sheet and decide not to wipe my mouthL (all right, u kiddos out there! I was kidding about that.). THEREFORE, in order to save some cash here, I plead all of you out there. Please enclose a piece of tissue in the envelope if you write to me. If I touch the letter and not feel anything soft, I reserve the right to not open the letter.
Other than the tissue paper, there are other interesting points about London
Note this: They sell condoms in vending machines in the female toilets. I kid you not (Brokie, find this phrase familiar?). Finding them in the guy’s toilet is nothing much. But to find them in the girl’s toilet is a different matter. I guess this country really advocates that safe sex is the responsibility of both sexes.
There are no squat cubicles. That’s expected, but I just cannot get used to the fact that I can walk into any toilet with no qualms. I prefer the seat toilet bowl to the squat bowl, u see. As can be seen, Buffy (my classmate, not the kick ass one), u will die from continence in this country.
The cars park on both sides of the lane. When I say that, I mean if they are facing south, they can choose to park either on the left or on the right of the lane they are facing. Given how much they jay walk, getting to the pavement is no big deal really.
It’s heartening to know that ice cream is not that expensive here. It’s about GBP$1.70 per scoop of gelato ice-cream. Of course, in this weather, I will rather save the money on a piping hot bowl of cream of mushroom.
People walk damn fast but work damn slow. It is a commonplace to find yourself to waiting hours for something that can be done in minutes. Worse, More often than not, you will find yourself left out of the queue. I have seen enough of such cases to claim that I am not stereotyping when I say the efficiency here in London has much to improve.
Contrary to what most people think, the English actually drinks quite responsibly. My hall had a party on a boat down the Thames and only one guy got high (not pissingly drunk though). One of the guys, Coel (I gotta write his name, just in case he reads this and goes, “Hey, where’s my name??”) even asked how can people get drunk with people they have only met for the first time. Made me surprised totally but I didn’t express it coz at that time, it was 6am in Singapore time and my facial expressions were oscillating between a tuned out look or a tiny smile.
All the doors swing close by themselves. The automatic door by the office, the bedroom door, the cupboard door and even the bathroom door. It’s quite novel to me, since the door do not have the pivots at the top of the door. So the doors closes by itself by the force of the hinge. Wow…
Yep, and some funny things that happened to poor ME… Hey… Give me some sympathy to this idiot, will u??
I didn’t know that I have to turn the heater on before I shower. The one at home is perpetually switched on. Imagine showering in ice-cold water in a room that’s about 17 degrees Celsius. No joke, I can tell you for sure. Not especially when it was my first day there, and I was not adapted to the chill yet. At that point of time, the stupid me was thinking that there might be no hot water in London until neaer winter and that I better get used to it. Yeah, I know, STUPID CHERYL with the word “stupid” bold. Apologies to those around me that night. Bet I didn’t smell nice, since I took the fastest shower I ever had in my entire life.
I mistook the dryer as the washing machine. Even when I heard no water going into the chamber. Even when I saw weird wordings on the dryer, like “Extra dry” or “Minimum Iron”. Even when I saw the goldfish bowl window panel of the washing machine, I still thought that it was a different brand of washing machine (the dryer has a solid metal door like a freezer). It took me 15 min b4 realising something is wrong. I don’t know how I realised but I did. By then, the washing powder has already mixed with the clothes. A pile of washing powder was left behind, despite my desperate efforts to remove it. The last time I checked, it was gone. Probably some unlucky dude is walking around with washing powder still stuck on his cothes.
Other than the tissue paper, there are other interesting points about London
Note this: They sell condoms in vending machines in the female toilets. I kid you not (Brokie, find this phrase familiar?). Finding them in the guy’s toilet is nothing much. But to find them in the girl’s toilet is a different matter. I guess this country really advocates that safe sex is the responsibility of both sexes.
There are no squat cubicles. That’s expected, but I just cannot get used to the fact that I can walk into any toilet with no qualms. I prefer the seat toilet bowl to the squat bowl, u see. As can be seen, Buffy (my classmate, not the kick ass one), u will die from continence in this country.
The cars park on both sides of the lane. When I say that, I mean if they are facing south, they can choose to park either on the left or on the right of the lane they are facing. Given how much they jay walk, getting to the pavement is no big deal really.
It’s heartening to know that ice cream is not that expensive here. It’s about GBP$1.70 per scoop of gelato ice-cream. Of course, in this weather, I will rather save the money on a piping hot bowl of cream of mushroom.
People walk damn fast but work damn slow. It is a commonplace to find yourself to waiting hours for something that can be done in minutes. Worse, More often than not, you will find yourself left out of the queue. I have seen enough of such cases to claim that I am not stereotyping when I say the efficiency here in London has much to improve.
Contrary to what most people think, the English actually drinks quite responsibly. My hall had a party on a boat down the Thames and only one guy got high (not pissingly drunk though). One of the guys, Coel (I gotta write his name, just in case he reads this and goes, “Hey, where’s my name??”) even asked how can people get drunk with people they have only met for the first time. Made me surprised totally but I didn’t express it coz at that time, it was 6am in Singapore time and my facial expressions were oscillating between a tuned out look or a tiny smile.
All the doors swing close by themselves. The automatic door by the office, the bedroom door, the cupboard door and even the bathroom door. It’s quite novel to me, since the door do not have the pivots at the top of the door. So the doors closes by itself by the force of the hinge. Wow…
Yep, and some funny things that happened to poor ME… Hey… Give me some sympathy to this idiot, will u??
I didn’t know that I have to turn the heater on before I shower. The one at home is perpetually switched on. Imagine showering in ice-cold water in a room that’s about 17 degrees Celsius. No joke, I can tell you for sure. Not especially when it was my first day there, and I was not adapted to the chill yet. At that point of time, the stupid me was thinking that there might be no hot water in London until neaer winter and that I better get used to it. Yeah, I know, STUPID CHERYL with the word “stupid” bold. Apologies to those around me that night. Bet I didn’t smell nice, since I took the fastest shower I ever had in my entire life.
I mistook the dryer as the washing machine. Even when I heard no water going into the chamber. Even when I saw weird wordings on the dryer, like “Extra dry” or “Minimum Iron”. Even when I saw the goldfish bowl window panel of the washing machine, I still thought that it was a different brand of washing machine (the dryer has a solid metal door like a freezer). It took me 15 min b4 realising something is wrong. I don’t know how I realised but I did. By then, the washing powder has already mixed with the clothes. A pile of washing powder was left behind, despite my desperate efforts to remove it. The last time I checked, it was gone. Probably some unlucky dude is walking around with washing powder still stuck on his cothes.
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