First Week in Manchester

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Highlights of the week

The first 2 days...

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Touched down in Manchester. Got off the plane, got stuck in the immigration for 2 hours. Why? To make sure we weren't here to commit terrorism. Then we proceeded to the next stage, and it was another 1 hour span in the health unit. Why? They thought every foreigner carries H1N1.

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Stepped out of the threshold of the airport, the very first thing I did: I lit up the first cig of the day, FINALLY, refreshed and rejuvenated once more. However, the Manchester airport collection weren't here to pick me up when they were supposed to be. Not a good start of the day.

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I moved into Noel's place, stayed in for a night before I moved into my place. It was all good until I got stuck in the toilet cubical for nearly half an hour. I didn't know what to do when I overlooked the fact that toilet in Europe countries does not come w the pipe water like the toilet in Malaysia, and there was no toilet paper. FML. After much deliberations, I finally decided to resort to the eye drop in my pocket. I've got no choice anyway.

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At last, I had settled into a new happy life, a dream come true.

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The next 2 days...

Freshers Week brochures were scattered all over the place. As I picked them up from the floor, I cant help but kept nodding and smiling. HAHAHA! Every brochure I've accumulated, none of them missed out the word 'PARTY'. AWESOME. No longer that I needa put up w my family, no longer that I'm constraint by curfew. This time, I'm going all out.

I didn't go to my own hall's party. Because at that time, there were only 2 china chinese man from my flat. I certainly didn't wanna be seen w them anytime anywhere and I didn't wanna do this alone. So I went to Misha's hall and participated in their events.

I wanted to have a 5 days straight clubbing marathon until one day this man asked me: Is Whitworth Park really that boring that you always come here?

The following days...

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I'm supposed to be out for a foam party.

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But I chose to quarantine myself in the room. Because I am too sexy for foams. Also I didn't wanna be seemed as, the loser who flocks to his gf (everyone thinks Misha is my gf) all the time, because he is an unwelcome guest in his own hall.

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Lately I'm kinda depressed because not only I've failed to keep my 5 days clubbing streak, I have not been going out at all. Sigh. My flatmates are either not cool enough to hang out w me, or too cool that they already have their own clique and I barely see them in the flat so I can hardly plan anything w them.

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Hope everything will look up soon.

take care people!