Starting a New Life Abroad

My left ear has been ringing since a few days ago. The left side of my head feels as if it weighs heavier than the other.

I went to xxxxxx for the weekend. I was planning to go on Friday eve after work but the crappy universe that I was in had sort of forced me to postpone it till Saturday. That did me good, actually.

We met up with 5 other people and headed to bar where we got rejected coz some of us were wearing trainers.

We moved on to other place where we couldn’t go in either because of the same lame reason.

What’s with the bars/clubs and this stupid anti-trainers movement?

The next stop was yyyyyyy which fortunately was okay with guests-wearing-trainers but I had a wee problem looking for my ID which was misplaced somewhere in my wallet.

The bouncers didn’t believe that I was over 18!!! Fooooooook! Well, I finally found my ID, showed it to one of the bouncers who checked the card.

He eyed me and said disbelievingly, "Bloody hell!" I usually take those comments about my-face-doesn’t-reflect-my-real-age as a compliment but I was freezing my arse off and very cranky so I forced a smile and said, "Yeah, I know. Ta. Now, can I go in?" The bouncer winked and said, "Sure. Hey, with that look like yours, keep your ID handy. OK, love?" Oh, brother!

yyyyyyyyy with its 8 massive rooms was really packed. My mates and I went inside the dance room and it took forever to get served at the bar. The bartender asked for my age and thank fuck, this time I didn’t have to show my ID. I had a double vodka and red bull for a starter, and moved to the dance floor. I wasn’t really up for clubbing or getting pissed and I was wearing ‘too much fabric’ for the occasion but the DJ was pretty good so I started dancing. My mates and I got a spot not far from the speakers so now you know where the ear-deafening experience happened. It was almost impossible to hear what the person next to me was saying so when someone I knew tried to chat me up, the conversation went like this.

Him: I like your new hair style.
Me: WHAT?
Him: I like your new hair style!
Me: CHEERS!
Him: Did you have it cut when you went to B**?
Me: YEAH!
Him: It looks very nice.
Me: WHAT?
Him: I said, the hair looks nice.
Me: WHAT?
Him: Bloody hell. Are you drunk?
Me: Babe, I wish I could get pissed only after some vodka and redbull and two shots of tequila. I would’ve saved loads of money everytime I go out if that’s the case!
Him: Hahaha… I thought you couldn’t hear me!
Me: WHAT?

I wasn’t deaf then. I was far from being tipsy. I just liked how the guy smelled. I also liked the fact that he had to speak really close to my ear so I could hear him better. Or so he thought. *ROFL*

I got back to my friend’s flat at almost four, went to bed at 5, woke up at 9, fell asleep again until almost 11. Had a big nice lunch and a chat with my friend’s flatmates. Walked to the city centre, hooked up with my friend, had a cappuccino and a weird-looking OK-ish dessert that had tiny red and blue berries at café zzzzzzzzz

Window-shopped inside ppppppp though there wasn’t much too see coz it was past 5 and nothing in here opened later than 5pm on Sunday. Met some more people, walked down, said my goodbyes and I left on the

6pm

.

I was just switching the lights on in my flat when I received a text on my XL mobile from someone in

London

who was on Vodafone

+ Hey, XL is now part of Vodafone. I wonder if you get this message.
Me : Yea, I got it. But didn’t I tell you Telkomsel can receive messages from any

London

networks?
+ I didn’t know that. What about your other number?
Me : Yeah, I think it now can receive texts from Voda also. Before it was only from O2.
+ Cool! Should I text you to other number from now on?
Me : Sure. Why are you still up at this hour? And what’s with this random mobile network topic? U ok?
+ I can’t sleep. I tried counting sheep, stars and ex-lovers. None of them worked.
Me : *LOL* Let me guess. Recalling our last conversation, are you having cold feet about the wedding?
+ I think I am. It’s worse now. What should I do?
Me : You can still back off. *LOL* I’m joking. Talk to your fiancée.
+ She’ll freak out! You know how she is.
Me : Actually, I don’t. Never even met her. I only know that she’s some woman who’s easily got jealous over somebody’s ghost.
+ Please, be serious. You know what I mean.
Me : Talk to her. That’s the only option. To hell with that traditional crap about the groom not to meet the bride before the wedding. You’ve only got less than two weeks to sort yourself out. She’d better be freaking out now rather than on your wedding day. Although if I were her, I’d kill you with my bare hands no matter on which day you decided to drop the bomb.
+ Gee. Thanks for squashing my already tiny self-esteem. To be honest, I’ve never felt so confused like this. But ok, I’ll talk to her. Thanks.
Me : Hey, no problem. Let me know how it goes.
+ And since when you’re a pre-wedding counsellor?
Me : Moi? Oh, the irony! When hell freezes over.
+ *LOL* I love you, man. Thanks. Wish me luck.

Now that I think about the above dialogue, what was that guy thinking? Taking my words for some (pre-)marital issues? You can’t possibly take advice on such serious matter from a person who’s a skint bargain hunter, who feels indifferent towards in general who looks younger than 18 but acts like a 12-year old and thinks like a 40 year-old, who pretends to be deaf to achieve a personal gratification and most of all, who eats weird-looking desserts. That friend of mine must’ve been really desperate.

What do you think?

I think, I’ve changed the way I blog.
Now I cite more excerpt of conversations that happen between me and others.
Or between me and just myself.
In reality or fantasy.
I think it’s fun.
Unfortunately for some people, they take all conversations written in this blog as they are. Thus they fail to see what I see and the reasons I write about them.

Some dialogues are real as they come.
Some conversations are meant to be neglected.
Some don’t even have real meanings.

It’s their lost.
I’ve got nothing to lose.
Not even my privacy or anonymity.

Speaking of a pathologically bored jelly-like mind…
I’ve surely got a lot to write about.
How I managed to end the recap of my weekend with some pointless encrypted bullshit, I had no idea.
I shall blame my ringing left ear for my disorganised writing.
I assume it’s messed up with my balance.