Attraction, defraction, deflection or rejection??

Someone doing my head in at the moment…..

I can’t really talk too much on these pages because everything is still “in play”, but this gem from bash.org summarises things pretty well:

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DragonflyBlade21: A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you’re a great guy, but I don’t like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we’re not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we’re going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn’t work out, we’ll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.”

*sigh* Its only human, we always lust for the things that we wanted and not in our posession. Its not the 6 Porsches in your garage that makes your mouth water, its the one that you dun have……

Forget about my stuff, heres a run down on past few days:

Got pay this week! Yippee! I looked at my bank statement and realised that last 8 weeks I spent over £2000. At least my first paycheck recovers all that plus bit more for the next month to come! I also gave them the wrong bank account number, and HSBC somehow figure out which account it should goto! I would have bought a brand new X-Box on my first pay check if I haven’t have to fock out £150 for a Goretex rain jacket to replace the one that was misplaced. (I dun think its misplaced, I think Jimmy my roomate actually packed it by accident but his back in OZ at the moment

The new Swedes are here!…… Well, actually this group reminds me how much I missed the last group. Even though the always like to get drunk and even to the stage of prancing around in woman’s underwear and giving each other drunken hair cuts, they were actually quite friendly!! The characters such as Araon, Jacob, Princess, Maus, Axel, Bjorn and even Maria and the twins, they were actually a great bunch to be around and you only realised once they out of your live. Now I wished I haven’t “fire them out of a cannon back to Sweden.”

Friday night was “get to know your Hostel neighbours” night, but to different people it means different thing:

Me: “Another bunch of Vikings that you have no idea what they talking about”;
Hostel cleaners: “The guys and gal that you will be mopping up the spills from for the next few weeks”;
Tess (Swedish night Receptionist): “Another bunch to hide my Swedish roots from”;
Ricky (Our resident Kiwi heartthrob, whos in Germany): “Who am I eating out of tonight?”
Maja (Swedish cleaner): “Who am I eating out of tonight?”

Mark decided to convert the kitchen into a nightclub, cool! The night was going pretty alright until some Slovenian dude threwup in the middle of the kitchen because a great friday night means getting trashed with a bottle of Absinthe. Yes! I know Van Gough absolutely loves the stuff and you being a writer means you like to follow his footstep, but do us all a favour, toilet is only 5 feet away. With a furious Maja and a even more angrier Viking name Tess storming down to the “dance floor” the party came to a pretty abrupt end.

With everyone safely evacuated from the diaster zone, we proceed to our secondary party location, The Bowling Lanes down the road! TBH the place actually starting to wear thin on me, it might be nice the first time around, but now its starting to feel wierd. There is only so much dancing you can really do with 50s music. Not much special stuff report, besides that one of Swedes was a bisexual and kissing up all the other girls for the night. In the end she was actually asking for Maja after we came back. (who was incidentally “occupied” at the time.) Maybe once again I am looking at this Swedish bunch with “a glass half empty” attitude. But I can’t help thinking like this, one of the Swedish guy was drunk one night and greeting me with “Mick Dundee” Australian accent. I am so tempted to turn around in my fake African accent and say “Ah!…….You Zulu?” (In joke between me and my friends back in OZ)

WOW, I never know blogging help so much with keeping me sane. My head is still “done in” by someone but blogging certainly helps releasing the tension. It actually felt strange this is like writing a diary, but rather than secerts that you like to keep, its secerts that I like to share. In a way its like telling a close friend everything that matters to you, and in a way its also a hope that whoever read these pages will also share the feeling that they are getting to know me.

A salute to a friend, a great man and a "Legend"

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=legend

Legend

• Totally worth of respect for any reason;
• Someone or something whose coolness extends beyond all space and time;
• A person who embodies the pinnacle of all the important social aspects. Any person who is funny, reckless, original and sensitive in the right measures is likely to be nominated a legend by his associates. A person to whose persona you aspire.

A salute to our friend Pedro.

Pedro is a Chilean English student whos been with the hostel for over 8 months. Although hes quiet but hes a great guy, and he has alot of qualities would have been a pleasant surprise to all of us.

Sadly, we have to say an abrupt goodbye. (Matter of fact I never even got my chance)

Pedro failed his English course (He needs 6.5 for his EFTL to pass, hes got 6) and have 6 weeks to stay in England to find another course. The day his result came back he spend a weekend in France, on his way back something happened, and heres the story that I was told second hand:

The story goes that Pedro was on a bus, a guy (that he might or might have not known) decided to ask him to mind the bags. This person never came back, the bus driver became suspcious and call the police. Pedro was detained and question. The police saw that his visa was almost expired and also his frequent short trip in and out of the country decided that there is a risk that he might stay behind to work illegally. They cancelled his visa nad gave him 3 days to leave the country.

I feel sad that I never get my chance to say goodbye.

More importantly to those that have the mentality ”You have nothing to worry about if you done nothing wrong…”, I say keep living in your cocoon! I will laugh when it burst one day!!! 

A salute to a friend, a great man and a “Legend”

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=legend

Legend

• Totally worth of respect for any reason;
• Someone or something whose coolness extends beyond all space and time;
• A person who embodies the pinnacle of all the important social aspects. Any person who is funny, reckless, original and sensitive in the right measures is likely to be nominated a legend by his associates. A person to whose persona you aspire.

A salute to our friend Pedro.

Pedro is a Chilean English student whos been with the hostel for over 8 months. Although hes quiet but hes a great guy, and he has alot of qualities would have been a pleasant surprise to all of us.

Sadly, we have to say an abrupt goodbye. (Matter of fact I never even got my chance)

Pedro failed his English course (He needs 6.5 for his EFTL to pass, hes got 6) and have 6 weeks to stay in England to find another course. The day his result came back he spend a weekend in France, on his way back something happened, and heres the story that I was told second hand:

The story goes that Pedro was on a bus, a guy (that he might or might have not known) decided to ask him to mind the bags. This person never came back, the bus driver became suspcious and call the police. Pedro was detained and question. The police saw that his visa was almost expired and also his frequent short trip in and out of the country decided that there is a risk that he might stay behind to work illegally. They cancelled his visa nad gave him 3 days to leave the country.

I feel sad that I never get my chance to say goodbye.

More importantly to those that have the mentality ”You have nothing to worry about if you done nothing wrong…”, I say keep living in your cocoon! I will laugh when it burst one day!!! 

Hilltop Hoods

Just a quick update, went to the Hilltop Hood concert at Shepherd Bush. To those who dunno Shepherd Bush is pretty much the place where Australian gaters along with Nottinghill and the surrounding areas, I find it ironic that most there is an Australian “Ghetto” in London and they find dislike in immigrants concerntrating in certain areas, but I will save the rant for another time.

 

Overall was a great concert, not sure I really enjoyed so many drunk Australian in one room but the music is definitely good.

Highlight of the weekend is the amusing French girl Angelique. She spoke broken English but at least she spoke enough to have a conversation with. Well the only person she does not understand is with me, for some reason she doesn’t seems to able to understand my English, she kept claiming that my English is badly assented but she can hear other Australian just as well. Funny girl, her creamy tuna pasta is also very nice too.

Anyhow, bed time….. 

   

The week that was

Nothing really too interesting to talk about. Stefan ( the guy I am replacing) is just finishing up with Tiscali this week, so from now on I am flying solo. Its going to be interesting but I will managed. Also find out that the places here serves double shot so I really go under quick.

After 6 weeks in the hostel, someone finally decided to shag in my room and to be honest I am a little underwhelm. All I can remember is that my Swede bartender roomate decided to bring a girl “home” and decided to shag her on the top bunk of the bunk beds at 2:00a.m. in the morning. It was interesting as they both Swedes so I have no idea what they saying, its only afterwards my other Swedish roomate told me that the guy was “hustling” for a little special cuddle with the girl in his bed, the girl was pretty relutant but I supposed once you take your pants off and jumped into a guy’s bed, everything follows is a “foregone” conclusion.

I feel sorry for “Suffa”, the south African roommate that have to sleep in the bottom bunk. I would have pop my head up and asked “Hey guys! Can I join in?” I mean really theres no point being mature when you are being put in such an imature situation. (Or maybe I am just getting old. )

I really should look at moving out of this place, but something just keeps me here. Maybe its the characters in this place that makes the place fun; like Allan the Scottish receptionist that I only figure out 50% of what he saying because of his accent. In return my classic “Williamism” will baffled him to the point where he asked “what the fuck are you going on about?” Its almost like we talking to each other but conducting two different conversations. Heres an example:

Settings: 11:30 p.m. Allan and Kate (Allan’s girlfriend) was asleep in his room, I knocked on their door.

*Allan opens door looking half asleep*

Me: “Sorry I thought you guys were awake cause I heard music.”

Allan: “What music?”

Me: “Do you have any DVDs?”

Allan: “What DVDs?”

Me: “You know….. the ones that used to be in my room.” 

Allan: *still looking really baffled* “What? what DVDs, dun have any DVDs.”

The thing that leads to this conversation is because we (thats me and my roomates) were looking for the DVDs that used to be in our room. (In fact they were actually Jimmy’s, the Australian roomate who recently left the country who most likely took the DVDs with him) Suffa suggested that they might be in Allan’s room (They live next door and sometimes borrow a few DVDs) so I went next door to knock. And the music I was referring to is from outside the window and mistken it as coming from Allan’s room.

Cut a long story short, I learned a bad habit of mine: I assumed people know what I am thinking and will open a conversation with statement like “Awesome! Do you have more?” without introducing the context first.

I guess thats why my friends all think I am so “random”, where in fact my brian is wired in such a way that it think faster than the mouth can catch up.  

Winding road.

“Winding road” is the imfamous “Engrish” pencil case I used to have in High School. It was imfamous is that it’s Japanese designer ironicly use really bad English to dispense wisdom that life is a “Winding road”. Its hard to explain unless you see it, I probably should move on.

The boring stuff 

Lets get the not so much fun update out of the way: Told my boss in Tiscali that I don’t think the roles for me, since the guy that I am replacing is leaving next week so rather than leave them in the lurch in a few months time when I walk away I rather tell them now. Robert (the finance director) took the news ok and would like me to stay and wrap up the ongoing I-procurment project before I leave, which should be in a 2-3 weeks or so. So I am back talking to agents soon, there goes my plan in moving out.

On another front an express package arrived and in it are my payslips from Qantas. 30 pages of it covering the period from 01/07/06 to the day I left. My mum managed to found them all and mail it to me!! Where would boys be without their mothers!!!

 The Interesting stuff

Its Gaia’s last weekend with the hostel, shes been one of the coolest gal in the hostel and everyone’s going to miss her dearly! (Especially Maja) So this weekend’s theme is either garbage or school uniform party.

Before the party I also met up with Sarah. I invite her to the hostel for the party, she also find out why you really should not buy me a beer. (I absolutely hate beer) We cooked a bit of pasta at the hostel after the pub dinner we have and join in with the rest of the hostel in the silliness thats ensure. As for the night it was good, I recalled that I was really trashed and crash back to my bed at around 1:30 a.m. feeling a massive headache, otherwise the night was great.

    

As the pics tell you, everyone has an awesome night out! It be nice if that French girl can speak a bit more English.

Saturday I was out at the south bank of the thames for the Thames festival. Sunday I was out at Portobello road markets. Both day was under great English summer weather and with more weather like this, I can probably stay here forever. Bought a new leather jacket today as well so it might make a show on this blog here at sometime!! 

  

On a final note the Swedes are moving out this weekend, they finished the bar course so its all over for them. As much as I hate them as a group but there are a few characters I like amongst them. Well they will be missed in a strange way, but we are getting another group in a weeks time….. 

Well thats the interesting bit of the weekend. On a more serious note someone pointed out to me that I am a little bit “cold”, non-passionate person thats quite detached. I think “Aloof” might also be the right words to descrbe me. I have to admit I have always been a “closed” person and always on my guard, that explains alot about my uptight and rigidness. I always wonder why some people can make friends and great company so easily while it takes a bit of time with me. I guess it might just take me a bit of time to warm up! Alochol is a great way to warm up, if I can still walk by the end of it that is! Maybe I am just being me again, over-analysising every situation, sometimes I should just hang on and enjoy the ride. (On the point of “Rdie”, has anyone heard of the rodeo joke

As I moved along the “winding road”, my path intertwined with my fellow travellers. They come and go as I moved along this road, all of them teach me something about myself.

Till next time, have fun!

Will 

 

Road Trip!

What a way to finish a week of work with a road trip.

Me, Tarkan, Zisis, Allan and Gaia decided a day out of London is a good idea, and I am glad it was too!

Original plan was to travel to Stonehenge and than Bath to see the Roman ruins, but we have a change of plans (Well we as in Tarkan, but hes driving and we really dun mind where we go) and head east to Ramsgate, Dover and Broadstairs. Love to see the sea!!! We picked up the car from Russell Square at 10:30, departed the hostel at 11:00 but took us around 30 mins to get out of inner London, man it sucks driving in London! In the end we finally get out of London:

First stop is the seaside town Ramsgate at east England. Its nice to see the sea and walk on the beach again after nearly a month in London. Fish and chips here are also great and way way cheaper and better than what you pay for and get compare with London!

 

Its nice to see the beach again! Even in nothing but a coolish English summer day!! Next stop after we stop at Broadstairs, home of a few Charles Dickens novel. (David Cooperfield comes to mind) A quick afternoon drink and to enjoy the English sceneries.

  

Onto the white cliffs of Dovers, I always wonder why England wasn’t overran by invaders throughout the centuries consider how close it was to mainland Europe, (You can see France on a clear day -apparently) all you can see are massive lime stone cliffs and bloody well fortified terrians.

   

The town Dover itself aren’t that lively, but I have to say the cliffs are great and definitely worth seeing if you intended to catch a ferry to Calais. After Dover we decided to go back to Broadstairs and have a very traditional “English Pub Meal”. Hmmm….. Rump steak on special….nice!!!

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Its a great road trip, everyone have fun! Great to get out of London and see the sea and remind ourselves how “life” is like. Country town in England really give me a sense of how different London is to the rest of England. Its sleepy, folks are simpler, alot more easy going and the lack of logical layouts of roads. All of them are great guys (and Gal Gaia ), all of them remind me of a simple fact: friends enrich your lives, in the end without them life would be dull and blend.

I will missed these guys when we all moved on. I also missed everyone of my friends, those that I worked with, those that I played with, those that I grew up with and everyone that I called a brother and sisters. It hard leaving them all behind. Damn, I have to fight back the tears….. 

What they exposed to:

• My “Random” thought process;

• My ability to sleep anyway (yes in strip joint);

• The ability to selective “hear”;

• My uptightness ( I sweat over the smallest of things).

I am ready for Europe, but is Europe ready for me?

We got back to the hostel around 11:00 p.m., and this is my welcoming party……

 

I have half my eyebrow shaved once when I was drunk, but giving each other drunken impromptu public haircuts really take the cake. I will spare you all the aftermath where they prance around in female underwear. Sometimes I really like to pack these guys in a cannon and fire them back to Sweden.  Them crazy Swedes I tell you……

 

Home office: 1 Me: nil

Well, just got my letter back today from the home office, my HSMP got knocked back because I didn’t provide them with payslip. I did provide them with bank statements but I didn’t fill in the “compelling exceptional circumstances” to consider the bank statements. I dunno, might have to use my London income instead…… Sigh…….. there goes the initialtive…..:(

A new day begins

Well, first week of work. Relief that I am finally working, YES. Exicted? Not really. Some reason I find the role a little bit plain and Mundane, I was a bit disappointed that I don’t really find it challenging. As my boss/mentor Andrew from my time with Marsh advised me: System Accounting never really challenge me before, so its not going to posed as a problem to me now 3 years on. Will stick it out for month or two and see.

So the tube been striking for 72 hours? Have the whole city shut down for 72 hours. Well, not quite, there are a few tube line still running but most people just ended up on the bus. Most tube stations can be connected by buses anyway. Hell, I dun even feel any ill effect, I walk to work….

A mirage in London

“Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me….” Queen (You should know the song)

The last couple of weeks been really good, lots of good people, good parties and lots of sleep!!! Spent the last 3 weeks in a state of idleness and of no responsibility, it felt great! Just have to figure out where to get more money!

As all good things has to come to an end at some stage, this Astor Museum been a great place to me, great people, great social and I have never felt lonely or without purpose for my last three weeks. However all of these people are only here by circumstances and eventually everyone will depart and follow their own paths.

For example Gaia the hot Italiano will go back to Italy in 2 weeks to continue her study, Maja and Tess the two Swedish blond girls will leave November for Australia for a long holiday, and who knows where they will go after. Zisis, Tarkan’s buddy and my fellow Australian friend for the last 2 weeks will be gone as well after another 2 weeks to travel to Greece. “Wanker” (Kalle), the swedish bartender roomate whos spend his spare time working on chick, Simcity or pornography (hopefully not all at once ) will return back to Sweden on November. The Aussie roomate James will leave in 2 weeks for a 7 week trip around South Africa……

Anyway, I think you guys get the picture.

It is sad to see that people that you like and bonded will leave you in due time, but than again such is the nature of the hostel as we are all here due to our circumstances. Hopefully one day I will catch up with them, but its been fun few weeks.

Now I gotta start looking for a place to move out to, somewhere more long-term and somewhere I can call “Home”.

As for regular update, I will give you in point form:

* Went to Karaoke last night at the Bowling Alley place, good times. All the Swedes from the bar course staying in the hostel got “chuck out” because they were too drunk, now I learned its not fun to be sober amongst drunks; :-/
* A birdy told me that certain Swedish character (mentioned on my blog before) went into the staff room and ended up getting SEXY! with another Swedish character, will have to get more cofirmations.

Damn, most of these Swedes are like borned in 1987! I am actually old enough to remembered what happened when I was 9 and went to Tokyo Disneyland! Man I am surround by a bunch of babies!!   :roll: