“When the bunk beds rocking dun come knocking…..”
…..is nice in theory.
Normally we are a tolerant lot in A7 so we understand if you need a quick hanky-panky session we will let it slip. What is not cool is that you decided to be drunk, bring home a girl late Sunday night/early Monday morning, proceeded to shag her for the next 2 hours, have a short post shag nap and sit up and chit-chat at 6:00 a.m. in the morning, especially when the room has 4 other people trying to get some sleep!
Jimmy gave his piece of mind to those two, I didn’t say anything but I totally agree with them. Next time if it carried on I think only two viable solutions are either a bucket of water or a knock and say “Hey guys can we join in?? How about menage a trois?? 
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*NB: According to Angelique, it does not mean “threesome”. It means “mixed person” which makes no sense in French! I guess its very much like Engrish or http://www.hanzismatter.com/ except in French.
Danielle: If you reading this, I wouldn’t want your old bed back…….
The hunt continues
The depressing hunt goes on……for a flat that is.
I must have seen like 15+ places by now, 4-5 of these are what I like to live but I guess if it’s a place you like to live in there will others too! Most important of all is looking for a flat is more than just looking at how many bedroom and bathroom inside this flat, it also about looking for the right flatmates as well!
Sometimes I wondered whether I am being Chinese plays a part in the perceptions of me as a flatmate. TBH I HATED how Chinese landlords done their place up, I loved a flat where there is a living room, plenty of space and not share by 10+ Chinese students from UCL!
I am just thinking too much now…. looking for a flat is about perseverance and since I am in no hurry to move out, should really take my time to find the right place. (Contrary to the philosophy of dating girls. ) Although I am tempted to goto an agency and find a flat I like, sign the lease and look for a flatmates myself. Having said that I am not sure do I actually wanted to be the name on the lease.
“The same shit, different bucket”
Saturday night was an interesting night, I was basically the “pillow” for a pass-out Swedish girl. Sounds nice in theory but really gets you no where, I will explain later.
Imagine it is the first proper weekend you spend in London and you are in your early 20s, it could be quite an overwhelming experience. When you are surrounded by 15+ of your fellow countrymen around the same age bracket as you, you usually end up doing stuff that you probably won’t do back home. “Edward Wine hands” are probably one of them.
“Edward Wine hands” is an age honoured hostel initiation rite where the subject cello-tape 2 bottles of cheap wine to their hands. The bottles are not removed until both bottles are consumed. As you can imagine going to toilet is a challenge and gives the participant great incentives to finish both bottles of wine ASAP.
If one word comes to mind about Saturday night, it would be “Destructive”. (Although “Annihilation” comes close) I think around 3 – 4 people spend the night chucking their guts out and that night I have to look after one of the girls that is an unfortunately participant to Wine-Hands. (Quick note: cheap red are not good for wine-hands, even if you are doing one bottle only)
So for the rest of the night I kept this girl company when the rest of the drunks go out to clubs. *sigh* Why am I such a sucker? Why do I always like to give attention and care to people in all likelihood will not return it? Why am I always the nice guy that fixes girl up, put them back on their feet and only have them get fuck by the bastards?
Ladies, you keep complaining about men being “bastards” and not caring about how you feel. Guess what? You lot are only getting what you deserve! If you really wanted to break this vicious cycle, take a closer look at who you fucking.
To be fair, this girl probably never really asked for my attention in the first place, so as usual I am barking up the wrong tree, I will bark up the right tree one day.
We really needed to ban Wine-Hands from now on! Nothing good ever come from it!
“Now is the winter of our discontent”
I still remembered a few weeks ago Kaz commented that this hostel feels like a “family”, boy a few weeks is sure a long time!
Over the last few weeks, almost all the regulars are getting ‘fed up’ with the hostel (staffs and weeklys) and just like to “get out” Part of the reason is that 2 of the Swedish/non-Swedish hook ups is not boding well. One of this looks like in the category of “busted-up”, the other one is in a stage of being “rocky”.
In a way hostel hook-ups are inevitable as humans do need companionship to survive, but such hook-ups have its pitfalls:
See in the early stages of a “conventional” relationship, you have a few “dates”where you go out and have fun, maybe invite them back to your place for the night and eventually once you are sure of your feelings you invited them into your life.
A “fling” on the other hand is where you crash straight into each other’s arms, have massive amount of fun and once its all over go your separate ways and maybe not see each other again.
Hostel hook-ups are a special type of animal: it is somewhere between a “fling” and a “relationship”. You have fun like a fling but you also see each other everyday like a relationship.
The problem is when the wheels fall off the hostel hook-up wagon, you still have to see each other! If both parties can understand this consequence of Hostel hook-ups and have the maturity to handle it when it happens than everything should be alright.
Unfortunately in a place where everyone is below the age of 25 and with copious amount of alcohol, hormones and drugs floating around maturity is the last thing you be expecting. When a hostel-hook-up fall ass over tits than unfortunately everyone will have to cope with the fallout, which is what happened to A5 over the weekend. (What is the issue with A5 anyway? I think we needed to wall A5 in to save the rest of the hostel from this bunch of menaces.)
IMO all the regulars here are feeling trapped. Hostel living is great fun for a short while but it does get on your nerves if you end up seeing the same people everyday. Just imagine it being like school except you also have to eat/shit/sleep with these people everyday as well, including the guy/gal that you like to smash your face into a brick wall vice-versa.
I think Sanna (One of the Swedish bartender) have the secret to living in a hostel: Have a life outside it! She works most days and has a boyfriend outside the hostel she spend time with, as a result she is hardly seen around the hostel.
This is why I am looking forward to moving out, its time for a change.
Weekend in brief? My ass its brief!!
