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A Comment on the Karma of Niceness.

Its kinda nice right? Doing good deeds? Helping people out in need? Yep makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside huh?

I, for example, was leaving work late with a bulgarian girl two nights ago. She doesnt really speak any English whatsoever (only German and Bulgarian I think). So it turned out her train had been suspended and she had no way of getting home. Instead of running for my train, I try to help her out. I find her a different train to catch and explain to her which bus she needs to get when she gets off the train. As her train was leaving I went to catch my own. Only I couldnt. Id missed the last one. So now I was forced to catch a bus that comes once every hour -.- and I thought good deeds give good karma… -.- Walking out of the train station I saw a middle aged guy looking desperately lost. He was American and didnt know how to get a ticket, let alone how to use our British currency. So I stopped, walked him to the ticket machine and helped him buy a ticket. Then I told him exactly which platform to go to. He was really surprised by my kindness, said “You’re lovely” and ran off (SEE! Im nice!). Another karma point you might think? When I reached my busstop I had just missed my once-an-hour bus. Stupid karma. So I sat in the chilly night and waited.

I couldnt comprehend the logic of doing something good and something bad happening in return. Using this new found logic.. if I did something bad, would something good happen to me?!

The guy next to me at the busstop was also not having the night of his dreams. He was like 17 and sitting there next to a girl he’d probly just been on a date with…or just really fancied, who knows. He kept trying to impress her with goofy comments but was met with an awkward giggle. It was painful to listen to. He’d apparently texted her something in a foreign language a few nights ago (courageous poor fellow) which she had cruelly ignored and met with a cold question mark.

Boy: “You know…you don’t need to take the bus.. you live so close!”

Girl: “Yeeahhh but I don’t like walking home alone.” (this would usually be an obvious invitation, but going from her voice she wanted to get away from the guy as quickly as possible)

Boy: “Oh! I can walk you home!” (very keen awwww)

She hesitated alot not wanting to be alone with him. Then he offered her his arm. Sigh. As they were about to leave, the girl looking increasingly unhappy, her bus (not mine -.-) came. She hugged him briefly and had disappeared in seconds. He stood there waving madly until the bus was out of sight, then shook his head dejectedly at himself and sat down. He quickly texted her something sweet I think and then sat there looking glum. My hopes for him arent high

Well okay to be honest I dont really know lol, I havent been on many dates (im calling a date going out for dinner here). One was with a guy who was like four years older than me, but turned out to be really shy, so I ended up talking to myself all night. Another was a little better, interesting conversation but no chemistry. Ahh.. Typical. But the whole dating thing is a funny thing to discuss really. Peoples stories can be epic as these things can go so well and sooooo wrong. You got any interesting ones world?^^ I bet you do

The London Clubbing Scene

Ive been out twice in the last two weeks. I don’t go out as much as I used to seeing as its the holidays and many of my friends are away and Im working. Now I dont know how many of you have been clubbing in London, but it can be a pretty retarded scene.

The RnB and HipHop clubs in London all have a dress code. Most clubs in London do really (‘cept for the indie hangouts). If you want to go proper clubbing however, not just like to a gig or something, then you have to watch how you dress. Guys: Absolutely no trainers. Never ever. Don’t even think about it. Clubbing for guys is harsh anyway… Not only do you have to pay more in terms of entry fee, you have very little chance of getting in if you dont have girls with you. Yaaaa, its a little screwed up for you guys..! So yes, NO TRAINERS and a shirt is your safest bet. You’d be crazy to go with a hoodie. Girls: Now girls… Oh girlies, London is a slutty city. It really is. With dresscode you differentiate between going for the Glamorous Slut Look ( for the upper-class posh clubs) or the Trashy Hooker Look (the average normal look). Of course Im generalizing and not everyone looks like that but the majority does unfortunatly. Oh and dont forget the killer heels, you’ll feel out when wearing flats.

Uhhh *shudder*

Okay so lets say you’re going clubbing. You’ve dressed up and taken the tube (our underground trains duhh ) into central London, round 10ish (yes I know it seems very early but most clubs – like 90% – close at 3am!!!). You walk along the clubbing district and wait for a promoter to jump on you. “Hey there! Going clubbing tonite treacle?!” There you go. Now remember this: Promoters trick you! (Okay so I know some that don’t but Im FROM London, man Ive just noticed Im kinda writing a tourist guide o.O). So as a tourist watch out they dont scam you!  Just go to a club and stand in the queue.

London clubs differ greatly…theyre really seperated into areas. Posh areas house posh clubs obviously. Take Movida. Movida is near Bond Street (oooooh) and very superficial. People are usually minted and arrive in taxis (no buses or tube here). If you dont look hot enough you dont get into these kinds of clubs. If youre a girl and you look hot you get given a Golden VIP ticket which means free entry. If not you have to pay £20 entry (!!!). Inside its luxury pure. Diamonds on the ceilings, some famous DJ playing and a bigger VIP area than the one for commoners -.-. So my friend and I go in after getting a golden ticket (siiigh, dont say anything) and sit down. We were worried about getting in so we’d come early, it was only 11pm. A guy approaches and gives us his business card. He says hes a promoter and he will put us on his guestlist for next time. We go dance and are approached by a woman. “My client would like you to join him at his table” – We think why not and follow her. We sit down in the VIP area at a table with two fat bankers deep in conversation. They say hi, then ignore us. Unlimited free champagne…well this is feeling cheap. Obviously the only reason we are sitting there is for appearance’s sake. We take the champagne and leave. See….these clubs can be fantastic, glamourous and exciting, but they can also be superficial, judging and harsh. Unlike in London, I havent been clubbing so much in other countries. Maybe its the same. It must be I guess. Every country has sleazy guys that try dancing at you from behind without you knowing. Meh.

Obviously Ive given you a very general, sarcastic and one-sided account here. Dont get me wrong I love London infinitely. Im a serious clubber or used to be and know alotta places. Ive just come to prefer more electro based/ alternative indie spots compared to the cosmo scene Ive previously hung out on. I guess you guys will have to make your own minds up…and even if I did exaggerate (I SO didnt ) there must be some truth in it huh?!

Work, Work, Work.

Ive been waitressing alot which is one of the reasons I havnet been blogging as much as I used to. Well not really waitressing as much as standing behind a till taking orders bilingually and giving out drinks. I can draft the perfect beer now, life skill right there! ^^ Customers vary. There are the complete and utter twatty ones that you just want to push in the Thames (its the river that goes through London, and our beergarden is right next to it) and then there are the nice ones that you dont have to force yourself to smile at. The third category is the funny, drunk flirts. These always brighten up your day seeing as theyre just plain funny. Take Barry (Im sure he told me his name but I dont remember). He was in the beergarden with a large party buying lots and lots of drinks. He refused to be served by anyone else but me though, so I smiled each time and answered politely to the “sooo where are you from? Whats your name? Where do you live?” and allowed him to practise his German on me “Du bist sehr schoen!” (You are very beautiful.) while he was sporting a manic grin. He ended up asking me to dump my job and run away  with him after the party. When I declined he went back to his group dejectedly and the bouncer (yes we have bouncers in our restaurant) asked me “Are you alright, hun? That guy bothering you?” I assured him I was fine and that I could handle it easily ^^ When it was closing time, I stood outside waving off lingering guests when Barry started stumbling towards me. You have to imagine a big guy, wasted, with his arms raised, like a zombie with a hungry look in his eyes. Yep. Lol, I sidestepped before he could get close to my basoomas and he tripped past me and fell. Haha. He then left mumbling an apology. I turned around to see the bouncer laughing his ass off. Typical. -.-

Beer Galore. Jugs of them.

Now this is the retarded type of customer that you just wish not to encounter:

Blonde Lady: So, I want a litre of beer. (We serve jugs of beer)

Lovely Me: Im really very sorry but we only hold a restaurant license which means I can only serve you alcohol after a substantial meal. (I lean towards the menu to make some suggestions when -)

Blonde Lady: What the fuck? Ive been sitting here with my friends for the last 15minutes. Just give me beer!

Lovely Me: Have you eaten?

Blonde Lady: No!

Lovely Me: Well then Im really sorry but I cant. (See how polite?!)

Blonde Lady: Well where the fuck is the info on this licensing thing huh?!

Lovely Me: It says on the first page in the menu. (She was holding it)

Blonde Lady: Why would I look at the first fucking page?! (Siiigh.)

Lovely Me: Look Im sorry if you didnt see the first page (dumb bitch) but all our other customers obviously did.

Blonde Lady: You should put some flippin signs up!

Lovely Me: There are three signs, including one at the entrance. (Man im patient)

Blonde Lady: Well I didnt see any at all! Fine, fuckinghell, I’ll just take some fucking food, okay?!

Yes. Work. People take waiters and waitresses for granted, and still we smile.

Guess who’s back?! Back again! (lalala)

Im back to blogging galore!!

Yep! Today is my in-day and now that its just past 8pm, I’ve realised I have done absolutely nothing. I’m not even dressed. It was so stormy outside today…not only was it pissing with rain, there was some serious lightning action too! So how was my day. Well I didn’t bother getting dressed, just went online and chatted for a bit, checked forums and new facebook pics (damn them^^) and listened to music. Then around 5pm I went to bed again. Slept a few hours and got up an hour ago. Its STILL raining outside -.- what a summer. (ooooh Mr Brightside is playing on the radio YAY) So I decided to blog. Well…I have a pen and paper and I am writing this all down in bed..im classic that way. Im planning to split my post into three entries. That should not only make my blog up to date, but also easier to skim lol. Not that Ive been doing much.. So yes the following posts will consist of “Work”,  “The London Clubbing Scene” and “Niceness”.

(AAAnd yes Mitch, I WILL transfer my posts eventually)

So I hope you enjoy it peeps.

Much love, Peace all round…

Mwah!

Diaries, Cleaning and the Job

Konnichiwa blog.

Soo.. wow, I just wanted to start thinking about the weekend and what I’ve done and I couldn’t remember. How sad is that? Well Monday I went to see a play in an outside theatre. That was amazing to be honest. I miss drama so much..! We watched “Much ado about nothing” by Shakespeare and were surrounded by school kids. Obviously every English teacher out there had decided to take their class to the play on exactly that day. Ahhh.. I went with Raymond and Ciara. Raymond was hilarious…as said, this play was outside…so no roof. Whether it was a bumble bee buzzing passed him (apparently he’s got a phobia -.-) or a pidgeon deciding to sit right above him (who knows where it might crap) he was squirming in his seat the whole time xD LOL. “AAAAhhh!!! Its gonna get me!!”

After the play I went home and was bored. Internet was off. We’re changing providers at the moment you see.. AND my damn TV is broken. In other words I had absolutely nothing to do. Zilch. Even less than zilch. I just sat in my room and thought wtf. So in a crazy spontaneous weird spaz attack I decided to start cleaning my room. At 9pm in the eveing. Now that might not be such a big thing in your eyes…but you havent seen a room like mine yet. Chaos is an understatement. I mean its organized! Just organized on the floor okay?? I have this aversion to working at my table so I work lying sprawled across my carpet on the floor. Meaning papers and pencils and clothes and everything is on the floor. Ya. You get the picture. I dont clean either (well very often) so deciding to do this at 9pm in the evening was a big thing! So the boxes behind my bed were first and wat fantastical thing do I find? An old diary of mine. I keep diaries or try to and have tried to since i was like ten. With not much luck haha…but this little book that I found, with only a few pages covered…was from 2000! I mean I find wicked things in my room all the time! Its like a treasure rove, and old diaries are my favourite finds..but not this old! NINE YEARS? What I read was loverly lol. Something about me being angry with my brother Maurice not letting me build what I wanted in Lego and so I’d locked myself in my room in a fit of rage, written in poor German lol. It was so WEIRD being transported back in time like that! It made me really value the fact I’ve been keeping my current diary so awesomely. Made me realize how important these diaries are…whether it was my first kiss with the absolute WRONG guy xD or the first time I got drunk…or the first time I went clubbing…THESE ARE EPIC MEMORIES MAN and I feel I have to record them So thats wat I’m gonna do. The only problem I had really was this double diary thing of also having a blog. See, as you guys have probly noticed I use this blog in the form of a diary, in other words I write about stuff that is uninteresting and random at times.. but I also have a proper diary that I write in. How to differentiate..? Maybe the blog will just be a database of what I’ve been up to and whats been happening in my life superfically, and my diary will be the analysis and have all my silly feelings displayed inside. Yaa…I think thats what I’ll do lol.^^ So no raunchy gossip for youuu!! (Unless its funny and I just have to tell you!)

So yeah I cleaned and cleaned and found some awesome stuff. Some old nintendo games..a backflipping tiger…a locker coin for the swimming pool…one of those 8 balls (that tells you weird stuff)…and lots and lots of retarded photos xD Coolio. You can actually walk in my room now…I didnt know it was so big!  While trying to get rid of some random books Poodle decided to be extremely helpful and climbed into the box that I was packing. Just made me think how easy it would be to package her along to Japan with me lol.

Poodle is planning to come along I guess^^

So yeah I’m working this weekend oohwee -.-

I guess its a good thing. I’ll have something to do and I’ll be earning some money. Nothing wrong with that huh? Well let me take this opportunity to introduce me to my job. Im a waitress in a bavarian beergarden. Well that sounds fantastical you might think BUT NO! WRONG! Lol. I work long hours for minimum wages in a ridiculous establishment that people mainly come to because we serve the biggest glasses of beer there is. Yes, two-pinter glasses, or better known as beer jugs. Because of this the council forces customers to eat first and then be allowed to drink. Obviously customers are not okay with this. They come to drink and then start shouting at us for making them eat first -.- All in all lol, we get stag parties and people aiming to get mindnumbingly wasted. Dont get me wrong, sometimes it can be hilarious working there…but doing so much work for so little pay is mere slave labour. Ohhh and dont lemme forget what they made me wear last summer.

Yes. Im not kidding.

I wore it for the total of two days before refusing. At first I guess it was funny…but you have to imagine me in it. Im tall okay!? And that thing just about covered my bum…we had lots of happy customers lets just say…but after guys repeatedly started dropping things for me to pick up I just about refused ever to wear that thing again Lol. ^^

So yeah…work will be fun….can’t wait to smile poltitely at beer hooligans trying to flirt their asses off.

I’ll keep you updated world!

(And woo to you if you managed to read this whole rambling thing without skipping stuff!!)

Psych Test – The Hunter

The hunter is a very charming and engaging individual …admired by many but close to very few. For you, love is all about the excitement of the hunt. You are in your element when pursuing others …or when you are being pursued. Gaming is your forte. Testing, bating, disappointing are your tools of trade. You have earned a reputation for being unreliable. Because like a Beagle, when on the scent of a quarry you are oblivious to everything else around you. You have a tendency to take flirting too far …and then back-pedal as fast as you can. Without realising it you play with people’s emotions, when all they really want is a straight answer. You often can’t understand why people consider you to be manipulative and insensitive. Yet your presence is so strong that they often forgive you. Some friends have learnt to tolerate this side of you ..but others have written you off totally.

On the inside, the opposite is actually true. You have an enormous heart which gives freely and you have a great capacity to love. Internally you are questioning and unsure of yourself. Afraid to take a gamble with your own heart. Making decisions are difficult for you. Many opportunities for love are presented to you. But you are often faced with the dilemma …” Do I wait for the one I love … or go now with the one that loves me.” Your indecision leaves you without either.

What?? No way! That’s not me lol.. well maybe a little…noo.. no!

The Hangover and Past Memories

Alohaaa, sorry blog for not having updated you daily but i have done absolutely nothing and so there was nothing to report

Wednesday evening I went to cineworld with my brother to watch The Hangover. Epic movie, its really funny you should definitely go see it. The stories featured of possible things that could happen while you’re wasted were hilarious. These things just make stories, make awesome memories and I couldn’t help comparing myself to the people in the movie. I mean obviously that hollywood version was completely exaggerated and a tiny amount of people could actually get away with all the crap they managed to do in the movie..but it was still kinda fun remembering what you have gotten up to in the past^^ Like whats the worst that uve done? Mine isn’t even close to the movie… from running away from strangers with loveshack vans, jumpin into fountains, breaking into my old school at nite and climbing the roof, breaking into private gardens hoping no one will look out of the window, running away from bars without paying and getting chased by the owner in a moped ..u know the like.. to waking up and finding urself covered in weird bruises.

All in all I kinda find that these experiences define life…for me they play a major part. I have to make stories somehow and I so get off on the adrenaline lol…which can be good and bad^^ I leave things to the last minute just so that I get so stressed out that I go crazy xD I mean I hate procrastinating and all but that doesnt mean that I can make myself start working unless I have to.. in the end I work well under pressure but still, Id prefer it if I’d done the work weeks ago When drunk at a party its a whole different story. I neeeed excitement and if theres none I’ll create it.. its a disease. Hahaa.

This week has been an absolute failure in the excitement stakes. Its embarrassing really. Its like I’m stuck in Nothingville, nothing to do, no job, no money, no stories, no rendez-vous no NOTHING. Okay I’m ranting but come ON.

yep. thats me. its a talent.

So plan is to turn this all around. I’ll start by springcleaning my chaotic den of a room so its actually possible to walk around in it without stepping on something. And then I’ll….I’ll err see….lol. Can’t be that hard to make your day worth talking about.

Wish me luck amigos

Mwah

Kings of Leon and Poodle, the cat.

Waaheeey, I’m back from the concert. Its just past 1am and after some serious monsoon weather, after a really hot day, its still drizzling outside in the night. The concert was AMAZING! Wooo! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH okay lets stop with the groupie act lol. Nahh they really were wicked! Especially the lead singer who is an awesome guitarist. His solos were just plain cool. The O2 arena was packed to the brim (its the biggest concert arena in London) and surprisingly there was a moshpit in the middle of the standing mass. My friends and I had some really good seats near the front so could get a full view of everything. To the end people started crowd surfing in order for the security guards to get them outa the mass of people without them having to wait. It was pretty funny watching them actually, being tossed aside by the crowd and grabbed and chucked out by all the security people. Twats

some album art for you

After the concert we crowded to the tube. Hundreds if not thousands of people trying to get to the only tube station in the vicinity, some half drunk out of their minds and the security team also going crazy under the stress. We finally made it INTO the station and were nearly at the escalators when an announcement came ” To the lady running down the wrong escalotor, if you do not stop we’ll have to call the police and they will arrest you!” People started cheering. The guy on the mic sounded bored but we managed to catch a glimpse of a woman in a blue dress and heels laughing hysterically while trying to run down the escalator but not moving and staying on the spot. She must have made it somehow cause by the time we got down there she was gone^^

Soo I got home and and went to check my mails..on the computer now and sitting in a silent house. Everyone’s asleep. Even the fat cat lying in the chair next to me. Not fat…just fluffy. Flippinheck. Its not really our cat really….more of an adoptive cat. In other words it doesn’t like its owners, only goes there to eat, and stays with us the rest of the time. So yeah my cats name is Poodle. (We found out her real name is Delilah. Wtf. No.) The name came about after the first time I saw her. She was sitting in the garden and looked like this:

Yaaa...this is sorta what she looked like xD

In other words she was a long haired persian cat that had been shaved. Everything was short apart from her head, her paws and the tip of the tail. I nearly screamed when I saw that thing in the garden. You could only really pity a thing like that lol. Well thats why I decided to name her Poodle. See the connection? Months and months laster though all her fur has grown back. Shes actually quite beautiful and majestic looking now. Shes absolutely HUGE tho. Cause she has long hair most of my friends call her the fattest cat theyve ever seen. “Shes the size of a fucking dog!” As Charlie put it. Yes you. How very rude ^^

Well now I’ve managed to tell you about a concert of a band you dont know in a place you dont know and even wrote two paragrpahs about the ridiculous cat of mine. I apologize….lol, but its quarter to two now (I multitask ) and I really have nothing interesting I can think of.

So goodnight world! Sweet dreams

Ring of Fire

Howdy!

Well I had quite the weekend. Guess that was the last part of the all-out partying….and if its not that doesnt really matter either cause im skint now. My overdraft is reaching its limit….and with us booking OUR FLIGHT TO JAPAN this wednesday (YESSS!!!!!) I really can’t afford to have my bank account empty.

Saturday was fun. More so than I had expected actually. Plan was to go to a houseparty that evening seeing as it was my friends birthday. Earlier in the day I met C and seeing as we were bored we went to Portobello Market. The weather was shockingly amazing and I hadnt had expected it to be so I stood there with my stripey dress ober my jeans and thought “Fuck, Im boiling.” For some strange reason everyone else had known that the weather would be fantastic that day. Londoners and tourist were running around in hotpants and mini skirts, all wonderfully fake-tanned (no one in London manages to get a real tan and I’ve only tried fake tanning once. Never again. Just one word. Orange. -.-) and looking beautiful. C and I went to Maccas and while she got an ice-cream I was stupid enought to get a chicken legend. In that heat! Uhh. We walked around and examined the junk that was covering most of the stalls.. Then seeing as the heat was getting worse we bought ourselves some drinks and some more ice-cream lol. The atmosphere was pretty cool, everyone was sitting on the pavement, lounging around enjoying the sunshine while crowds circled and looked at the stalls. We walked aimlessly for a while longer and up a hill which we hardly managed. Seriously how unfit are we!? Panting we reached the top and slammed down on the nearest bench. Bored we started analyzing people walking past “Ha, they have relationship problems look at him walking infront with his head down.” Luckily I managed to convince C to come to the party with me and and we made plans to meet up that evening.

Come 9.30pm we met on the underground and started our journey north east. The place, unfortunately, was waaay out of central. I’d never been there before in my life, London is pretty big you see..kinda worried about how to get  back seeing as trains stop before midnite even. Anyways we got picked up at the bustop and reached the house. The people we met there were wickedly nice. You know when you meet people and just click and genuinely like them in the first moment. Yeah the people there were kinda like that We sat down seeing as the aim of the nite was to play The Ring of Fire. You played that before?? I hadnt lol, but loved it all the same. You sit in a circle and everyone has a full glass of beer (this gets constantly topped up). There are two decks of cards arranged in a circle in the middle of the table and you take turns choosing one. Every card means some sort of action like Bust-a-move or Waterfall, which means the person who picked the card has to start downing his beer and the person on his left starts ect, the trick is you’re not allowed to stop drinking until the person on your right has lol. Yayayaa…so there were loads of rules but the game was hilariously funny. At first I thought “Beer?? How will that work out” but it does. Trust me. xD All in all I had a really wicked time. Ended up taking a taxi home with C and sharing the cab with another guy so it wouldnt be so expensive.

The next day I had the worst hangover. And I never get hangovers no matter what, how much and which things I mix. But maybe cause it was beer…I usually opt for other things at parties lol. Anyways I managed to get home from C’s place without being sick and just fell into bed as soon as I stepped into my room. Few hours later my head was still killing me but I had a rendez-vous (its wat I call meet-ups) with my friend to have ice-cream around late afternoon. I managed to get up and look half way decent, was only a few minutes late and L and I had the most perfect ice-cream sitting by the river. I love summer. I truelly do. I think I’ll have to move to a place that has them all the time ^^ Or I’ll just live above the aquator for half a year and then move down for the other half. Sun all the way man!

Its monday today and I have the feeling today will be good. Charlie phoned and we decided that we’d be booking our flight to Japan on wednesday. Ohhh weee..man oh man. I can’t believe Im booking an 18 hour flight. Sheesh kebab this is really happening! Gotta sort out travel insurance. At the moment I’m waiting for my brother to get back with some food and ice-cream. I’m streaming 90210 at the moment, seeing as C said it was such a cool series gonna sit down and watch it with my brother as soon as he gets back. And tonite I’m going to Kings of Leon with B, L and A – yaaay! Thats gonna be so wicked! Yay again!