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I am
...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
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Sunday, November 05, 2006
My first J-day
I'm back from my hiatus with a home internet connection restored, reeking of cigarettes and beer and leaving a trail of plastic snow where ever I tread. It all started with J-day, the day the first Christmas beer of the year is served by Santa Claus and his elves in restaurants all over Copenhagen. The particular restaurant where I happened to find myself at the time had been decorated as if Santa Claus himself had exploded all over the walls. Hours of drunkenness and Christmas carols later, my cell phone was gone but that was a lesser loss than my buddy Si's who had to endure "bloody sausage" jokes after an interlude with a Danish lady with overly enthusiastic hands in the park.
When the plastic snow in the bar had miraculously turned into slush, we were kicked out and I spent the night on the floor at a friend's place together with eight other people. The proximity to the wooden floor not only left me with bruises but also apparently triggered some really vivid IKEA dreams that lasted long after I returned from the trip. While I was tossing and turning, Remy (who had come to Copenhagen on Saturday morning especially to meet me) was wandering aimlessly through the streets without a means of contacting me now that my mobile was gone. It's now the second time I have left him hanging and I'm afraid that he will think it's a pattern forming.
More Christmas beer, a broken bar lamp, and shots, that tasted like Lysterine and licorice, were the return path to Drunksville. While I was only journeying through though, some of my friends decided to settle down there and buy houses. Less metaphorically: two people passed out in the hallway and Si spent more than half an hour to return from a club that was 2 minutes way, banging on the neighbor's door at 6 in the morning to let him in (because name signs are not that obvious). 3 out of 4 Drunksvillers agree: Si's cut out for mayor.
posted by Bunny at 9:07 PM
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Monday, August 07, 2006
Hi, my name is...
...Annie and it’s been six weeks since I had internet access at home. It has been tough and I have often felt the urge to stop by an internet café for a quick fix but I could fight the urge by engaging in displacement activities such as freezing my ass off at a reading on a houseboat, extended walks through Berlin, hanging out in cafes and continuing my quest for the best Vietnamese restaurant in Berlin (Oh, Monsieur Vuong, I will never forget my first…).
It has been unsettling to be forced to give a single discussion partner your undivided attention instead of sending IMs to s7 different people in 5 min intervals while surfing the web but gallons of alcohol have eased the transition. Furthermore, friends, who would have never dreamt about visiting me in London, are drawn to Berlin like moths to an industrial-strength bug zapper. Berlin is oozing with so much coolness that it even permeates an unfortunate geekgirl like me.
posted by Bunny at 6:46 PM
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
It's a new dawn... after a binge drinking toga party night
England did not kill me but it certainly robbed me of one or the other useful brain cell but this is all over now and alcohol has become a distant memory as I sit in a hotel room in some remote suburb of Cologne. As a creature of habit, I am disoriented when my routines are replaces by a new office, new desk, new colleagues, new systems and new ways of doing things. And worse, it will take me longer to get used to my new life this time because Cologne is only be a short stop before my final destination. I will move to Berlin in July with another new office, another new desk, and other new colleagues. And while I can barely stand up straight due to the weight of my situation's finality, I also feel very grown up to be finally under a permanent contract.
posted by Bunny at 7:50 PM
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Sunday, June 18, 2006
England wants me dead.
First, it was random cars approaching at supersonic speed while I was looking the other direction as I was told in kindergarten. Then, England sent out its army of deadly pollen choosing a tree in ront of my window as their military basis. While their attacks provided me with opportunities to gauge out my itchy eyes during my sleepless, snot clogged nights, it did not entirely finish me off. With only a couple of days left on this island, I was not letting it get to me.
... or so I thought: My first spa day ever turned out to be much less relaxing than I expected. The massage was nice but, then, my face got eaten by chemicals and iced pink toe nails happened. The horror! Strangely enough, I survived this disfiguring experience but this will all change on Friday: I will certainly die of shame when nobody shows up to my farewell party because they have more interesting things to do. In the end, it's not Enland that's gonna kill me, it'll be the World Cup.
posted by Bunny at 9:24 PM
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Same old, same old
I just noticed that I forgot my blog's birthday. But then again I tend to forget all kinds of anniversaries because I find them meaningless. However, this blog has lasted a whole year longer than my longest relationships so I would understand if it withheld sex from me as a punishment for not buying it a present. Luckily, a blog can't do that and this is one of the reasons why our relationship has lasted as long as it already has.
Lots of things have changed since I first started to publish my drivel on the web: I am single, I don't hate my flatmate, I earn money, and I don't binge on coke (the drinkable kind) any more.
Even more things are the same as in 2002: I live in England (again), sit in front of the same old laptop, my diet still consists of frozen pizza and nothing actually happens which is worthwhile to blog about.
These are today's minutiae that "Much Ado" has to put up with:
I got an email from the Brussels HR to inform me that they are finally going to pay me last year's bonus. After taxes, I will be able to buy a stick of gum for it. Working hard has never felt so rewarding.
At lunch I sat at a table with both the co-worker I claim to find hot to get a break from the wannabe matchmakers in the office and the co-worker that I'm actually attracted to.
TF called me and we complained about work for 77 minutes.
I expect my blog to file for divorce on the grounds of boredom any day now.
posted by Bunny at 1:47 AM
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Sunday, February 19, 2006
London experience #3
On Saturday I indulged in an old English tradition together with my flatmate S and her adorable friends: the pub crawl. At 2pm we arrived at our first pub. Slow but persistent drinking led to the desired state of intoxication later that day and at the penultimate pub of the crawl, I even engaged in a (one-sided) conversation with Tom the pub cat which, for some reason, wore a Shakespearean collar. "Nobody lovsh me but you doooo, right, little kitty?" I slurred and scratched his black-furred chin. Tom only looked slightly embarassed for me before he left mid-sentence. Without a starched collar to call my own, I probably wasn't posh enough for him. Well, it's his loss.
On my way home, some Tube workers took down a man in a blue kilt while some embarassed Japanese tourists had to walk around the lot of them. On the train, a man held his girlfriend's index finger while focusing his attention on his other hand which was busy playing a golf game on his cell phone. London at night is positively surreal.
posted by Bunny at 11:26 PM
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