bunkhouse!

took the megabus to manchester. nice. as. fuark.
none of the lively girls i had to sit beside with on my way to cardiff (i'll get to that later. if i felt like it.).
walf way though, a man with his daughter took the seats across mine.
the girl had those sweet little girl voice. her english accent doesn't help either. maybe around 5 or 6.
yet, throughout the bus ride she mumbled about some of the most depressing things.
couldn't ask about them myself. his dad is kinda big.
at first she was talking about her snoring. she asked her dad,
"will i ever stop snoring, papa? did i snore loud?"
then she went about, how her friends somewhat made fun of her out of that during a sleepover.
i felt like bitch slapping her friends and say, "no! she had the cutest snores ever!"
but of course i didn't. her dad just said to her, "no worries. you'll grow out of it."
she mumbled a few times, "what if i didn't?".
you will, kid. you will.
by the way, she never slept for the whole journey.

most of the time she played with her dad's iphone or something. those imitating apps.
some of her shit was quite funny. most of them were about her and her dad.

then after about 3 hours in or so, she started to get bored.
"papa, where is mommy?"
shit just got real.
"are we going to mommy's place, papa?"
then she started to mention about her mom in her imitating game.
being a pessimist and not a romantic person, i just assumed it was a divorce.
fuck divorces!
i can't force it on anyone but if i were going to have a kid, i'll make sure to never marry a woman that would ask for a divorce.
and of course, i'll be a dad who will never cause one to happen in my kid's life.

at the end of the bus trip, i didn't get the chance to even see her face. even with reflections all around the windows.
but i could safely assume she was one of those cute ones that would grow up into princesses from the smile a girl in front of her gave while they were on their way out of the bus.

another notable character in there was this guy that had these interesting ways of saying "fuark". besides that, it's how he just called a girl named stephy, and asked her to pick him up later in manchester.
shit you not, the girl was absolutely unsure about doing that from the way the dude talk around, sway off topics a bit, and then start to order with a hint of begging in them.
he even called the girl a few more times later for confirmations, like,
"you'll be there will you, stephy?"
"i'll be there at 9. be there okay?"
"thank you so much, loves. owe you one! nice. as. fuark."
oh well. the dude was a bit loud but decent enough to thank people and not being rude.

unlike that girls i had to sit with on my way to cardiff. they started out loud even before the bus started to run.
reading her friends facebook status out loud like that and then makes remarks of them. if you were going to read and then harshly comment on them, do you think other people care and wouldn't be bothered about it?
then they started to play those kids games. something like "i spy you with my eye" and shits like that.
i was kinda ok with that. 5 hours of sitting still in companies of best friends? No problem.
but when obnoxious words mixed in unnecessarily, better off shut up.
i was hoping for the bus controller to do something about them but it seems like it was not only me who were intimidated by them.
thank god for my ipod!
from how they went from just being loud to acting out weird (ahaha I couldn’t describe them in words), i deduced that they were just having bladder problems.
they did went on and on about how the on board toilet stinks.

cardiff was nice. people there were chill and friendly. much more relaxed than the fast moving london.
and maybe i should mix with people around me more. fuck i am a social retard.
i swear i could have at least get this french girl number or facebook.
she had the bed on top of me. entered the room together. the next morning, while i was getting breakfast she was just standing there looking at toaster which was just beside me!
me? aw hell no that bowl of cereal and a bottle of milk were much more interesting than that cute girl who was literally waiting for me to start some shit, or just some small talks.
fuck! we had eye contacts. we smiled. but i just couldn't bring myself to say a simple, "hi, that was a nifty toaster! 4 breads a go? wow."

GAAAAH!



meh.

anyway, that was cardiff. back to manchester.
oh ya about that dude and his stephy, i couldn't see if she did pick him up or not.

my mate who was in charge of our lodging somehow screwed up a lil bit and we didn't booked one in advance.
took a cab, the driver was KIND. as. fuark.
his name is cameron, ya.
it was around 10pm at the time we were in manchester and we know fuck not about it.
unlike, london were everything is reachable by the tube or cardiff which was nice to the feet, eyes and soul,
manchester was like the new york i saw in movies and tv.
everything was seems harsh. it was drizzling cold. and then this dude cameron came.
he helped us looking for hostel for us to stay for the night.
the first hostel we tried they wouldn't accept us because we don't have a card to book a room.
but this dude, he offered to use his card for that! but we couldn't book a room anyway.
so here i am. in whatever this place is called. (YHA. youth hostel association? it's in potato wharf street)
he brought us here, help me ask out for the details and we had a roof over our heads and a cozy warm beds for tonight.
i don't know if that was one of his job scope or he was just seeking out extra money.
couldn't care more. my bladder was full. my feet were trembling. my neck was crying in aches from being stretched and moved around in weird angles in the bus.
thanks bro! may allah bless ya! (ya. he is a muslim.)



all i could say now is,
these bunk beds i had are much nicer than the one i had in alex.
fuck this shit i don't want to leave this place anymore!