Choose the T-shirt

When I went to TigerTiger in the first time,
Two Turkish friends could entered there but
My Asian friends and me could not because of dress code.

I was sure that a bouncer pointed out my male friend.

He said, “My T-shirt on which Sid Vicious was printed must have been bad.”

Oh my god.
Why did you wear this T-shirt!
We are going to TigerTiger.

You should have worn T-shirt on which Johnny Rotten!

……….(- -)

Mother

When I went to the leaving party for my flatmate with my female friend who is about 40 years old,
the boy who I did not remenber his name but I know took a seat in
front of us. He is one of friend of my flatmate.

He was as young as my flatmate.
He might be 21 years old or around this age.

I introduce my friend to him.
He seemed to mistake her name for “Mom”.
So he thought my friend is my mom.
Oh my god…

The boy “What? Are you her mom? Really? Her mom?”

Is he kidding or not?
Is he serious?

He is now on borderline.

The boy “Mom? You look like her friend.”

Oh my god.
Please let him stop talking.

He looked serious.

Me “No, no, no. I said her name.
She should not be my mother!”

The boy “Oh, really? I was so surprised at it.
I thought you came here with your mom.”

………………..

First of all, I do want to say,

I should not come to the leaving party for flatmate with my parent.
I am too old not to take my curator to the party.

I do want to say more strongly than anything,

What a insensitive boy you are!
Sence the mood!

My friend spoke in a whisper to me.

My friend “I wanna kill him.”

Please kill him.

My friend “If he mistook seriously,
he should behave in proper way.”

He should have just apologised behaving sorry.

My friend “There have not been something good for me since I came to London.”

Me “Now you are in the bottom, so you are not going down anymore.
Just going up.”

My friend “My age is going up together.”

……………….

30th birthday

when It was my 30th birthday,
my friend took me to London Dungeon to celebrate my birthday and guess what….?

As far 30th birthday, it is important day for everybody.
It must be big day when generation changes.
It is up to the day to be great life or not for me.

That is whe we went to London Dungeon.

……………….

Guide book said that London Dungeon is an attraction which re-created some of the booldest tragedy in British history.
We paid £15 for entry a each.
It was very expensive.

At the entrance,
the staff made us hold axe and they took a photo.
I am getting worried….
I wonderd if we will not be disappointed of it…..

No, no, no, I paid £15!
It must be fun!

We moved from the room to room with group.
It did not take long time to realize we made a mistake to come here soon.
It was not scaring and not realistic.

We wanted to go out in 30 minutes, but
There were a lot of rooms there.
Those rooms did not stop showing boring attraction to us like a torture.

Why am I in London Dungeon at important first day of 30’s.
I did not expect I celebrat my 30th birthday.

Me “This must stands for boring of my 30’s life.”

My friend felt guilty to take me here.

My friend “I am so sorry……”

Me “This place must not be suitable for birthday.
Though I have enjoyed in London so far, until today.
This is the worst place where we have been to.
It is first day of my 30 years old……first day….”

My friend “But you told me to want to go here, didn’t you??”

I am sure I said that, but it is not to come here in my birthday.
Also you said to want to come here as well.
So this is not only my desire.

Me”I do not mind to come here on 28th or 29th birthday.
But 30th…..no, no, no. It is aniversary…”

I dramatized that I was so sad.

Me “I am wondering why am I here now……”

Sometimes even I wonder why I am in London, but
I have never asked myself why I am in this place more than today.

Where is here…?

An hour later, London Dungeon released us from the torture.
Both of us were so tired.

I sweard to take her to nice place in her birthday in revenge
for her kindness.

Nightmare

I have dreamed since I came to London.
When I was in my country, I had hardly dreamed and I fell asleep as deeply as dead man.
I think I am too nervous for everything even in sleep not to do it in London

Especially, today’s dream was the worst.
I could not understand which it is, reality or dream.

Because I was rooted to the bed by something.

I considered if this is dream or reality while I was rooted.

When I was rooted in my country long time ago,
I tried shouting to make it sure that it is true when we are rooted
I can not make any voice.

“Help! Help!”

I tried my best to shout but I could not hear my voice.
I realized this is real.

From this experience, I shouted this time again.
First of all, I wanted to know if I was rooted or not before I realized dream or reality.

Everything goes smoothly if we get it over from easier way

“Help! Help!”

I tried my best to shout but I lost my vice as my expected.
So I made sure I am being rooted now.

Am I rooted in London?
English ghost got on me?

It sounds interesting…..

Second of all,
I had to make sure if it is dream or reality.
But quite soon, I suddenly felt my weight became heavy and
I was sure that this must be dream when I looked beside.

There was Asian girl cling to my neck……
very tight…..

Asian ghost means this is dream
because here is London and
we could not dream Asian ghost so much here.
It could not happen in reality.
So that is why this is dream.

This was very complicated dream.
I dreamed I was rooted….

As I was getting calm, I gradually got scared.

I suddenly woke up with painful.

I was glad that I woke up from the bad dream.

I fell asleep again, my body was very heavy and
there was Asian girl clinging to my neck again.

Hello again !

If I refresh my mind, I think my fear will despair but
in fact my fear was still with me.

I woke up with fear again.

Then, I fell asleep again.

Asian girl came back!

I was safferd from the fear.

I woke up with strain.

Then, I fell asleep again.

Asian girl join!

This continued from 3am to 9am so that I could not wake up early and
I did not go to language school…..

I must be tired with London Life.

Don’t speak English

Just when I came to London,
there were someone who came from my country and talked to me in English
although there were only two of us.

I could not understand what they want from me.
If there is other people who came from different country,
of course we should speak English.
But what I am talking about is when there are only us.

Most this kind of people were as poor English level as mine.
Nobody who can speak English very well have done like this so far.

Someone “What did you do last night?”

Me “Nothing special.”

Someone “Oh really?”

Don’t ask me if you doubt me.

Someone “I went to the pub yesterday.”

So what?

Someone “very nice.”

Is that all????

I think we are so bad at speaking English that we can not talk something in depth.
If we speak English , we can not do nice talk.
What do you want to hear from me speaking poor English by your poor English?

If you want to speak English and learn English,
you had better talked to people who come from other country.
Not me.

Thriller after school

When I surfed internet after shool everyday as language school student,
there was an European everyday as well.
We knew each other a little, but we had never talked.
He looked good guy.

One day, when I tried to surf internet as usual,
Internet did not seem to work.
As I asked that guy from Europe about it,
he said that it does not work today as I expected.
When I was disappointed of that,
He talked to me with a smile.

guy “You look like Michael Jackson, don’t you?”

What ??????

I wonder if I haerd him by mistake…….
But he said again.

guy “You look like Michael Jackson, don’t you?”

What the hell is he talking????

Did he mistake Michael Jackson for Janet Jackson???
If so, anyway, I am Asian.
But I am sure he said the name of Michael Jackson.
Someone, please tell me something wrong.
I heard clearly he said I look like Michael Jackson.

guy “Hey, Don’t you know Michael Jackson?”

Of course I know!
I can understand without repeat!
What the hell is Michael Jackson?

guy “Your eyes, the ridge of the nose and mouth resemble him.”

I asked him what he said over and over again so that he would have thought
I could not understand him and he show Michael Jackson kindly by a gesture.
It made me get angry.

It is impossible that I resemble Michael Jackson!
Your eyes must be bad.

Me “Your are basterd! ”

When I denied it seriously,

guy “That is Michael! That Michael! His voice are awesome!”

If his voice is great, His face is completely different story.

guy “I like him very much.”

I do not like him!
Where are there any women who are happy to be said that they look like Micheal jackson?

Me “Your are basterd! basterd! basterd!”

Chinease girl sitting next to me might have been sorry for me.
She comforted me with bitter smile.

Chinese girl “She is cute.”

Yeah, yeah, that is right! That is right!
Did you hear that??

guy “Are you from that country, aren’t you ?”

Me “yes.”

guy “I like your country.”

I do hate you!

Do I ….look like Michael Jackson?

By chance

I met my ex-classmate in high school in London by chance.
It was over 10 years not to see her since we graduated from school.
I did not expected I will meet someone who I know here where quite far from my country.

She was so beautiful lady.
I did not notice her with long hair at first but
she is still as cheerful as before.
I was so glad to see her here.
If we had not come to London, we would not have seen each other forever.
Sometimes life is wonderful.

Getting a sense of achievment at my discretion

When I worked in my country,

I used to transfer in some station from grey line to purple line.

There was super long stairs between the lines and

of course there was a escalator beside the stairs as well,

but I had something decided suddenly at first day

when I started working for that company.

That was

to walk up this long stairs without using a escalator.

When I use the stairs, it will be the time to quite present company.

There was no special meaning and in addition,

although I can not usually keep doing anything,

but I kept this promise somehow for a year and 8 months(actually it is not long).

When I went up by the escolator in the day when I quited that company,

I was so impressed.

In every day, unexpectedly it would be fun to spend the time with rule which

you make a arbitrary.

Let’s do this, or Don’t do that and so on.

The less meaningful, the longer you could keep doing it.

When you accomplish your rule,

It could be something significant for you.