Surrealist wee-end

This week-end, my coworkers (except the NERD) and I went on a road trip to Sofia. Beginning of a nice travel...we went through a lot of problems during all the zeek-end but they finally appeared more funnny than anything.

First, we had the good idea to leave Plovdiv without any reservation in a hotel...then no surprise if all the gloomy hostels that we visited were full! We searched during at least 2 fucking hours three places for the night and we finally found them in a dirrty, gloomy but free hotel called the Royal Hotel. We were already having a nervous breakdown, laughing for anything a little weird.

Then, after a good restaurant we didn't plan to go to (because the restaurant we wanted to go was NOT where the touristic guide was indicating it, of course), we came back to the hotel...I tried to sleep in a two-places bed with two girls. I said, I TRIED. It was fucking hot in the bedroom...then I tried to sleep on a coach, near the bed...no way, it was fuking uncomfortable. THEN, I tried to sleep on the floor (carrelage, don't know the English word). It was so fucking cold that, at something like 5.00am, I had to go back in the bed where I managed to sleep for one hour...

Guess what? I was fucking on my nerves the morning after!

We went to the Rila monastery, a beautiful building lost in the Bulagarian mountains, in the south of Sofia. I'm not religious but I must admit it was fucking nice.

I'm fed up...I'll tell you the end tomorrow!

First date with a Bulgarian guy...in 2 hours!

It's official, my coworkers and roommates just put me on a date with a Bulgarian guy I don't know. Well, I almost don't know...

I've met this guy because he came at the French Alliance of Plovdiv, where I work, so as to meet French people and practice his French.

We just had a lunch two days ago, all together, and seemingly, the guy kinda felt in love with me...or almost.

What am I suppose to do??He's not my kind but I'm feeling kinda horny these days as I didn't have sex for 2 months...Fundamental question...

Websites of the moment

Here are some websites I kinda like these times:

- yoox.com : best site ever for buying high-brand clothes to a "reasonable" price, even if I haven't yet ordered a single pair of socks with it.
- hi5: sympathetic site...OK, it's for dating but since I'm kinda single now...
- OkCupid: I love their stupid and teenager-spirited tests. Best stuff: the website is telling you who you're most likely to get along with. LOL.

Should I be ashamed?....Hell, no!

Yesterday, something both funnny and embarassing happened to me.

My roommates and I were planning to spend some time doing nothing and watching the music videos I have in my computer.

I made the mistake to import in my WMPlayer all the videos I have on my computer.

I began to play some of them...

There was a file untitled 'Falcon blabla'. I was trying but couldn't remember what it could possibly be. What's this?

I made the mistake to click on "play". And guess what?

I had gay porn in my computer! I didn't remember that. As soon as the first image appeared on the screen, I thought "Bloody hell, ooooops".

It was one of the funniest scene ever! Of course, my roommates were laughing and I just didn't know where to hide myself... The thing is that the images were kind of VERY explicit.

Anyway, I had a blast and, just thinking about it make me smile now.

Best moment ever since a while.

When someone dares to tell you your truth

Sometimes it hurts when someone you almost do not know tells you without any taboo what (s)he thinks about you... somethings you know but that you do not especially wanna hear about. From a conversation I had yesterday with one of my roommates and work colleagues, I know that I'm:

- "a whore". Because I have this particular "weakness" that is that I wanna be appreciated by a maximum of person, some people perceive my birthing friendship with other people as a betrayal. As a consequence, I'm an emotional whore.

- "a hypocrite". In the sale spirit than the whore, I'm a hypocrite because I get along with someone who's not appreciated. In this kind of situation, the lightest move is thought as a proof of complicity with the hated on.

- "easily influenced". That is, I've no personality of my own. This one was maybe the hardest one to hear...

While some of these remarks were partly true (I also have my defaults, I'm far from being perfect), to hear that from people who pretend to love U is quite hard, because you do not manage to hate them for that. You just wonder whether this is true or false. And in which proportion...

I'm still wondering...

Week-end in Varna

This week-end was one of the best ones… We ran away from Plovdiv and its atmosphere (problems with work colleagues). I left the city with Meryl, one of my roommates whom I get along with, and Claire, one of her friends who just arrived in Bulgaria for some holidays.

The trip was quite weird…

We took the train to Varna at 23.05. We had to share our places, as we hadn’t reserved, with two British guys who were in holidays as well in Eastern Europe. They were quite cool: we had a conversation about the sense of the word ‘bourgeois’ in France, which is obviously different from its sense in Great Britain. While in France, it has a bad connotation, in England, it appears to be the contrary: it means classy, in the old-school way. For example, to have a coffee or French wine in London could be considered bourgeois, while in France it’s kind of normal. Anyway, in France, bourgeois means more ‘wealthy freak’. That is, someone who is rich, traditional, conservative, etc. Someone who don’t wanna know!

The weirdest part of the journey was kind of stressing. A policeman arrived in our room and, as he saw that we were obviously foreigners, he asked for our passports in the nice Bulgarian way (loudly). Of course, I didn’t have mine because I’m…. I’m too stupid I guess. Claire hadn’t it as well… The policeman, with whom it was quite hard to exchange because of the language barrier, made us understand that we would have to go through a police control at the next big train station…at 1.00am. This city was Stara Zagora. Of course, as we were kind of drunk, we didn’t mind: the idea to be blocked in a city lost in Bulgaria, in a Bulgarian police station where nobody speaks English at 1.00am while we were supposed to go to the beach was sort of cool… Mmmm, as we arrived in Stara Zagora, we weren’t happy anymore! Fortunately, we had the marvellous chance to have a cool policeman (the one who wanted to check our passport). Before we arrived in Stara, and as we were drunk, we made him laugh in the train; Claire was telling him absurdities in French and English, I was trying to speak in Bulgarian but wasn’t very successful but we were laughing and it just helped to relax the atmosphere, even if I was far from being relaxed…

Finally, at Stara, he just came to us (we were preparing ourselves to spend the night in the fucking police station as there wasn’t trains after…) and tell us to sit down. The train moved from the city: I felt soooo relieved! The guy came to us after so as to make us understand that we HAD to have our passport with us: he was cool afterwards…

We arrived in Varna at 6.00am and spend a wonderful day, lying in the sun, sleeping, smoking and bathing. On the Saturday night, we went to a Bulgarian club (the ‘Momo club’…no comment!) where Sandy Rivera, the Brazilian DJ was having a show. It was such a fucking great music. Drunk on the dancefloor, I enjoyed myself surrounded by fashionistas and wannabe-jet setters’ people. Not the kind of people I like usually but it was so surrealist that it finally seemed cool.

Sunday: shopping. After a few time on the beach, we had to come back at the hotel of Vladimir, a French-Bulgarian guy who became our friend. I felt sad to live this place where I spent such a good week-end…

Right now, I’m in Plovdiv, trying to write an article about L’Oréal and its success…my life is surreal these days.