Thursday nights are dedicated to Paco's a local bar in the Hilton, Al Ain. With the crazy atmosphere surrounding you, your body takes on a whole new persona. If someone hands you a drink, you drink it. It's not like at home where you would worry about someone slipping something in it. If someone asks you to dance, you will dance. It's like your body has a mind of its' own.
Many a times I have been out and the next day everything is blurry. You wonder what you got up to, what state you were actually in, how many glasses did you break, and the most importantly how many drinks did you actually have. Me and the girls went out last night to celebrate the leaving of ADEC (Abu Dhabi's equivalent to Ofsted) and all the stresses they brought with them. We had survived the week and we deserved a night out. We actually arrived at Paco's later than we normally would, around 11ish, but we knew we would be out till closing.
Here is where the blurriness appears. I do not remember much except having 2 Bacardi Breezers (hardcore ain't I?) and 2 Baby Guinness - a strange liquor shot which is pretty darn tasty. I remember one creepy guy trying to grind his way into my and my friend's dancing moments, and I was forever saying no! or ' go away!'. I'm pretty sure the manager spoke to him cause he stayed away from us later on in the night.
It was a strange feeling waking up this morning and I'm pretty sure I was still drunk at 10am. Why you ask? Well I woke up naked and the first though than ran through my head was 'oh fuck, where am I and where are my clothes?'. After panicking for about a few seconds, I realised I was in my own bed, in my own room, by myself. Crazy huh!
I recently posted on facebook that I'm 'not sure if I dreamt it...but I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in a bar with a pillow last night!'. Turns out I did. Apparently one is such a regular at the bar that I can fall asleep there and pillows and blankets will be handed to me to keep me comfy. If I did that in the UK, the manager or security would probably pick me up and put me in a taxi.
Maybe I can find the girls and see what other shenanigans I got up to last night :)
See you later
Melissa
x
Otherwordly
Friday, 15 November 2013
Sunday, 3 November 2013
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
Slept so Long - Jay Gordon (Queen of the Damned OST)
Saturday night. A night were I would normally spend it planning for the lessons the next day. However, on a rare occasion I had the Sunday off. To celebrate this, me and a few of my fellow friends decided to have a night out; and as per usual we ended up in Paco's. What a surprise! Though hindsight would have been a useful thing to have before I went out. My first omen was drinking wine. Wine is my weakness, my kryptonite. Seriously it makes me so emotional that I cry at everything and anything.
1) 'First cry of the night' award goes to Diesel band and their rendition of Red, Red, Wine (UB40). Sorry guys, but being far away from my parents I was bound to get homesick at some point and unfortunately this was the moment in time were it would decide to appear. My dad. Yes I am a daddy's girl and this song reminded me of him. Whenever this song would be played I could always guess the next words that come out of his mouth "do you know what UB40 stands for?" and if I said no it was result in a long conversation about the 'Unemployment Benefit, Form 40'. My dad has to have the last word and always has to be right. That my friends is where I get my stubbornness from and my bitchy attitude.
2) 'Worst cry of the night' award goes to getting my extensions caught in my hair. Normally it wouldn't bother me getting my hair all tangled up since it happens on a daily occasion. However, add alcohol and pent up frustration to the mix then tears will be the end result. A very pitiful thing to cry at, something I am sure of.
3) 'Very emotional cry of the night' award for the second time goes to Diesel band. Other nights I have listened to them perform Zombie (The Cranberries) and Linkin Park my mind just lost it. Too many memories came flooding back at once and the tears just poured. Childhood memories, recent memories, family, friends, those I left behind. Homesickness what something I thought I would experience at random intervals during my time here.
For now I will be staying away from the wine and stick to other drinks and hopefully the emotional roller-coaster will subside.
Melissa
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
Slept so Long - Jay Gordon (Queen of the Damned OST)
Saturday night. A night were I would normally spend it planning for the lessons the next day. However, on a rare occasion I had the Sunday off. To celebrate this, me and a few of my fellow friends decided to have a night out; and as per usual we ended up in Paco's. What a surprise! Though hindsight would have been a useful thing to have before I went out. My first omen was drinking wine. Wine is my weakness, my kryptonite. Seriously it makes me so emotional that I cry at everything and anything.
1) 'First cry of the night' award goes to Diesel band and their rendition of Red, Red, Wine (UB40). Sorry guys, but being far away from my parents I was bound to get homesick at some point and unfortunately this was the moment in time were it would decide to appear. My dad. Yes I am a daddy's girl and this song reminded me of him. Whenever this song would be played I could always guess the next words that come out of his mouth "do you know what UB40 stands for?" and if I said no it was result in a long conversation about the 'Unemployment Benefit, Form 40'. My dad has to have the last word and always has to be right. That my friends is where I get my stubbornness from and my bitchy attitude.
2) 'Worst cry of the night' award goes to getting my extensions caught in my hair. Normally it wouldn't bother me getting my hair all tangled up since it happens on a daily occasion. However, add alcohol and pent up frustration to the mix then tears will be the end result. A very pitiful thing to cry at, something I am sure of.
3) 'Very emotional cry of the night' award for the second time goes to Diesel band. Other nights I have listened to them perform Zombie (The Cranberries) and Linkin Park my mind just lost it. Too many memories came flooding back at once and the tears just poured. Childhood memories, recent memories, family, friends, those I left behind. Homesickness what something I thought I would experience at random intervals during my time here.
For now I will be staying away from the wine and stick to other drinks and hopefully the emotional roller-coaster will subside.
Melissa
Friday, 1 November 2013
WTF
So last night I did something stupid. Instead of drunk texting, I drunk messaged someone on facebook; and it was terrible. It was that bad that I don't think I could ever face him again.
This is what I meant to say:
I like you. Can we talk?
Instead it came out like a huge pile of ramblings. Its so bad I can't even write it in here.
Well I am most definitely crazy now!
This is what I meant to say:
I like you. Can we talk?
Instead it came out like a huge pile of ramblings. Its so bad I can't even write it in here.
Well I am most definitely crazy now!
Saturday, 19 October 2013
Let me dream forever....
In the shadows it awakes the desire
But you know that you can't realize
And the pressure will just keep rising
Now the heat is on
Within Temptation - Where is the edge?
As usual I had that dream again last night, and surprisingly it had lasted a little bit longer. I have copied the dream into this post and I will continue from there.
As I stared out to the ocean before me, I could feel someone's eyes boring into my back. I slowly faced towards him and I could his eyes begging for me to take his out-stretched hand. My body seemed to know what it wanted as my legs started to move towards him. The closer I stepped towards him, the more my body felt alive. Why was I reacting this way? He must have decided that I was taking too long to reach him, as he moved so quickly his body was pressed against mine. Soon as we touched it had felt like time had stopped. His hand grazed against my cheek, and with a sweet caress I melted into him. I gazed into his soulful eyes; I knew I was home. Without any warning his lips swept across mine.
I reciprocated the kiss, and I could feel the power radiating from him. Dominance. That was what he wanted. In that moment I was willing to surrender to him. My control was slipping away. In one swift movement, I was placed upon a blanket. Surrounded by the calm, gentle waves and only the moonlight glow in sight, I realised we were most definitely alone. With my heart pounding, I could make out the features off his face. Finally I could see what he looked like, but once I saw his eyes, I was lost. I moved my hand to reach out to him, to bring him closer to me, but his grip stilled my movement. His lips parted and a small word was released. 'Patience'. Patience for what. My body was getting restless. Was I to wait for him to make the first movement. I couldn't wait. I needed him. I tried to speak but my words were stuck in my throat. The grip on my body was liberated, his hands moved slowly from my waist up to my face, and a finger was placed upon my lips. Gazing at his face, I noticed a crooked smile. What game were we playing. I was prey for the lion, for him. He had hunted me and now he wanted to toy with me.
And that was as far as I got. I have a rough idea who this guy is but hopefully tonight I will dream more and my suspicions will be confirmed.
But you know that you can't realize
And the pressure will just keep rising
Now the heat is on
Within Temptation - Where is the edge?
As usual I had that dream again last night, and surprisingly it had lasted a little bit longer. I have copied the dream into this post and I will continue from there.
As I stared out to the ocean before me, I could feel someone's eyes boring into my back. I slowly faced towards him and I could his eyes begging for me to take his out-stretched hand. My body seemed to know what it wanted as my legs started to move towards him. The closer I stepped towards him, the more my body felt alive. Why was I reacting this way? He must have decided that I was taking too long to reach him, as he moved so quickly his body was pressed against mine. Soon as we touched it had felt like time had stopped. His hand grazed against my cheek, and with a sweet caress I melted into him. I gazed into his soulful eyes; I knew I was home. Without any warning his lips swept across mine.
I reciprocated the kiss, and I could feel the power radiating from him. Dominance. That was what he wanted. In that moment I was willing to surrender to him. My control was slipping away. In one swift movement, I was placed upon a blanket. Surrounded by the calm, gentle waves and only the moonlight glow in sight, I realised we were most definitely alone. With my heart pounding, I could make out the features off his face. Finally I could see what he looked like, but once I saw his eyes, I was lost. I moved my hand to reach out to him, to bring him closer to me, but his grip stilled my movement. His lips parted and a small word was released. 'Patience'. Patience for what. My body was getting restless. Was I to wait for him to make the first movement. I couldn't wait. I needed him. I tried to speak but my words were stuck in my throat. The grip on my body was liberated, his hands moved slowly from my waist up to my face, and a finger was placed upon my lips. Gazing at his face, I noticed a crooked smile. What game were we playing. I was prey for the lion, for him. He had hunted me and now he wanted to toy with me.
And that was as far as I got. I have a rough idea who this guy is but hopefully tonight I will dream more and my suspicions will be confirmed.
Friday, 18 October 2013
Should I really be doing this??
Probably not...thank the gods for spell-check right now
So it's 1am and the last glass of wine I drank has totally gone to my head - though I'm pretty sure I was still drunk from yesterday's activities. Wowzah! I'm 22 and supposed to be all professional now that I'm a teacher. Although, I am consuming more alcohol now than I did when I was at university. Not good for my liver.
So the news of today.... I dropped a waist size. I am officially no longer a size 36 waist...now a size 34 :) Which is great 'cause I was that size at college. Slowly getting there with my liquid diet. Also to add to that, I have recently dyed my hair black. Daddy I am not 'going back to goth' before you say anything. I've just hidden it well from you. I feel more comfortable with it this colour and surprisingly this time I am not deathly pale.
You know that feeling you get when you have way too much alcohol in your system - your body starts to feel like its floating and you feel almost disconnected? Well yeah that's me right now. I no longer care about punctuation and grammar. Spell-check will totally help me out :). I've lost all inhibitions too. Normally when I'm drunk I tend to speak posh and snobbish, but here in UAE my common NE England accent has decided to show its rear end! So yeah, I am 22 and I think I need a hip replacement . I clearly do not have the moves like I used to. Speaking of moves, I finally figured out the reason to my zip being lowered, belt being fastened incorrectly and the split in my jeans. It appears that I had too much to drink and my belt was too tight so I loosened it. My zip was low due to the fact I had visited the ladies room and the split in my jeans was the result of too much dancing in skinny jeans. Good times man!.
Speaking of good times, this band that plays every night really makes me happy. Though I nearly cried tonight. Wine does make me emotional but singing along to Red Red Wine and All That She Wants made me want to cry. Homesick much! Maybe one day you might find me in Paco's dancing on tables.
Ok I will quit the rambling,
Goodnight y'all
Melissa
x
So it's 1am and the last glass of wine I drank has totally gone to my head - though I'm pretty sure I was still drunk from yesterday's activities. Wowzah! I'm 22 and supposed to be all professional now that I'm a teacher. Although, I am consuming more alcohol now than I did when I was at university. Not good for my liver.
So the news of today.... I dropped a waist size. I am officially no longer a size 36 waist...now a size 34 :) Which is great 'cause I was that size at college. Slowly getting there with my liquid diet. Also to add to that, I have recently dyed my hair black. Daddy I am not 'going back to goth' before you say anything. I've just hidden it well from you. I feel more comfortable with it this colour and surprisingly this time I am not deathly pale.
You know that feeling you get when you have way too much alcohol in your system - your body starts to feel like its floating and you feel almost disconnected? Well yeah that's me right now. I no longer care about punctuation and grammar. Spell-check will totally help me out :). I've lost all inhibitions too. Normally when I'm drunk I tend to speak posh and snobbish, but here in UAE my common NE England accent has decided to show its rear end! So yeah, I am 22 and I think I need a hip replacement . I clearly do not have the moves like I used to. Speaking of moves, I finally figured out the reason to my zip being lowered, belt being fastened incorrectly and the split in my jeans. It appears that I had too much to drink and my belt was too tight so I loosened it. My zip was low due to the fact I had visited the ladies room and the split in my jeans was the result of too much dancing in skinny jeans. Good times man!.
Speaking of good times, this band that plays every night really makes me happy. Though I nearly cried tonight. Wine does make me emotional but singing along to Red Red Wine and All That She Wants made me want to cry. Homesick much! Maybe one day you might find me in Paco's dancing on tables.
Ok I will quit the rambling,
Goodnight y'all
Melissa
x
Thursday, 17 October 2013
A dreamy-eyed child staring into night...
On a journey to storyteller's mind
Whispers a wish speaks with the stars the words are silent in him
Distant sigh from a lonely heart
Nightwish - Wishmaster
So last night I had trouble sleeping so I ended up reading a book till roughly 2am this morning. Maybe reading a book that late was not the best of ideas. Let me take you through my actions leading to me writing this post.
After closing my book, I changed into my pyjamas and climbed into my bed for the night. Sleep came relatively easy once my brain had been challenged enough from the late night reading. I dream a lot every night so the occurring events were no stranger to me. But what made me confused was the twist and turns of the dreams. Most of them were like looking down a camera lens that was out of focus but one particular dream was interesting.
As I stared out to the ocean before me, I could feel someone's eyes boring into my back. I slowly faced towards him and I could his eyes begging for me to take his out-stretched hand. My body seemed to know what it wanted as my legs started to move towards him. The closer I stepped towards him, the more my body felt alive. Why was I reacting this way? He must have decided that I was taking too long to reach him, as he moved so quickly his body was pressed against mine. Soon as we touched it had felt like time had stopped. His hand grazed against my cheek, and with a sweet caress I melted into him. I gazed into his soulful eyes; I knew I was home. Without any warning his lips swept across mine....
And then I woke up. Well I didn't know who this guy was in my dream but I do have an inkling. I have had the same dream for the past few days and it appears to be getting more and more detailed. Maybe tonight I will have the same dream and I might be able to find out who he is.
Melissa
x
Whispers a wish speaks with the stars the words are silent in him
Distant sigh from a lonely heart
Nightwish - Wishmaster
So last night I had trouble sleeping so I ended up reading a book till roughly 2am this morning. Maybe reading a book that late was not the best of ideas. Let me take you through my actions leading to me writing this post.
After closing my book, I changed into my pyjamas and climbed into my bed for the night. Sleep came relatively easy once my brain had been challenged enough from the late night reading. I dream a lot every night so the occurring events were no stranger to me. But what made me confused was the twist and turns of the dreams. Most of them were like looking down a camera lens that was out of focus but one particular dream was interesting.
As I stared out to the ocean before me, I could feel someone's eyes boring into my back. I slowly faced towards him and I could his eyes begging for me to take his out-stretched hand. My body seemed to know what it wanted as my legs started to move towards him. The closer I stepped towards him, the more my body felt alive. Why was I reacting this way? He must have decided that I was taking too long to reach him, as he moved so quickly his body was pressed against mine. Soon as we touched it had felt like time had stopped. His hand grazed against my cheek, and with a sweet caress I melted into him. I gazed into his soulful eyes; I knew I was home. Without any warning his lips swept across mine....
And then I woke up. Well I didn't know who this guy was in my dream but I do have an inkling. I have had the same dream for the past few days and it appears to be getting more and more detailed. Maybe tonight I will have the same dream and I might be able to find out who he is.
Melissa
x
Wednesday, 16 October 2013
Behind Blue Eyes....
Well in my case Behind Green/Blue Eyes...sometimes brown depending on my mood.
It's currently 23:27 in Al Ain and my body cannot seem to slow down the amount of writing. I have wrote more in the past two days than I have done in the whole month and a half I have been here. Perhaps that is the reason; after bottling up my emotions for so long my mind has just overloaded and spilled out on to pen and paper. With the stresses of teaching and moving, pent up frustrations and other unexplainable emotions jut need to be released.
At this current moment in time I have Within Temptation's album Q-Sessions playing in the background. My favourite song so far is Behind Blue Eyes. Mixing my favourite song from The Who and having Sharon sing, my body is starting to relax. I must have listened to it about 20-30 times now - that is no lie. Once I like a song I will have it on repeat for the following week or so. As I'm writing, a memory has flashed in front of me. I remember taking a whole 4 months or so to listen to Mallory Knox's album Signals due to the fact I would listen to one song at a time. I also remember my friend Matt getting frustrated at the length of time it had taken me and so once I had completed one song I had to do a 50 word review and quickly move on to the next. Oh by the way Matt, if you are reading this, I have only just started Sixx a.m.'s Heroin Diaries haha. See I like to take the time to listen to the words sung in my ear and create images to the song as if it was a real life situation. Maybe one day I will act like a normal human being and listen to an album a lot quicker; and I have a lot of albums to get through.
I have also just found out that a band from my days at secondary school are back on the scene. AFI. Not many people were interested in that particular band but I found them interesting. The more obscure the lyrics and meanings behind the songs, the better. Speaking of secondary school, there were a few bands that helped me through, even if I had to listen to them in private. My Chemical Romance, Avenged Sevenfold and 30 Seconds to Mars. Yes I had the typical teenage crushes with a few members of each band too. I think up until the beginning of college it became clear that marrying Synyster Gates or Jared Leto was definitely out of the question.
These past few years, my music taste hasn't changed that much as I still listen to the bands I did when I was younger. Yet recently I have found myself trying to find songs with a heavy drum sound or a body-tingling guitar solos. One music genre I cannot get into is Screamo. It annoys the sh*t out of me. I like to be able to hear the words not have them screamed into my brain.
So this is me and my music. I am now of to listen to more Within Temptation and perhaps revisit songs from my school days.
Bye for now.
P.s I know this wasn't an interesting post but I promise better for next time. Perhaps I will have some crazy dream that needs to be shared with you at some point.
x x
It's currently 23:27 in Al Ain and my body cannot seem to slow down the amount of writing. I have wrote more in the past two days than I have done in the whole month and a half I have been here. Perhaps that is the reason; after bottling up my emotions for so long my mind has just overloaded and spilled out on to pen and paper. With the stresses of teaching and moving, pent up frustrations and other unexplainable emotions jut need to be released.
At this current moment in time I have Within Temptation's album Q-Sessions playing in the background. My favourite song so far is Behind Blue Eyes. Mixing my favourite song from The Who and having Sharon sing, my body is starting to relax. I must have listened to it about 20-30 times now - that is no lie. Once I like a song I will have it on repeat for the following week or so. As I'm writing, a memory has flashed in front of me. I remember taking a whole 4 months or so to listen to Mallory Knox's album Signals due to the fact I would listen to one song at a time. I also remember my friend Matt getting frustrated at the length of time it had taken me and so once I had completed one song I had to do a 50 word review and quickly move on to the next. Oh by the way Matt, if you are reading this, I have only just started Sixx a.m.'s Heroin Diaries haha. See I like to take the time to listen to the words sung in my ear and create images to the song as if it was a real life situation. Maybe one day I will act like a normal human being and listen to an album a lot quicker; and I have a lot of albums to get through.
I have also just found out that a band from my days at secondary school are back on the scene. AFI. Not many people were interested in that particular band but I found them interesting. The more obscure the lyrics and meanings behind the songs, the better. Speaking of secondary school, there were a few bands that helped me through, even if I had to listen to them in private. My Chemical Romance, Avenged Sevenfold and 30 Seconds to Mars. Yes I had the typical teenage crushes with a few members of each band too. I think up until the beginning of college it became clear that marrying Synyster Gates or Jared Leto was definitely out of the question.
These past few years, my music taste hasn't changed that much as I still listen to the bands I did when I was younger. Yet recently I have found myself trying to find songs with a heavy drum sound or a body-tingling guitar solos. One music genre I cannot get into is Screamo. It annoys the sh*t out of me. I like to be able to hear the words not have them screamed into my brain.
So this is me and my music. I am now of to listen to more Within Temptation and perhaps revisit songs from my school days.
Bye for now.
P.s I know this wasn't an interesting post but I promise better for next time. Perhaps I will have some crazy dream that needs to be shared with you at some point.
x x
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