I lost to a win...
Qatar is a really nice place. It's beautiful, peaceful, rich... but after 51 days of staying here and knowing there are a lot more ahead at the age of 24, I am bored.
"It's a retired life" here as they say. But it's hard for a 24-year-old like me to greet that statement with a smile, even though that was the intention when I decided to come here.
Even if you go out partying to The Library Bar (Ramada Hotel), or Cloud 9 (Marweb Hotel), or Oasis (Oasis Hotel), it's practically the same atmosphere everywhere - a live Filipino band, a beer pint for 19 riyals, chinkees (pay them sleep with them) everywhere, lonely foriegners sitting at the bar calling each of those pay-them-sleep-with-them-girls one after the other to ask which one's the cheapest and basically during their course of the conversation touch them as much as they can. It's the same everywhere.
But this I am just saying of as much as I have seen of Qatar, which I assume, till now is very very little. Believe it or not, I have seen some of the hottest and coolest looking men and women driving around here. The only thought that comes to my mind is, they ought to be going somewhere to party. You bet they do.
There's nothing that doesn't happen in Qatar. Everything happens - from desert rallies, to overnight sanddune parties - but they're underground.
"You gotta know the right people."
I know I'll find them, sooner or later.
But till I do, there's not much to do here. I lost my favourite past time here yesterday. Every night I would go back to my empty apartment and play Deep Abyss on my cellphone. I made it a point that every night I'd cross one level.
I took a lot of restarts , but before I slept I'd definitely complete a level. It was fun, coz I'd celebrate after completing the designated level for the night by dancing around and drinking milk believing its champagne. Yeah I know, cheap thrills...
But it was fun. I used to look forward to going back home. At least there was something to do. Some challenge.
But last night I lost the game... to my win. I crossed level 15.
"It's a retired life" here as they say. But it's hard for a 24-year-old like me to greet that statement with a smile, even though that was the intention when I decided to come here.
Even if you go out partying to The Library Bar (Ramada Hotel), or Cloud 9 (Marweb Hotel), or Oasis (Oasis Hotel), it's practically the same atmosphere everywhere - a live Filipino band, a beer pint for 19 riyals, chinkees (pay them sleep with them) everywhere, lonely foriegners sitting at the bar calling each of those pay-them-sleep-with-them-girls one after the other to ask which one's the cheapest and basically during their course of the conversation touch them as much as they can. It's the same everywhere.
But this I am just saying of as much as I have seen of Qatar, which I assume, till now is very very little. Believe it or not, I have seen some of the hottest and coolest looking men and women driving around here. The only thought that comes to my mind is, they ought to be going somewhere to party. You bet they do.
There's nothing that doesn't happen in Qatar. Everything happens - from desert rallies, to overnight sanddune parties - but they're underground.
"You gotta know the right people."
I know I'll find them, sooner or later.
But till I do, there's not much to do here. I lost my favourite past time here yesterday. Every night I would go back to my empty apartment and play Deep Abyss on my cellphone. I made it a point that every night I'd cross one level.
I took a lot of restarts , but before I slept I'd definitely complete a level. It was fun, coz I'd celebrate after completing the designated level for the night by dancing around and drinking milk believing its champagne. Yeah I know, cheap thrills...
But it was fun. I used to look forward to going back home. At least there was something to do. Some challenge.
But last night I lost the game... to my win. I crossed level 15.
That was the last level.
posted by Once the Conman at 8:48 PM
2 Comments:
the aftermath of a dream realised... or in this case, a game won...
Every country, it seems, offers a retired life if you don't know 'the right crowd'. It's just lonely without friends, that's all.
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