d-d-dublin

jeremy spent his first few hours in dublin playing football in trinity college dublin's turf when his sense of journalism kicked. in this latest edition, jeremy gives u his accounts on life as a broke student visiting dublin. this article was written on a saturday night and continued the next morning. what a bum...

how money is this shit. im in good ol' dublin at the mo living it up, here for a weekend bender with the mates!

not exactly. the heater is barely working and im cocooned on the sofa, jeffrey (the brother) is out for oktoberfest with his friends. i had the option of going with the expense of breaking my bank, i decided not to and just let the jeffrey have a little space.

so the reason for being here would be to collect my stuff at my sister and brother's place. the travel? 12 hours from cardiff to fishguard, fishguard to rosslare, rosslare to dublin; via bus to ferry then a bus again. in that bus, i have lost count the times i woke up to readjust myself into a more comfortable position in my already small seat. merh... cant complain, afterall i did choose to stuff my face throughout the summer with mamak food and the likes.

upon arrival and trading niceties with brother dearest in his flat in dublin, he could not help but ask, "is that smell your feet?" jeez. fat and smelly now eh.

im glad the girlfriend was there all the way (from cardiff to dublin) and it was she, who managed to keep la rage at bay. prior to the trip on friday, during a meet up with old friends in cardiff, they asked sara, 'why a bus? why not a plane?!' well for one basically its cheaper. but how much cheaper... well not much.

the amount of extra luggages that i could bring back is definitely better than a plane, and change of scenery and the sense of adventure that comes with doesnt hurt aswell. so far- football, tv, dinner meal paid for by the brother... not too bad for 30 euros for 2 days! okay folks, everyone is about to head off now for lunch. it is kei's (sister's boyfriend) birthday and there on the horizon is a free meal in a dimsum place. heh heh.

with this my final meal before i head back to wales, i conclude my reportage on living broke in dublin.

jeremy.