NinjaVampires

I'm on the pints. Again.

I found myself packing stuff in my luggage today. I don't know why, but I just started folding clothes and putting away things, as if I was leaving in a couple of days.

I booked my last couple of nights in London today, as well as my train ticket for London. It's an odd feeling. I'm leaving a place I've grown attached to. I'm leaving home.

Drinking pints with Matt and his mates. Hearing about Heather and her SWIGs adventures. Hitting the bong with Nick and talkin' trash on each other. Talking to Maddy about the most random things. Watching all 4 seasons unfold outside in one day. Ordering in Chinese food without having to pay tip. Constantly wondering about how bone skinny Welsh girls have massive woman-domes and how big obese Welsh women walk around in miniskirts while it snows. The overabundance of chips that are served in this country. The BOB. Beer. Beer. Beer. Beer.

I don't know why I'm making this post already, because I'm still here for 2 weeks. hahaha.

I'm gonna get FUCKED up before I leave.

FUCKED UP.

...I should probably start studying for my last 4 finals.

.....NAHHHHH. ahahah.

*chugggg the beersss*

C.O.L.O.U.R.S.

It worries me that the impending doom that is sure to come from my lack of revision for my final exams are not bothering me AT ALL.

3 weeks until I go back to the states.
2 weeks until London.

I should probably study hard until then.

I want to update with some of my thoughts, but my mind is blanking out right now.

Oh. I had to listen to the problems between the Taiwanese married couple in my house. Both of them talked to me about their issues and I had to offer both of them my input and advice, after probing their married life. They have this ongoing joke between them that they need my help because I'm the doctor of the house. They noticed that everyone talks to me about their problems randomly, so I must have some kind of essence that draws in people. Anyway. This was the first time I had to 'counsel' a married couple, and I learned that being a psychologist/marriage counsellor must be quite frustrating and dangerous. Frustrating because I wanted to say a lot of things to both of them, bluntly, but I had to hold back, because even though I thought some of the issues they had were trivial, I didn't want to think of my opinion as more important than theirs, because I had to empathize. It's their MARRIAGE. Also, it's dangerous because I realized that IT'S THEIR FUCKIN' MARRIAGE THAT THEY'RE TELLING ME ABOUT. What if I say something that they take into consideration, which fucks up their whole relationship steez (style)? Honestly, what do I know about marriage? I'm young, I'm not married and I'm not planning on marrying anytime soon. The only thing I could do was offer my sympathy and empathize with each of them, especially the husband, because that's what I'm good at. Whenever people need someone to listen, I happen to be there, so I end up listening and empathizing. I may not be good at it, but I try, even though I never ask for it.

So, yea. I can't disclose any personal info about their problems, but in my unprofessional opinion, I think they are fineeee. I do feel bad for Jet (husband) though, because Anita (wife) is quite __________.

In other news:
I tell people I got women figured out. Women test this, and then try to tell me I'm wrong. Then I point out another thing about women and they start to laugh, slowly walking away, knowing that I'm right. HA. iJoke. Sort of.

You ladies and your feelings.

Y'all are all beautiful though. Much love from me to you.

I'm Callinnnnn
Out toooo
Alllll myyy
Your myyyy
Ladiesss and I can'tttt
LET youuuu
be withhh
no oneee
but meee
babyyyy

Selfish

My choice of music when I'm ridiculously blazed from the Miss Mary Jane?

This was my tracklist, according to iTunes:

Otis Redding - (Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
Otis Redding - I've Been Loving You Too Long
William Bell - I Forgot to Be Your Lover
Stevie Wonder - Superwoman (Where Were You When I Needed You)
Al Green - Tired of Being Alone
Bill Withers - Can We Pretend
Amy Winehouse - Love is a Losing Game
Elliott Smith - Between The Bars
Elliott Smith - Big Ballad of Nothing
Elliott Smith - Angeles
Wu-Tang Clan - Shame on a Nigga
Stevie Wonder - Golden Lady
Stevie Wonder - Too High
D'Angelo - Untitled (How Does It Feel)
Van Hunt - Down Here In Hell (With You)
Van Hunt - Character
Maxwell - Whenever Wherever Whatever
Bilal - White Turns to Gray
Pharcyde - She Said (Remix)
Slum Village - Selfish
Slum Village - Tainted
Slum Village - La La
Slum Village - The Look of Love

(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay

Download:
Otis Redding - (Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay

Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah

Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I had nothin to live for
And look like nothing's gonna come my way

So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes

Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home

Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time


Beautiful & timeless song by Otis Redding.

This song happened to play on my iTunes shuffle while I was laying in bed this morning, not wanting to face the day. The first few seconds of the tune immediately caught my attention. I laid stiff in my bed, which so messy that my blanket was taking up arms defending itself from my dirty clothes, staring at the ceiling, and listening. Otis Redding slapped me in the face with the lyrics of this tune, because it perfectly describes how I've been feelin' for the past few weeks.


Thanks Mr. Redding.

(This song was written and recorded by Otis Redding, 3 days before his death in a plane crash in 1967.)

BEER.

I love it.

I think I'd be happy living with beer, internet, standup comedy and music.

and a lady.

Oh. and food. Clothes would be useful too. Maybe some money? Chocolate. Donuts. Salmon.

I just wanted to say that studying about sleeping and dreaming makes you sleepy and dreamy. No, wait. Sleepy and Dream..ing? Anyway. Reading psychology research articles about subjects sleeping and subjects dreaming can make ANYONE tired.

I'm surrounded by students who have no motivation for uni work. I'm fucked.

*finishes off 4th can of Carling*

On and On and On

Instead of hitting the books and studying diligently, I've been listening to a plethora of music, 247.

I'm just going to list some albums that I've recently fallen for, with brief 1 sentence reviews of why I love them so.

Wilco - Sky Blue Sky (2007)
American rock stylings with songs so well written you'd slap your mother.
Elliott Smith - New Moon (2Disc) (2007)
Unreleased material that would've fit perfectly in Either/Or, Elliott Smith and XO. The Nick Drake of our generation.
Arctic Monkeys - Favorite Worst Nightmare (2007)
Disco-Punk-influenced rock from Northern England with a maturity that wasn't seen in their debut. Reminds me of the UK nightlife.
Maroon 5 - It Won't Be Soon Before Long (2007)
Funk, Soul, Gospel and Rock influences + great pop sensibilities of Maroon 5 = an amazing album.
Blonde Redhead - 23 (2007)
I remember Kam telling me about this band but I never paid attention to his hipster ways. I was wrong to do that.
I'm From Barcelona - Let Me Introduce My Friends (2006)
Huge collective from Sweden (Broken Social Scene style) with their happy, european influenced indie rock.
Eric Roberson - Left (2007)
Soul music at its finest, with Roberson writing and performing songs that makes me want to go make a baby.
The Bird & The Bee - The Bird & The Bee (2006)
Electronica and Jazz influenced rock group from California, led by the great vocal stylings of the lead singer, Inara.
Super Chron Flight Brothers - Emergency Powers (2007)
Hip Hop that makes the average music listener go 'WHAT THE FUCK?!'.
Lifesavas - Gutterfly (2007)
Great, great Hip Hop album with so much personality that you'd want to slap yo mama. (I'm not that clever, I know.)
DJ Kawasaki - Beautiful Too (2006?)
Japan puts out some of the best music, and this album happens to be one of them. House music at its finest.
Phat Kat - Carte Blanche (2007)
Straight up Hip Hop from the Dirty District, aka Detroit.
The Souljazz Orchestra - Freedom No Go Die (2007)
This group from Ottawa makes music that Fela would be proud of. Yay for white boys with soul.
Peter Bjorn and John - Writer's Block (2006)
Sweden seems to birth the best happy-go-lucky rock music ever. I should move there. This album is like whoa. Trust me.
Alex Wilson - Inglaterra (2007)
Latin and Salsa vibes from the UK pianist, doing big things with little recognition.
Ben Westbeech - Welcome To The Best Years of Your Life (2007)
This classically trained musician (cello/violin/piano) from the UK branches out into electronica and soul, creating one of the best albums this year. Thanks Gilles Peterson.
Beverly Knight - Music City Soul (2007)
Mmmm MMMMM. This beautiful woman makes beautiful music that could lead to beautiful things, if you know what I mean.

I have all these available, if anyone is interested. Just hit me up or leave me a comment and I shall provide.

There's a lot of quality music out there. Music hasn't died yet mates.

Dear Mama

Much love to my madre.

I wrote this long entry sharing a memory about my mother, but blogger decided to fuck around on me and delete it.

Appreciate the mothers y'all.

I'm So On Your Mind

...more like, I'm So Buzzed.

I had a whole bottle of white wine from OL' GAY FRANCE. SEMILLION SAUVIGNON FROm BORDEAUX TO BE EXACT.

I am also listening to some house music mixed by my homie PABLO. GOOOOOOD STUFF.

At first, the wine had no effect one me. None. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Zippo. Lighter.

But after about 10 minutes (after finishing the bottle), WOOO. Attack of the buzzcocks.

Flippy Floopydy FOOOOO.

I'm crazay.

I can't believe I'm going home in a month. It is quite scary.

I will miss Swansea a lot.

Comedy

Louis C.K.

Patton Oswalt

Two great standup comedy albums. I've been laughing my ass off ALL DAY. ALL FUCKIN' DAY.

STUDYIN?! FUCK THAT. COMEDY BABY. CO-ME-DY.

Endorphins galore.

Housewife.

Anita (my new, married housemate from Taiwan) and I were shootin' the shit in the kitchen while we were cooking. She was cooking for her hubby, Jet, while I was cooking for myself. We were talking about how life is so simple for us here, because all we do is cook and sit around watching shows on tv-links. Our discussion turned into talks about our mothers and housework, and we both agreed that being a housewife is hard work, because the only thing that stays on your mind is cooking. We also agreed that housewives must have a hard time figuring out what to do when they aren't cooking. Basically, the conclusion we reached is that our mothers had it hard, being a housewife is not very stimulating and we were both housewives. (Actually, she claimed that I was much more of a housewife than her, because I didn't have a spouse to help me wash the dishes. *tear*). I thought about this a lot. What does a housewife think about? How do they kill all that time?

I think the following paragraph I wrote is a good summary of the mentality of an average housewife.

When you wake up, you think about what you want to make for breakfast. While you're eating breakfast, you give some thought about what to eat for lunch. While you're eating lunch, you ponder about what to eat for dinner. While you're eating diinner, you gaze off and wonder what you will prepare for breakfast the following day. If you don't have any food, you wonder about the things you need to buy. While you're using ingredients, you think about what other ingredients you will need for the next meal. While you're cooking, you realize that you need to buy more ingredients. While you're buying the ingredients you thought you needed, you start to think about something else you would need to supplement these ingredients. After you finish cooking, eating and wondering about ingredients, you try to kill some time by watching tv or doing some at-home exercises. While you're watching tv, you start think about the dirty dishes that are sitting in your sink. You go to wash the dishes and start think about getting the mail. When you get the mail, you start to wonder about the dust all over the house. While you are wiping down every damn thing in the house, you realize that the floor must be disgusting. You start to mop the floor, but then you notice some food particles in the carpet, so you whip out the hoover and go at it. After all this is done, you sit down, wiping the sweat from your forehead, and think about something you can eat for a snack. While you eat the delicious snack, you think about what to eat for dinner.

IT NEVER ENDS.

Basically, being a housewife is hard. It ain't no joke.



and I'm a great housewife.

HOLLA.

SCOT-ish.

Here is a mini recap of my Scotland trip. Enjoy.


Day 1



Tamara and I arrived at the hostel first, waiting for Triet. We explored the hostel and realized that there was a fuckin' sea/bay behind the hostel, so we went for a walk. The weather was amazing. (I also spotted a very small and stumpy Scottish lady who made me laugh out loud). After the waterside walk, we met up with Triet and decided to catch the shuttle to the city centre of Edinburgh. Edinburgh has a lot of random tours and we wanted to take one of the many 'Ghost' tours. These Ghost tours are supposedly really well done. However, we couldn't find the tourguides and didn't want to settle for some other lame tour. We ended up walking around the city late at night, trying to find a place to hang out. We walked around and found this pub called Dirty Dicks. I think we went inside because the name was funny, but the pub turned out to be really nice. The inside had amazing decorations and the atmosphere was very chill. We were the youngest in there and definitely stood out, but we didn't care. I had some scottish beer and scottish whiskey (Jura). After chillin' at Dirty Dick's for a bit, we decided it was late and we should start heading back. Originally, the late night bus was going to be our transporation back home, but the bus wasn't going to be coming for another hour, so we desperately hailed over a taxi and paid a buttload to go back to the hostel.

Day 2



Woke up late. Ate some breakfast. Missed our shuttle, so we killed some time by playing pool and playing the UK version of 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire?'. We lost horribly. Then we spent the rest of the day in the Citay. Edinburgh castle was the main attraction. The entrance fee was 11quid (pounds), which drained my wallet dramatically, since I'm broke as a joke. However, we had fun exploring the castle. We humped the cannons, shouted crazy things, took a lot of pictures and made up a lot of inside jokes. After the castle, we hit a tour of the underground vaults of Edinburgh. I really enjoyed this tour because it taught me a brief history of Edinburgh back in the day while showing us a what the vaults were used for. I wish I could type out everything, but it's too much. Basically, the vaults were used for workers (goldsmiths, blacksmiths, etc), wine cellars, oyster bars, society meetings and even a whiskey distillery. Amazing. By the time this was over, it was already 6pm, so we decided to go back to the hostel early and have some food from the hostel bar. I ate some scampi, drank a couple of pints and talked it up a Canadian bloke from Vancouver who wants to go into television production. The Canadian kid (Jared) told us that he hadn't been to the beach yet, so we decided to hit up the place at around midnight. The tide was far out and the beach was quite beautiful at night. However, when we were walking back, we all managed to step into mounds of mud. All of our shoes were ruined, especially mine. So i stayed up for another hour or so cleaning my shoes and washing my socks. I wasn't angry or anything though, cause I'm just chill like that. Took a nice long shower, played more 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire?', and went to sleep.

Day 3



We paid 33quid to go on a day long coach tour of Glen Coe, Loch Ness, Inverness, The Scottish Highlands and other random Scottish towns in the boonies. I usually hate coach tours because my ass hurts from sitting all the fuckin' time, but this was one alright. I told myself that I wasn't going to fall asleep on the bus because I wanted to take in as much of Scotland as I could, and I DID manage to stay awake. While most people in the coach were sleeping, I enjoyed the scenary and listened to the audio tour very closely. Glen Coe was beautiful. The weather was good, not great, but the driver said that the weather was really good this time around. There was a lot of fog around the highlands, but that was to be expected. Loch Ness was nothing much. It was just a giant lake. However, the castle ruins of Urquahut castle next to Loch Ness were quite cool. We also drove through/stopped at a lot of random Scottish towns, which had their own unique part in Scottish history. It was interesting to learn about all the insane bloodshed that happened in Scotland. Those crazy mothafuckas would go on massacres and fights for the monarch and for honor ALL THE TIME. The coach tour started around 8am and ended at 8pm. We were tired as shit and hungry as fuck. Triet and I were willing to dish out 11quid to eat Chines buffet, but Tamara didn't want that, so we ended up hittin' an Italain place. The food was decent, but the waiters were annoying. Actually, they were nice at first, but they expected me to pay a tip at the end because I was American. FUCK OUTTA HEA. They kept dropping subtle hints about tip, but I couldn't help them out because I'm broke as fuck. After dinner, we bummed around a bit more and then went back to the hostel. Triet and I wanted to play some pool, but we got huslted by two charming Aussies. Damn those charmers. Conned us into a game of doubles and DESTROYED us. We were sad. We showered and went to sleep, because tomorrow was a long day of travelling back home. PS: FUCK AUSSIES. THE HOSTEL WAS OVERRUN WITH THEM. ALL HOSTELS ARE. STOP TRAVELLING AUSSIES!! STOP! STOP HUSTLING US. ahaha.

Anyway..

That was my trip to Scotland. I'm sorry if it's hard to follow. I'm quite exhausted right now, from laying around all day and doing nothing. Besides, it's a well known fact that I have terrible grammer and sentence structure.

Spiderman 3

I will be discussing the movie. If you haven't seen it, do not proceed.

*SPOILERS*



















Pros:
- James Franco (Harry) was the best character. He played it really well. Example: The Cafe scene with Peter.
- Dark Peter vs. Harry was an amazing action scene. Quite intense.
- Peter smacked Mary Jane.
- Venom looked crazy.
- Sandman was well done.
Cons:
- I hate Kirsten Dunst. I wanted her to die in every way possible. Those damn trucks kept missing their target.
- Aunt May needs to shut it. Fo' real.
- All that dancing and singing was not needed. Some humor is good, but that was too much.
- VENOM IS SUCH A CRUCIAL CHARACTER AND YET HE DIES IN 20 MINUTES?!
- How does Harry survive a bomb blast yet Eddie and the symbiote get annihilated?
- After Spidey saved Gwen, the scene just ends. WHAT ABOUT THE FUCKIN' CRANE THATS SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL MATE?
- too much crying
- too much crying x2.
- too much singing an dancing. It was funny the first time, but they overdid it with the jazz club scene. Looks like they watched 'Anchorman' and got inspired.
- random butler
- The Emo Peter.
- Peter did not get his saixtime with Gwen or Betty from the Bugle.
- Letting a criminal go at the end of the movie.
- More crying at the end
- 'We all have choices.' Fuck outta hea. Y'all could have picked a better moral to end it with.

My rating? 2.5/5

I need to go watch Spiderman 2 again, just to try and forget about this one.

Glen Coe Song

Got back from Scotland today.

The trip with Tamara and Triet was well fun.

Pictures are up on facebook. I'll edit this entry tomorrow and go into more details.

As for right now, I must sleep. I am quite exhausted.

Wanderlust

May 1st, 2007.

ALREADY?!? Where has the time gone?

Today, I managed to crank out two essays in the span of 9 hours. I'm proud, but disgustingly exhausted. I still have one more left that I must finish tonight.

I am going to Edinburgh tomorrow with Tamara, a California girl. I think I'll be too tired to enjoy myself, but we'll see. I'll take nice pictures and visit Nessy for y'all.

Hopefully I'll be able to get my buzz/crewcut tomorrow. I think I'm going to end up looking like an overweight Korean American wankster. I've thought a lot about it, and came to the conclusion that I'd rather look like a wankster if it means that I don't have to wear my beanie around all the time. Why wear your beanie all the time, you ask? Well, if you saw my hair, you would understand. I look like a caveman from the 80's. In a way, it's fitting of me, because I live in a hole and go hunt for food on occasion. I also listen to a lot of Prince. Hmmm.

PS: I'm listening to Bjork's new album. She sounds like a dying goose. That is all.