Guess who's back yah beechez, I mean folks. Definitely folks. I deleted the blog I had a while back, tried tumblr, found out that it sucks sick monkey's butt so with my tail between my legs and my ears down low like a good puppy, I returned.
This is the first post, for a new beginning, so I'll just keep it simple. I'm back and probably to stay. I guess that blogging is something to keep you busy when you're hella bored and not in the mood for a movie, reading, guitar playing, eating, walking etc etc.
This post is about music. Original hey?! AWESOME. So, after watching a couple of videos of some well known female pop artists that I wouldn't like to name (but Rihanna's still hot in S&M and Avril Lavigne is trying too hard to balance in between "sexy?" and rebel style), I came down to this and I know I'll sound like an old fart/prude but before you run your tongues like diarhea let me finish. So, here it goes: when I was 12/13 Britney Spears first introduced that innocent school girl's look and sang songs about high school crushes. Now, the equivalents of Britney's then, are singing songs about S&M and about screwing a guy over. Where I'm going with this is that in a few years, if you become a parent you won't be wondering if or when your daughter had her first kiss, but instead if or when your daughter had her first thressome.
That's it. Call me prude but I'm willing to put money down that in a few years you'll be enjoying your whiskey on your favorite chair and praying that your daughter won't get caught up in a gang-bang tonight and praying for a simple threesome. That's all. Glad I'm back, didn't you miss me or what?!
p.s: SWAG
Monday, 14 February 2011
Sunday, 21 November 2010
THESE GIRLS WON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER
By this time last year I had finished reading “Point Counter Point” , “The White Fang”, “Cannery Row” and whenever I was bored I was reading bits by “Love All The People” by Bill Hicks. By this time last year, I had read “Pulp” by Bukowski, almost done with University work and I was communicating with a homeless man who would like to call himself “Bumdog” via e-mail. By this time last year I was impressed and disgusted with how people give birth to kids just for fun.
This year is quite similar. By now I have read “White Nights”, “Franny And Zooey” , “The Sunset Limited” and working on essays for the University. It seems that people still give birth to kids just for fun or for the benefit that they get for each kid. But now I am not disgusted or even slightly impressed by it. It seems that it’s a trend. A trend just like faded jeans, haircuts, a genre of music or words used without even knowing the meaning of them. And people have always preferred the easiest path. It’s in our nature I guess. So, why work to get paid when you can give birth and get paid by the number of babies you pop out of your baby? You’re a self-employed factory-like human being, well that only if you have the right set of genitals.
On the other hand, on the local newspaper’s website, I read that Preston has one of the most growing and biggest prostitution markets in the U.K. I tried to find that specific article just for the readers’ comments but I couldn’t find it. Man some people were going CRAZY. About how it’s totally wrong and blah blah blah. Think about this smart ass: What if your precious son was born with an anomaly and the only way for him to get laid was to pay for it? Would you turn to these girls then or you’d let your boy grow old and die sex-free and starved? Think about how you talk about and treat women before you go on with your "save morality campaign".
It’s funny how we remember of our morals when it comes down to prostitution and saying that “it should be illegal” but it’s all fine when getting paid without doing any work at all and we’re all opposed to doing community work to get paid.
But I found this: http://www.lep.co.uk/news/the_cold_call_girls_1_58232
Well, I’m way too tired to keep writing. Like this time last year, I am going to make myself something to eat watch a movie/ read and try to go to sleep before midnight. I’ve been getting really good at it.
L8ERZ YOU N0OBZ
This year is quite similar. By now I have read “White Nights”, “Franny And Zooey” , “The Sunset Limited” and working on essays for the University. It seems that people still give birth to kids just for fun or for the benefit that they get for each kid. But now I am not disgusted or even slightly impressed by it. It seems that it’s a trend. A trend just like faded jeans, haircuts, a genre of music or words used without even knowing the meaning of them. And people have always preferred the easiest path. It’s in our nature I guess. So, why work to get paid when you can give birth and get paid by the number of babies you pop out of your baby? You’re a self-employed factory-like human being, well that only if you have the right set of genitals.
On the other hand, on the local newspaper’s website, I read that Preston has one of the most growing and biggest prostitution markets in the U.K. I tried to find that specific article just for the readers’ comments but I couldn’t find it. Man some people were going CRAZY. About how it’s totally wrong and blah blah blah. Think about this smart ass: What if your precious son was born with an anomaly and the only way for him to get laid was to pay for it? Would you turn to these girls then or you’d let your boy grow old and die sex-free and starved? Think about how you talk about and treat women before you go on with your "save morality campaign".
It’s funny how we remember of our morals when it comes down to prostitution and saying that “it should be illegal” but it’s all fine when getting paid without doing any work at all and we’re all opposed to doing community work to get paid.
But I found this: http://www.lep.co.uk/news/the_cold_call_girls_1_58232
Well, I’m way too tired to keep writing. Like this time last year, I am going to make myself something to eat watch a movie/ read and try to go to sleep before midnight. I’ve been getting really good at it.
L8ERZ YOU N0OBZ
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
Buh Bye October
After spending 3 hours in the library searching for information that I didn’t even know where to attain from I ended up with this conclusion: FORGET ABOUT ROPES, PILLS AND ALL THESE UNTRUSTWORTHY MEANS. A DOUBLE BARREL SHOTGUN WILL DO THE JOB NO DOUBT; or a cigarette, a cup of coffee and some relaxation.
I went to Manchester and Leeds for the weekend. I walked down the streets of Leeds, smoked and window shopped till 8pm. I had dinner and then headed to the gig. Didn’t make it in so I went to another gig. We stayed at the venue after the gig was finished and got drunk with some zombies, tigers and penguins. It was more than alright. You could say I’d flat lined if I didn’t have a good time.
I got back at the hotel at around 3 am. I don’t want to sound poetic or smart here but a hotel bed is a lot colder and emptier when sleeping alone than the one at home. Before I fell asleep I ate what it could possibly be, the most peppered pizza in the world. I woke up at 10 am with a stomach ache and a dry mouth. Drank water, took shower, checked out.
12am : Met a zombie at the Leeds’ train station’s parking lot. I got coffee and a sandwich. Had breakfast on the way back home. We made jokes of having loads of girlfriends and how they call me all the time just to tell me that they’re sluts. We drove back to Manchester. Drank tea, smoked and played Red Dead Redemption. “I’m such a slut” could be the punch line of this trip.
Goodbye October, misery doesn’t love company. Misery loves country music, literature and academic reading. Misery loves writing and most certainly misery doesn’t love you. Misery just gets stuck with you sometimes.
I went to Manchester and Leeds for the weekend. I walked down the streets of Leeds, smoked and window shopped till 8pm. I had dinner and then headed to the gig. Didn’t make it in so I went to another gig. We stayed at the venue after the gig was finished and got drunk with some zombies, tigers and penguins. It was more than alright. You could say I’d flat lined if I didn’t have a good time.
I got back at the hotel at around 3 am. I don’t want to sound poetic or smart here but a hotel bed is a lot colder and emptier when sleeping alone than the one at home. Before I fell asleep I ate what it could possibly be, the most peppered pizza in the world. I woke up at 10 am with a stomach ache and a dry mouth. Drank water, took shower, checked out.
12am : Met a zombie at the Leeds’ train station’s parking lot. I got coffee and a sandwich. Had breakfast on the way back home. We made jokes of having loads of girlfriends and how they call me all the time just to tell me that they’re sluts. We drove back to Manchester. Drank tea, smoked and played Red Dead Redemption. “I’m such a slut” could be the punch line of this trip.
Goodbye October, misery doesn’t love company. Misery loves country music, literature and academic reading. Misery loves writing and most certainly misery doesn’t love you. Misery just gets stuck with you sometimes.
Friday, 29 October 2010
Mixtape
I didn’t realize how weeks passed since I came in here. Guess studying, music and reading made these weeks feel like seconds. Today I handed in my first essay and now I’m just sitting around bored at 22:48 after I watched Toy Story 3, which I must say that you should all go watch. Anyway, this post has nothing to do with Toy Story 3 or any other movie.
Since I’m bored and I have no cassettes or any means that would help me to make a mixtape and I feel like making one I’ll do it here with videos from youtube. Corny? Who cares? It’s the internet and you can do, say and write whatever you please. So if you’re going to whine, save it. Enjoy.
1: Such Great Heights, originally written and performed by “The Postal Service”. I won't lie. I did hear this song first by Streetlight Manifesto covering it. I like both versions the same but not being able to pick which one I should put on here I’ll put the original.
2: Kristina She Don’t Know I Exist, originally written and performed by Catch 22. A good friend of mine played this song for me when we were 15 or 16 and I loved it.
3: Twisting the night away, by Sam Cooke. This might be an old one but it never fails to cheer me up. I was in between this and “We’re Having A Party” but I picked this one because I can.
4: When You’re Smiling, by Louis Prima. Once again I was in between “When You’re Smiling” and “Banana Split For My Baby” but I picked this one for obvious reasons.
5: Beyond The Sea, by Bobby Darin. After this summer vacations this song seems to soften the images in my head and remind me of a small car packed with tents, sleeping bags and 4 loud mouths.
6: Walking My Baby Back Home, Nat King Cole. Just because I like it?
7:Everyday by Buddy Holly. I always liked Buddy Holly but I had never listened to his music and even when I had I didn't know it was Buddy Holly. A couple of years ago I started getting familiar with his music so this MUST go up. Plus, this song was in one of my all time favorite movies “Stand By Me”.
8: Gone For Good, The Shins. I discovered The Shins at the beginning of this year and even though I haven’t listened to them properly this song got stuck in my head and made me look for their music.
9: Rock Hard Times, by the Eeels: When I was back home earlier this year I went through my old cds. The ones I used to listen to when in high-school and I fell all over again for the “Shootenanny” album. Listened to it on repeat for a week or so, so here you go.
10: Can I Change My Mind, by Delroy Wilson. No reasons. Just because I can.
11: Bobby Jean by Bruce Springsteen. You cannot have a mixtape without Bruce Springsteen in it.
There would be more but I got tired and I'm pretty sure these would fill the first side of a cassette. I might do the other side some other time. Till then, BABABOOEE.
Since I’m bored and I have no cassettes or any means that would help me to make a mixtape and I feel like making one I’ll do it here with videos from youtube. Corny? Who cares? It’s the internet and you can do, say and write whatever you please. So if you’re going to whine, save it. Enjoy.
1: Such Great Heights, originally written and performed by “The Postal Service”. I won't lie. I did hear this song first by Streetlight Manifesto covering it. I like both versions the same but not being able to pick which one I should put on here I’ll put the original.
2: Kristina She Don’t Know I Exist, originally written and performed by Catch 22. A good friend of mine played this song for me when we were 15 or 16 and I loved it.
3: Twisting the night away, by Sam Cooke. This might be an old one but it never fails to cheer me up. I was in between this and “We’re Having A Party” but I picked this one because I can.
4: When You’re Smiling, by Louis Prima. Once again I was in between “When You’re Smiling” and “Banana Split For My Baby” but I picked this one for obvious reasons.
5: Beyond The Sea, by Bobby Darin. After this summer vacations this song seems to soften the images in my head and remind me of a small car packed with tents, sleeping bags and 4 loud mouths.
6: Walking My Baby Back Home, Nat King Cole. Just because I like it?
7:Everyday by Buddy Holly. I always liked Buddy Holly but I had never listened to his music and even when I had I didn't know it was Buddy Holly. A couple of years ago I started getting familiar with his music so this MUST go up. Plus, this song was in one of my all time favorite movies “Stand By Me”.
8: Gone For Good, The Shins. I discovered The Shins at the beginning of this year and even though I haven’t listened to them properly this song got stuck in my head and made me look for their music.
9: Rock Hard Times, by the Eeels: When I was back home earlier this year I went through my old cds. The ones I used to listen to when in high-school and I fell all over again for the “Shootenanny” album. Listened to it on repeat for a week or so, so here you go.
10: Can I Change My Mind, by Delroy Wilson. No reasons. Just because I can.
11: Bobby Jean by Bruce Springsteen. You cannot have a mixtape without Bruce Springsteen in it.
There would be more but I got tired and I'm pretty sure these would fill the first side of a cassette. I might do the other side some other time. Till then, BABABOOEE.
Friday, 22 October 2010
Manchester, Leeds, Halloween, Coffee, Beer, Cigarettes, Hotel
I used to do that some years ago so I can still do this now. Since my Halloween plans for partying in Leeds went all downhill, I decided that this won’t stop me from going out, having a good time, see a new city and see a band that I like.
So here’s my plan: On the 30th of October I’m going to Manchester. I’m going to visit some friends of mine, we’re going to get a few drinks, take away, watch a movie and spend the night at theirs. On the morning of 31st I’m taking the bus from Manchester and heading to Leeds. The day will probably involve aimless walking around and smoking , coffee drinking and then meal and reading at the cheapest restaurant I can find. Then later on the day, I’m planning on getting my ticket from the venue and go for a beer. Same process on repeat again. Drink and reading till it’s time to go to the gig.
Then after the band does its encore, if they do one, I’m taking my back pack and go for another beer at a nice bar that I hope I’ll find. Then after that, I’m heading to my hotel for some sleeping.
Wake up in the morning, have coffee and then take the train/ bus back to Preston, study and write about my time in Manchester and Leeds. How does that sound? Sounds pretty good to me.
Now I've got to go back and continue with this essay esse...
p.s: I was planning on saying something about how University’s going but I don’t want to jinx it.
p.s2: I was planning on dressing up like an idiot but now I’ll just go as Felix.
p.s3: I might take my camera and put my touristy thing going on.
So here’s my plan: On the 30th of October I’m going to Manchester. I’m going to visit some friends of mine, we’re going to get a few drinks, take away, watch a movie and spend the night at theirs. On the morning of 31st I’m taking the bus from Manchester and heading to Leeds. The day will probably involve aimless walking around and smoking , coffee drinking and then meal and reading at the cheapest restaurant I can find. Then later on the day, I’m planning on getting my ticket from the venue and go for a beer. Same process on repeat again. Drink and reading till it’s time to go to the gig.
Then after the band does its encore, if they do one, I’m taking my back pack and go for another beer at a nice bar that I hope I’ll find. Then after that, I’m heading to my hotel for some sleeping.
Wake up in the morning, have coffee and then take the train/ bus back to Preston, study and write about my time in Manchester and Leeds. How does that sound? Sounds pretty good to me.
Now I've got to go back and continue with this essay esse...
p.s: I was planning on saying something about how University’s going but I don’t want to jinx it.
p.s2: I was planning on dressing up like an idiot but now I’ll just go as Felix.
p.s3: I might take my camera and put my touristy thing going on.
Sunday, 10 October 2010
How To Empty Your Pockets
The smell of 3 half-empty cups of coffee on my desk makes me want to hurl. They’re plastic cups though, so I don’t need to wash them or anything. I just empty them and throw them away. I got a bottle of orange juice by my side and a half-full packet of Marlboro lights as well. I don’t smoke inside cause I don’t want my clothes to reek of smoke. Funny isn’t it? I never minded it untill now.
Anyway, if anyone told me that I would be able to see the train passing by from the window of my future room I’d get excited. But it’s not that pleasant. Every time it passes by it makes my bed shake a little and the noise...well don’t get me started on the noise. But I got used to it funnily enough. It’s like one of those misfortunes that you just get used to by the time.
I spend most of my days reading academic books and fiction literature, drinking coffee and walking/smoking my way around the city of Preston thinking and day dreaming. Not like a teenage girl would do, while playing with her pig-tails. Like a 22 year old man with a beard does. The manly man way. Day dreaming about the past the future and even the present. As Deborah Harry once sang in one of her songs “dreaming is free”. So even though I rarely engage in a conversation with another human, apart from the times I’m in class or I order my coffee, I seem to get accustomed to this. But it seems that it has a dangerous effect on me. Thank god for technology and especially telephones. Oh sweet technology without you I’d just be a phoneless bearded ex-chain smoker. But now, you connect me with million voices.
“Sorry, do you have a minute?” a girl stops and asks me. I tell her that of course I do and let her surprise me with all the information that would lead to the same old question: “Would you be interested in becoming a member of our organization”. My reply is negative. She insists: “Are you sure you don’t wanna be a member…not even a little bit?” I answer: “I didn’t know there’s a way of being a member of an organization just a little bit…I thought you either were or you were not.” She laughs and then smiles at me…”Yeah, you're right. Have a nice day…” I smile back and I’m on my way. She was cute.
P.S: Once again I got you. Title's misleading and the picture has nothing to do with the text.
Thursday, 2 September 2010
Lose Weight And Still Be Overweight
All these years, all this back and forth from my city and to another country, had made me forget about the littlest things that define and differentiate the place I was born from any other. . I’m not talking about the millions of coffee shops, almost around every corner and everywhere you turn your head to. Neither about, the kiosks or markets or any of these things.
I had forgotten how my city yawns, day and night. How it stretches in total boredom and tries to catch up with the madness of any other capital of the world. How it moves in slow motion and almost every time of the day some parts smell like the “piss-patrol unit” cruised around during the night and sprayed the whole place for our odour pleasure.
Just like every other capital it's got a lot to offer, plenty to admire and the same phobias, mentalities and "philosophies". After I spent couple of months re-living and remembering all these, we decided to leave the mainland and go to an island.
We left Athens to go camping on an island called Crete. We spent 10 days, sleeping under the sky, feeding ourselves with tin cans, getting drunk at night and taking dumps in little taverns. Pretending we were going there for their coffee or little local treats. It was amazing at least, eventhough their coffee was the worst I've ever tasted. You could actually chew on coffee or sugar bits in between every drag. I never knew that I can’t climb or walk on a rocky surface without falling at least twice. Now, I know.
I’d go through analyzing every single day we were there but I won’t. I’ll just jump to the last two days as they strike me as the most fascinating.
So, we had very little store of fuel in the tank and money to last us for about 3 days. Enough to ride for an hour or so, and the distance to the port where we were supposed to take our ship from, was 2 and a half hours away. All the petrol stations had ran out as well, due to a strike. So, we were either going to sit still and wait for the strike to come to an end or try our luck.
It was around 5:30 in the afternoon when we got informed that the strike had come to an end, and all the gas stations would be open and servicing the very next day. One of us talked to an acquaintance of his, that happened to be also at a camp site. About 45 minutes to 1 hour away from where we were staying.
From that same source, we got informed about a beach party that was going to take place there that same night. So with no second thoughts we packed our bags and at 10:30 at night we left our spots and hit the road. I don’t know if we did it because we wanted to push our luck or because we were dying for some partying and “socializing” but what matters is that we did it anyway.
It turned out that it was a beach party which was organized by the youth members of a “leftish” political party. We heard from a guy that even the chairman of that political party would appear at the campsite the very next day.
Before we even get to familiarize ourselves with that information, a bottle of wine, few beers, some raki and a couple drinks later we were partying up on the beach. Even if we tried to be reasonable and go to sleep early, as we had to get up at 6 in the morning the very next day, the "car surfing", "car air swimming" and plenty other activities didn't allow us to. Also taking pictures with strangers without them being aware and trying to talk to girls about playing golf using rabbit holes while they were discussing politics, relationship matters and what not, didn't help us go to bed either. All and all it was fun. At least for us.
I'm in Preston right now and the weather has some serious mood-swings issues. Well, I did my part, wrote another entry on here, you did your part by reading it...well,
Till hell freezes over and I stop goofing it up, bababooee.
p.s: the title is misleading, sorry fatties.
I had forgotten how my city yawns, day and night. How it stretches in total boredom and tries to catch up with the madness of any other capital of the world. How it moves in slow motion and almost every time of the day some parts smell like the “piss-patrol unit” cruised around during the night and sprayed the whole place for our odour pleasure.
Just like every other capital it's got a lot to offer, plenty to admire and the same phobias, mentalities and "philosophies". After I spent couple of months re-living and remembering all these, we decided to leave the mainland and go to an island.
We left Athens to go camping on an island called Crete. We spent 10 days, sleeping under the sky, feeding ourselves with tin cans, getting drunk at night and taking dumps in little taverns. Pretending we were going there for their coffee or little local treats. It was amazing at least, eventhough their coffee was the worst I've ever tasted. You could actually chew on coffee or sugar bits in between every drag. I never knew that I can’t climb or walk on a rocky surface without falling at least twice. Now, I know.
I’d go through analyzing every single day we were there but I won’t. I’ll just jump to the last two days as they strike me as the most fascinating.
So, we had very little store of fuel in the tank and money to last us for about 3 days. Enough to ride for an hour or so, and the distance to the port where we were supposed to take our ship from, was 2 and a half hours away. All the petrol stations had ran out as well, due to a strike. So, we were either going to sit still and wait for the strike to come to an end or try our luck.
It was around 5:30 in the afternoon when we got informed that the strike had come to an end, and all the gas stations would be open and servicing the very next day. One of us talked to an acquaintance of his, that happened to be also at a camp site. About 45 minutes to 1 hour away from where we were staying.
From that same source, we got informed about a beach party that was going to take place there that same night. So with no second thoughts we packed our bags and at 10:30 at night we left our spots and hit the road. I don’t know if we did it because we wanted to push our luck or because we were dying for some partying and “socializing” but what matters is that we did it anyway.
It turned out that it was a beach party which was organized by the youth members of a “leftish” political party. We heard from a guy that even the chairman of that political party would appear at the campsite the very next day.
Before we even get to familiarize ourselves with that information, a bottle of wine, few beers, some raki and a couple drinks later we were partying up on the beach. Even if we tried to be reasonable and go to sleep early, as we had to get up at 6 in the morning the very next day, the "car surfing", "car air swimming" and plenty other activities didn't allow us to. Also taking pictures with strangers without them being aware and trying to talk to girls about playing golf using rabbit holes while they were discussing politics, relationship matters and what not, didn't help us go to bed either. All and all it was fun. At least for us.
I'm in Preston right now and the weather has some serious mood-swings issues. Well, I did my part, wrote another entry on here, you did your part by reading it...well,
Till hell freezes over and I stop goofing it up, bababooee.
p.s: the title is misleading, sorry fatties.
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