1. everyone's sporting a david beckham mohawk.
young punks, old farts who should know better and everyone in between.
2. the pound can suck my dick. 1£ (pound) is approximately $1.50, but i've been spending pounds like dollars. today a bought a small coke at burger king--and it was the small kiddie happy meal size in the states--and it cost me .99 pounds. fuckin' ripoff.
3. i feel pathetic spending so much time in an easy internet cafe. but it's cool. it's cheap. it's passing time. it's relaxing, shelter from the hectic, expensive world outside. and now traveling solo for the first time, i get to write down some of the thousands of thoughts that have been running thru my head, stuff i havent been able to tell anyone in my limited human contact. i average only about 20 words an hour. "thank you," "where's...?" "can i have a...?"
4. there arent many asians here. a lot of south asians aka indians, but not many east asians. i'd say about 75% of the east asians ive seen have been tourists. as a result, im treated like a japanese tourist wherever i go. good and bad. good: i get to be invisible, get to mind my own business, fall back into people-watching mode and do as i please. bad: people treat me like i cant speak english. im invisible, but in another way. people say things around me as if i cant understand. kinda like how i would make some off color remarks in english in the presence of old korean ajumas (women) who would faint if they knew wat i was saying. kinda like that, but not really.
true story - lunch today was a £3.90 buffet lunch. took the econo-route and got to see the world cup. not bad.
i was over getting some pasta, when an english couple came in, undoubtedly attracted by the sign that snookered me in. the female came over and looked at the pasta i was scooping onto my plate and told her man, "oh, it looks horrible." the waiter came over and asked if they wanted a seat but the man said "don't bother we're just leaving" as he was halfway out the door.
how fuckin' rude. granted, the pasta wasnt that good, but im sure it would have tasted a little bit better if that bitch didnt say that shit. i knew the food wasnt going to be no 4 star gourmet fuckin' meal, i mean for £3.90 you get wat you pay for. i just wanted to save a little dough and watch the world cup game.
5. this is not only true in london, but every youth hostel i've been to. when im sharing a room with other travellers, the fuckin' room stinks. i dont know if these other fuckers dont take showers or wat, but yesterday when i came into the room late at night, the windows were closed and it was stuffy and stinky in there. smells like fucking feet. 'traveller's feet' ill call it.
6. there are some hot asian mamacitas here. i think they're hotter cuz they have a british accent. a saw a couple on the street yesterday near the 'high st. kensington' underground station where im staying. it was bright and sunny yesterday, it was saturday and a lot of people were walking around. there are a lot of clothing stores on this street: gap, british department stores, benetton, sisley, fcuk, and other high fashion boutiques, so the place attracts a fashionable crowd i noticed yesterday. i see a lot of asian hotties in the subway stations too.
today in urban outfitters there was this rather plain looking asian girl manning an area. she looked southeast asian, light-skinned. wasnt hot or nothing. i asked her about this lomo camera i already decided to buy for my trip to the grenwich meridian line later today. i just wanted to hear her talk. her accent wasnt that thick, but still, I LIKED. ooooh baby, hit me one more time.
i kept asking her other questions and generally was initiating conversation. i guess you could say i was kinda hitting on her. i was laying on my american accent thick, slurring my words and all. she didnt seem impressed. i didnt take it as a rejection in any way, she just seemed a tad shy. oh well, either way i got what i wanted.
that's another thing here in the uk. i think the asian stereotype of the unmanly asian guy is deeply engrained in everyone's head, even among asian girls. i see a lot of white dudes with asian girls. but considering all the fobby asian guy tourists, i can kinda see why. either way, i feel invisible and i feel like im not getting any respect like rodney dangerfield, and that's a pet peeve. shit, i feel like a whiny little bitch and this chip on my shoulder feels big right now. a cynical part of me thinks that asian men don't get any respect unless they look like they have money. while this makes me mad, rather than whine about it for the rest of my life, i think ill just make a lot of money and let the power get to my head.
7. cctv. it stands for close circuit television, or surveillence cameras as we might call them. they're EVERYWHERE. even here, at the easy internet cafe im at. they're in every single store, every indoor mall, even outside. you'll find them all over the subway stations too. some places dont even have signs mentioning them, but you'll see them lurking about. other places, like the subway stations, have signs everywhere warning you that assaulting station employees is a serious crime and that cctv cameras are watching you. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING.
8. one thing that pisses me off about london is that in 99% of the bathrooms, public and private, the faucets are separated into 2, hot and cold. on top of that they're the push kind so you can only wash one hand at a time. and the hot one is SCALDING hot; no joke, i suffered 3rd degree burns the other day. so its pretty fucking useless. hot's too hot, cold's too cold, and you can only wash one hand at a time. this may be no big deal to most people but it bothers an obsessive compulsive hand washer like me.
in other news, i've been chatting with sue j. lee on aol im lately in between reading about the world cup and other news. she aint doing shit this summer, no summer school, no job, nada. she just chillin', like a mother fuckin' villain. anyways, it's been nice talking to you, sue. a little bit of home for a homesick traveller. god bless the internet.