6 Smashed Head and the Hookah Lounge

5/13/09 Skull Crusha!

Stressed this morning, the laundry was broken, though I saw it in use, so I thought they just didn’t want me to use it, but offered to wash it by hand for money..wtf? Just poor communication, it was leaking badly, so I just waited it out, though I was prepared to just wash it myself…what else am I gonna do with 4 hours of nothing in the afternoon, and 2 years of self-laundry experience (toilets, AHHHHG) in my life?

Sweat so much here its just water, not even salty or stinky..so you wear the same cloths all the time, such as my own routine: half-way through the afternoon I’ll shower, then let the cloths air dry (as long as we weren’t walking around or something), and they are fine (no smell) for the next day…otherwise I’d be doing laundry EVERY day. Silly.

Applied to personal health insurance, and emailed my resume to about 20 jobs on craigslist.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Blinding flashing pain roars through my brain, shattering my flight upwards, extending its palid hand through my neck to my shoulder blade…sparks fill my vision, and I utter “Mother FUCKER!”

Apparently my head isn’t stronger then this bunker-built concrete type home. With my height I am either (downwards) doing a slight limbo, or (upwards) ducking and moving discretely. Taking the stairs two at a time has consequences, such as a higher rate of momentum upwards, resulting (in this case) in a very painful skull thrashin’. Luckily I’ve been through worse, but am now pursuing a good massage tomorrow as my neck feels completely awful.

RANDOM PICS (the black stuff is Blood Sausage, very tasty, a texture like fried egg yolk).

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I have now begun deciphering my rambling handwriting style to compress into this textual medium, and its hilarious how I still need to read 2-3 words ahead sometimes just to identify my own pattern of writing, thus finding out what those earlier two words were…nice.

Tonight is the local hookah lounge, taking an estimated 10 minutes in googling, a feat considering my apt googling skills.

I did just finish a pretty in depth Steven Erikson with a rambling, intensely over-indulgent-vocabularizing character, and its reflecting in how I’m writing right now. BE AMAZED!!

I am also compiling the movies I have, as the first four days total ~20 minutes, and is too large to upload (given the disconnects in the wifi connection, which just craps out the upload).

Plus, some good nuggets (like getting thrashed with the 70 year old great-aunts and grandma’s of truc’s, placed in a former post) would get lost for those unwilling to persevere through my own observations of things mundane to some.

It is incredibly hot, even with the fan and the sole AC in the house blazing, to sit on this mattress. My jerry rigged desk (upturned larger suitcase) just gets my butt sweaty from the plastic chair which is available (TMI?).

Either way, your always sweaty. I’m on two showers a day, with three depending on the day, NOT necessarily dependent on exertion. It seems more that the humidity, rain occurrence or not, seems to effect the type of sweat (combined with how much water I’m drinking, or not (alcohol or coffee as a great substitute, HAH)). Last night I was sopping wet just from sitting around due to the general oven-like pervasiveness of Ho Chi Minh, but smelled not a bit, and felt fine.

Sammie is now orgasming to MTV. Without Vietnamese subtitles, it is perfect.

Habibi Hookah lounge:

Cruised over via cab to the hookah lounge: 50.000

Hookah lounge total tab; 352.000:
2 bowls, 2 alcoholic drinks, 1 non-alcoholic drink

Cab ride home: 50.000

NOT using a mastercard but having the cousin (love interest) think that we were in an OPIUM DEN for the first half hour? FUCKING PRICELESS :D

Now that was funny. She wouldn’t try it, but me and Sammie had fun. Mainly got a video review up, so I won’t deal with it in text.

I will say this is the “aha” moment for cushions / material; its too fucking hot, even though small (very small) AC was up in the lounge, and a light fan, it was HOT as fuck with the evening crush of downtown, and cushy / pillowed stuff (which was REALLY nice to sit on) was SO hot on your skin that it would be better to sit on bare wood (non-plastic).

Good times, I was happy mainly to get out of the house.

Cheers.

Bored, the days are so hot to do shit, but mostly it’s the problem of getting lost in the insane turns and the amount of alley ways to getting to the main road, just a few blocks away…necessitating 3-4 turns, of which I only recognize. Downtown has a BIT of English speaking, but very little, and here, the poor area’s only little kids no “HELRO!!!” which is funny. Little kids are the same everywhere.

Early today (2:00PM) after walking around a bit, I was disgusting. So, I deal with blowing ants off of the toilet, place my towel, shower it up with my trusty shower sandals, towel and bask in the cool breeze (sorta) of my rooms devices.

Not much else went on we got a bit drunk with an uncle, I can’t recall, this blog day is written in retrospect, so who knows.

[Edit: Whoops, we all got plowed on the roof! Ate some halfling duck eggs with the beers and tequila…got the great auntie, uncles and mom to shoot :D check it out]