Zen and the art of Motorcycle Maintenance

I am looking for this book. Amazon.com does not ship to Macau.

The red tapes

yeah well.. nobody is seeding the albums. so all I've got left is EmperiorLukeSteelRox's channel on youtube! Thanks mate!

Suburban Kids

Asian flavour

Inspired by Ani’s recent post about alternative ingredients I decided to explore the supermarket this morning after a 3-hour boring exam. The Asian supermarket is a scary thing. You can’t imagine what’s going on out there. There is an Indian section, a Japanese section, Middle-Eastern section and general Chinese stuffs. Don’t be surprised if there is little variety of cheese, bread or milk – they don’t eat such stuff. Normally, I’d buy some generic products to make a salad or a soup plus some hard to find dark bread (which comes in limited supply and is quickly sold out to hungry Westerners- I mean it happens in minutes and you have to fight for it hahah), but not today. Today, we are going to examine the debris of taste and smell. First, thing in basket: Indian yellow curry. A few weeks ago in Hong Kong I had the most amazing curry-potato-spinach-roti meal that every self-respecting vegan must learn to cook (not that I am a vegan). Second on the list comes tofu – I have never bought any packaged tofu before (simply because I don’t want to be frustrated again by finding out that the tofu I am eating was marinated in pig blood) but this one seemed decent and NOT marinated. Combined with young corn, sprouts and green beans in soya sause...mmmm! The rest was the usual – avocado (after 6 months in Central America I can’t live without it), lentils, beans, walnuts and tortilla bread. After filling the basket, I realized that I haven’t bought any dairy products (normally a must have) .. but oh well.. today will be a pure-protein, low-cholesterol day. The Asian supermarket hides many secrets. Just the variety of spices and mushrooms is scary, not to mention the hundreds of types of soy sauce, noodles and weird-ass-looking vegetables. I decided to conclude the experiment by buying a chestnut spread. Don’t know what to do with it and I am hoping that Google knows some interesting suggestions.

The Earl of Slander

Не мога да обясня защо публикуах предното послание. Чета тази книга, толкова засмукваща и детайлна, създаваща ужасно визуални картини в главата ми. Паланюк е майстор на съвременни гротескни герои. Историите в книгата ме вдъхновяват по странно тъжен начин. Репликите ми се изострят, стават по-иронични от необходимото, точно както преди. В хладилника има домат, глава лук и половин кофичка кисело мляко и видът им ме разсмива, все едно и аз влизам в книгата. Превръщам се в модерен, стандартен, трагично-обречен персонаж. В книгите на Паланюк щастливият край е условен, романтиката е тъжна, думите могат да те накарат да помиришеш мухъла по стените на посредствени жилища и евтини мотели. Чета и си мисля за посредствеността около мен. За ежедневния стремеж да се отдалеча от нея, който само при четенето на Паланюк, ми се струва адски безслислен. Не ме разбирайте погрешно, книгите му са страшно добри, но има нещо ужасно и реално в тях, ужасно реално, рисуващо картини от свят, който не е толкова чудесен. Не толкова, колкото се опитвам да се убедя, че е, всеки ден.

"If you love something, set if free. Just don't be suprised if it comes back with herpes" (Haunted, Chuck Palanhuik)

The Beach

“We all travel thousands of miles just to watch TV and check in to somewhere with all the comforts of home, and you gotta ask yourself, what is the point of that” (The Beach)

I vaguely remember how it all started. When was the first time, the first trip, the first sublime tiredness after a full-day travelling? Perhaps it was that first trip to Sofia completely on my own when I was 14, perhaps it was the years of hitchhiking the dusty roads of Bulgaria. I don’t know. But now it is traveling, only traveling and it will be mainly traveling in the future. It is not a luxury anymore, is my study, my work, my daily-round. With both its pure pleasures and commercial crap. We do not feel the impact and weight of our decisions until only after when the “damage” is done. And so it happened, somehow, due to processes that I do or do not control, that two weeks ago, I was standing on the beach of The Beach. Right there where the movie scenes were shot. No matter how many pictures I upload, it won’t be enough. Standing there, my feet soaked into the blue crystal waters, naked, at 8 a.m., I couldn’t help it. Tears started rolling down.
In tourism we are selling dreams.
Standing on the beach was a dream come true.
I don’t even remember when I first saw that movie, but I know I have always wanted what Richards was looking for. And then I found it and I am still living the dream.
Never listen to anybody who tells you that they don’t come true.
(and yes there were sharks in the water, just like in the movie)

Damn I am in love with those Australians.

Dusk // Dawn

March 2009: a group of ambitious, adventurous Finns embark on a long mysterious journey from Helsinki to Tokyo. The goal - the filming of a short sitcom of about 8 episodes, each 20 minutes. The main character - Nipu - a Nissan-Datsun on the brink of fatal dissolution travels around Central and East Asia to eventually reach its final destination in Japan in September 2009. What happens? Even I don't know. We are all waiting for the masterminds, currently enjoying the pleasures of "civilization" to bring out the final, edited cuts. Until then... check out the trailer! Congrats Miikka, Toni and crew! Its gonna be a grand finale for this four-year NHTV-Breda...lets call it "crap" that we are doing!

Post-Thailand state of mind

Its time. We must begin again. Anew. I am slightly overwhelmed of the idea that 2010 will be better, more extreme, more life-changing, more creative and weird than 2009. Judging by its very beginning traveling will be part of it.
I know that all I wished for at the Countdown Party will happen. I will make it happen .
Fast-life is good but slow-life may be better.
Less thinking about yesterday and tomorrow and more focus on now.

India.

I want Edinburgh to be as welcoming as Breda was 4 years ago.
Everything must run its course. And now my first night home (?) after the amazing 3 weeks of holiday around South East Asia I can close my eyes at peace and know that I am exactly at where I need and want to be, no matter what my emotional, homesick being is telling me sometimes.
2010 will be even better.
(this is how Thailand enhances positivism and life-loving moods, or it may just be the vitamin D overdose :)