Hoi An, Vietnam. Sue Tsang, 2010.


Sunday 30 October 2011

Happy Halloween!

Harro

I wanted fake blood, and to wear a poncho but my flatmates scoffed at the idea of a Mexican zombie so I just went as a Chinese zombie who later became a bit of a hipster zombie. It was a good time.

- Check out accidentalchinesehipsters who used one of my pics in their Halloween post! Thanks for the love!

Wednesday 26 October 2011

So true

We went to check out the Cloud because the Black Seeds were playing. I had tried a few times before to get in but the rugby was going off and while I was enjoying the hype, I wasn't ready to give up my afternoons queuing to be squashed into a venue. I was pleasantly surprised on Saturday night. It's a good wee pop-up venue, and the crowd were chill. We even squeezed our way to the front. Love a chill crowd. Of course, met a couple of Scottish lads at the front. It's not so easy to get to the front of a crowd in Scotland. They were both wearing their rugby tops. I asked if I could have John's rugby top. I thought we had an exchange but he thought I was talking about his red shirt underneath. No, I said, your Scotland top. He thought about it, no. Oh, I said. Well you can wear it for 5 minutes. Great, enough time for a photo then, happy with that. Took a few photos, hung out til the Black Seeds had finished their set and we were on our way. Off to find another party. I was KEEN to check out the Puma After hours Club that's been in town but I think we walked in the wrong direction. Soo got chatting to some lad who was shouting down from his balcony. I just wanted to find the after hours club. I was trying to find a good wi-fi connection so I could use Google Maps. The guy was now downstairs trying to hustle us into his apartment. He had already bribed Soo with a cigarette. They were hollering at me. I just wanted to find the after hours club. Hey, c'mon, he says we can go up, shouts Soo. I don't want to go up there, I say to myself as I walk towards them. Hey, this is Dollar. Sue, nice to meet you. He's from X, says Soo. I have no idea where X is so I just nod and smile. Cool, I say. C'mon, let's go, everyone is upstairs, says Dollar. Dollar, dolla bills y'all. His yellow watch stands out beautifully on his black skin. Yellow stands out beautifully on my skin too. I ask him if I can have it and go to unbuckle it. He says, no. I say, okay. It's a  fuckin good watch, I say, I like it. We get to the flat after walking up one flight of stairs; going through a door and turning into the third door on the right. It's dark inside with balloons taped to the ceiling. We were handed Vodka Cruisers, raspberry flavour. Everyone was drinking Vodka Cruisers. Guys, and girls. It was a 25th birthday. I thought to myself, what the fuck but didn't want to be rude so drank it like everyone else. I found some 3D glasses and popped out the glass and wore them for the rest of the night. I have no idea why. I even have photos. I took some photos of myself in the mirror when I was in the bathroom. I was having fun doing that til someone knocked on the door so I said, gimme 2 minutes. I had a quick pee, and washed my hands with the posh soap then  went back out to the party. I got given some chocolate cake on a paper plate. I had no interest in talking to any of these people so I sat out on the balcony where the smokers were taking slow drags on their cigarettes and smiling into the room. Their eyes were not focus. Too many Vodka Cruisers I bet. I still had my glasses on with no glass, and my raspberry Vodka Cruiser. I put down the cake and the Vodka Cruiser and looked around. Who were these people? I didn't want to be rude so I started eating the cake. I didn't get given a spoon so I had to use my hands. It was good cake. The creamy middle looked like brie so I just ate the sponge around it and left the middle. Soo was smoking another cigarette. I went back inside to find a napkin to wipe my hands. I couldn't find any. Only cakes. They had a square sponge cake still in the plastic bag. Cakes everywhere. I was looking for something savoury now but there were no nibbles anywhere only empty Vodka Cruiser bottles. I even looked in the pantry. Soo was now dancing with Dollar. I couldn't tell if she was enjoying herself or not. Google Maps confirmed that we had walked ages in the wrong direction from the Puma after hours club. I said to Soo it was time to go.  I rummaged through the plastic bags for a Vodka Cruiser for the road but they were all finished so I took a Red Bull instead. Wow, that was random, we laughed as we retraced our steps back to the entrance. We got distracted at this point by a 24hr shop where I bought a kiwi pie. I swiped my card and entered my PIN. Do you have any ketchup, I asked. The man said, no. I was a little disappointed. I hope I didn't look too disappointed because it's not his fault but why would you not have ketchup. I felt like putting back the pie and asking for a refund but of course I didn't. It was tasty. I think we had given up on the after hours club at this point. We went instead to a pop up bar that's normally a really average coffee place with horrific customer service. With the rugby it has had a pop up extension of sorts and now sells drinks with a big TV screen. We were here just a few weeks back, and there was a creepy old man who gives me the creeps just thinking about him. He wasn't there tonight. Thank fuck. Creep. I recognised the Japanese boy with the dreadlocks from last time and smiled at him. I think I was the creepy old man this time if it's possible for me to be a creepy old man. He smiled back, and I smiled at him a bit more. Soo drank a Coke. I talked some very important rubbish to some Irish lads then it was time to call it a night. Soo paid for the taxi. I must pay her back. I woke up the next day a little bit tired but with a Red Bull in my bag. The Black Seeds were excellent by the way. xx

Wednesday 19 October 2011

Wednesdays

As part of my weekly volunteering stint, I get to go to film screenings!

It's pretty great, I'll get a txt in the morning stating if I can get there for 8.45 then I can come see a film. I make sure to tell my flatmates (hello) with their serious lawyer and accountant jobs that I will be spending the morning watching a film, and with a breakfast apple in hand, I skip off to the screening bidding them a very good day at work. Good day!

I generally ask what the film is called but the title does not often reveal too much. 13 ASSASSINS was an epic 141mins long Japanese samurai film. It opens with a hara kiri scene which is quite hard to stomach (yes...) at 9.30 in the morning but it sets the tone for the rest of the film. A wee shame that one of the other viewers huffed and puffed through the whole film, and even imitated the voices. Can't stand ignorance like that. I thought the film was a great cultural insight into the life of samurai, and the role of the Shoguns in Japanese history. Very good although I'm not sure if I would watch it again.