Fuck! Where's The Motivation?

This is going to be a short one, I tell you.

I want to stray away from sports - hell, this isn't a sports blog, but I have talked about it in previous blogs. I won't chatter about how there is one month left before another year in University either. No. That's too boring, and irrelevant to talk about now - simply because school should not be the focus of summer. Well, at least not for me. I'll put it this way. When summer arrives (say, from May to end of August), the last thing I want surfacing on my mind is school. End of August, early September is different though. Yes, I know Summer ends September 21.

No. Today I will talk about bagel with cream cheese. Yes. Run, god dammit, run! OK. Don't. Gotcha. As if I'm going to bore you to death (as always) by writing about freaking bagels with cream cheese. Mind you, it's pretty damn good to have for breakfast. Not the healthiest of foods, but I believe it's great to have once, twice (hell, three!) times a week. OK, have it every single day for breakfast, lunch and supper. See if I care! Yes, yes I do care. Don't do it, just don't.

I have been thinking about writing a short story and blogging it here just for fun. I do not know what it would be about - some ideas here and there - but it would be a splendid side project introduced to Reality: Moment of Clarity. I will ponder a bit more, and see what I can come up with. I will blog about this in the next few days, should I choose to write a short story. Again, no promises just an idea. A side project.

Bad Habits Die Hard

So, the other night I decided to drink Rum - a grand total of 6 glasses (with Orange juice). Well, at least 6 glasses that I remember. Instead of opening the delicious bottle of Cuban Rum, Havana Club, that my parents bought me last year when they went to Cuba, I opted for Appleton Estate. That, my friends, is some good Jamaican Rum.

I don't drink to get drunk - those who do are simply idiots and crave for stupidities. I'm not the type. I drink to expand my alcoholic expertise (Ha!). Really, I will drink to enjoy the booze, to chill out with friends, and so on. It's tough to enjoy, say a particular rum, when you're drinking to get drunk, to feel that buzz.

My favorite alcoholic beverage is whiskey. Irish. Jameson. However, I haven't had any in 2 years. I even remember the last time I drank some Jameson. March 17, 2008. St. Patrick's day. I drank 3/4 of a Jameson bottle (along with other drinks I don't remember). Let's just say I was heavily drunk and passed out on the couch. Now, I didn't decide to quit drinking Jameson, whiskey or any alcoholic beverage. In fact, I am not a heavy drinker - I will have a drink or two every once in a while (say, every 2 weeks). Hell, I might go a month or two without touching wine, beer or whiskey. But that was the last time I had Jameson. The main reason was because I began working the nightshift throughout the entire summer and barely had any time to drink wine, beer or whiskey. Time went by, and I decided to only have Jameson on special occasions - same goes for smoking Cigars. Soon. Soon.

OK. Back to wherever I was trying to go. So, the other night I drank Rum & orange juice. A lot. In my room while listening to music (LCD Soundsystem <- boy, is that shit dope). Getting to the point where you're tipsy/drunk is a tricky thing. It's different for everybody. For me, I have a bad habit of texting and calling friends. Unfortunately, my cousin received a shit load of texts & emails. I won't even get into the details (Ha!). I am a fun tipsy/drunk guy - at least that is what friends and cousins have told me. Fun to be around. And I like that a lot. I also blanked out from 1am to 4am. Must have fallen asleep ... that is what I keep telling myself. Yes, drinking can be a tricky thing. Anything can happen. Sometimes I feel and know what I am doing, but I choose to be loose and see where it takes me. Now, that doesn't happen all the time. I forget a lot. And if I'm drunk/tipsy there's a very good chance I won't remember most of what happened. That is why I always check my phone for texts sent, email, and so on. There is a sense of freedom, feeling loose and content. But I do not drink because I feel the need for freedom or to be happy. You do not need to drink to feel loose, content or free. Though, it does come with the territory of drinking.

I like my wine, too. Bitter & strong. Not sweet. When I'm drinking red wine I don't want to feel like I'm drinking passion fruit (Oasis) - disgusting. I hate sweet drinks, then again the term sweet differs to everyone. Speaking of which, I don't dig girls who drink hard stuff - heavy drinkers. Not a white wine guy, either. Red, red wine.

Where was I? I actually wanted to see what lyrics/poems I could come up with while drunk/tipsy. Yes, yes this contradicts what I have been talking about above. I'll admit, I wanted to get that buzz to see what I could come up with (lyrics/poems). Unfortunately, the experiment failed as I did not write any bloody poem/lyric. Yeah, and I am not trying this again anytime soon. OK, maybe in a few weeks. Yes?

The Summer of Reading 2.0 *Updated August 11*

This is another edition of summer reading for me. Last year I read 9 novels during the summer while at work. For those of you who don't know, last summer I worked the graveyard shift at Home Depot. I spent my 2 breaks (15 minutes) and lunch (30-45 minutes) reading.

Here's what I read last summer:
Shutter Island
White Noise
The Road
Cannery Row
The Winter of Our Discontent
Telex From Cuba
The Grapes of Wrath
We The Living
The Bourne Supremacy

Here's what I would like to read this summer:
Underworld
The Lost City of Z
The Closers
The Secret Agent
End of the Affair (currently reading)
Bright Shiny Morning
Atlas Shrugged
October Country
The Regulators
Sold As A Slave
House of Sand & Fog (My third attempt)


*I may be adding and/or subtracting from this summer's list.

The Pictures on the Coasters

Still reading Underworld, and still editing lyrics. It's been two weeks since I started a fresh lyric, and that one's still not done. I would not necessarily say I've hit a wall, but I do think I should take a short break from writing. Perhaps stray completely away from it all for a while. Do something else. Continue biking and help my brother become a better soccer player.

Soccer. Speaking of which, I have thought long and hard about getting back into the sport. I have not played in an actual team, or in any sort of game for a little over two years. The reason? My knees. I would not say I'm slower in defence, but I'm not nearly as fast as I used to be. I played an aggressive style, and I would say I intimidated my opponents. The stories I have, the injuries I have caused (by accident. Not done on purpose, but it comes with the territory), and the thrash talk on the field. I miss it. Kind of. I have been thinking about getting back to playing soccer in a team or with friends again. I do become quite competitive as well.

Back to reading. I am eager to finish Underworld. I've been reading it since May! I rarely take this long on a book, even though it's 832 pages. I am very close to finishing it - about 160 pages left. I am not sure which novel I should begin once I'm done Underworld. Either finish Regulators by Stephen King (Never finished it last summer. Half way through), or start The Lost City of Z by David Grann, which seems really interesting.

Well, time for me to change my Miss Caribbean Tan International calender to July. Who will be the lovely Miss?