a The Transit Lounge: February 2005

Back in the Day: I had a quarter life crisis, headed to Osaka, Japan for the unknown–only to discover that a passport plane ride are not necessarily a ticket to escape. Some Years Later: Settled back in Oz, the man of my dreams ended up in Tokyo for work–which is how a passport and plane ride showed me home is where the heart is. And Now: Well as luck would have it, we are about to embark on Japan Mark 3, with a baby in tow and another on the way...

Saturday, February 26

Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

Well this is it...Freeza opens it's doors tonight for one final hooplah, the big shebang, the par-tay to end all par-tays...tonight before it closes it's doors for... (well let's be honest, on the general public around 6 or 7am, and then the family until last one standing) ...for good.

We've all known this news since just after we saw the new year in, and boy has time flown by quickly. The biggest question on everyone's lips being "Where the f^&k are we supposed to hang out now?"

For the Freeza Family - Ayberk, Chie, Cliff, Troy, Mieko, Kaori, Carlos, Waka, Ange, Makoto and me - it means some weekends coming up of some much longed for shuteye but also leaves a huge gap in our social lives not just together but in general. It is like being evicted and having nowhere to go because....this is where we all go! And the bar is really like our home. It is simply impossible to be at home the way we are in Freeza in any other bar with anyone else running it.

Absolutely anyone who is anyone - and dare I say those who aren't - will be making their way down to our special part of Amerikamura in a few short hours. It is funny - I have met so many people and made so many friends through this little haven tucked away in the back corner on the second floor of the Ameson Building. Who knew when I stumbled across it about 15 months ago purely by accident (trying to escape the clutches of some Afro-american dude who kept hounding me to have a drink with him in a bar down the street, promising he could take me to paradise if I would just let him...) it would become such an integral part to my life in Osaka?

I guess all good things must come to an end. If only those walls could talk...

Friday, February 25

Short Talk

Troy: "I need to put on some weight."
Liz: " If my love for you could be measured in fat, you would be extremely obe-e-e-e-ese."

Troy & Claire: "What's wrong?"
Liz: "I just found out I am the love-child of my sister."

Sunday, February 20

Singing The Blues

Troy and I often sit around while he plays his guitar and I just sing random crap - just whatever tumbles out of my mouth becomes a song.

Anyway, about a month ago, we had a party at home and Troy picked up his guitar and this is what I sang (totally impromptu). We managed to remember it and it has since become our flat song...

I Got The Absolutely Nothing To Worry About Blues

Sitting round, Motown, T-Money, and Me
Drawing back contemplating pipe reality
I feel amiss, something ain’t right
Then all at once I suddenly see the light

Coz it hits me…

I got the absolutely nothing to worry bout blues.

Talk warms up as the ice begins to melt
Changing hands this is the greatest I’ve ever felt
Surveying the scene, wonder how long this will last
But time don’t matter as long as the beats are fast

My mates and P...

We got the absolutely nothing to worry bout blues

(Troy rocks it out with his ripping solo)

Looking straight ahead my eyes dart sideways
I catch the smiles through our transparent haze
Tomorrow fades, sworn to an endless night
From Crystal Heights everything’s alright

‘Cho times with TLC

I got the absolutely nothing to worry bout blues