a The Transit Lounge: February 2006

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...

Monday, February 27

All By Myself

This is one little Patsy who was off her chops on Saturday night.

Was a simple and innocent enough plan to begin with. Me and Brett were heading out to see mates of mates from Melbourne play a blues gig nearby. Then I managed to twist his rubber arm into a few drinks at Zerro, because then I knew I could drag him off to Triangle with me. Hehe.
One of the guys who runs this particular party, London Calling, gave me a bottle of champers, unopened and all as thank you - I was so puzzled, I didn't know exactly why so after I drank the bottle and danced my ass off, in fine sweaty form I cornered him and got the lowdown. He was just happy that I always bring a lot of people to this party - how nice was that!! The funniest part was next when he commented on how lovely my skin was....big mistake. Do you think I could shut up about Q10 and how I have turned all those around me (ie all the boys) onto it too. Um....yeah...we didn't talk much after that. Champers makes me absolutely mental. I do recall telling somebody about the fine art of desexing dogs...shite.
Then it was business as usual. That involves me getting on stage and (probably in my mind only) rocking the crowd. It also means I kick anybody else off stage in the process - like why be on stage if you're not gonna shake what yo mamma gave ya? Also, why be on stage and try and talk to me? More than once I had to just shake my head and say "Later, I'm in the middle of something." (Honestly, when I'm in that "zone" (wtf??) I couldn't give a toss about the intervention your organising for your alcoholic best mate).
Brett, Ivan and I dragged our sorry asses off about 5am, shook it out with some Chemical Brothers on the drive home. Ivan's van rocks, especially with the music pumping. Hadn't had such a good chat with him since before my last trip home, so it was nice to get everything back on track and reliase we are still the great mates were always destined to be.
But Sunday came and Sunday went with a little of the Sunday Horrors I used to experience pre-January 1. I just felt a bit flat. I am not actually upset about not being with DIO15, it's more of the fact that *sigh* here it all goes again *blah*. All that time and energy for nothing, who's to say next time it won't be the same? And who's to know when that next time will be?
Anyway, I know that's not the way to think, I have to believe there are bigger and better things on the horizon. I am such a picky priss like this, and I know I can't settle on anything less - why should I? - that just makes me miserable and I know I have made the right decision.
I just get so bored on my own!!

Saturday, February 25

The B est Break Up Ever

Wow - I never thought a completely mutal break up was absolutely ever possible.

But it is, and I've just been a part of one - over the phone no less too.

Weird, well because we both had exactly the same thoughts, even something about going to a batting cage too, but that's on another topic, and felt exactly the same way.

And we are still going to go to Thailand together in April. I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. Now there is absolutely no pressure in anything and I am feeling really good, like really good.


Wednesday, February 22

One Day at a Time

So I hung out with DIO15 last night at home. The neighbours came around and the flatmate was home and a jovial - albeit drunken - time was had.

Hadn't seen him in nearly 2 weeks. But that was cool, had a great time, all was dandy. Anyway, this I can handle and am happy to go along with just to see him here and there. I don't know what he feels about that, I don't think it bothers him so much either. I am sure if it did, he would tell me. He is that kind of person.

List No. Whatever (12??)

Been a while since I have done this.
Making me vomit at present:
The "Madonna" champagne I drank last night. I vomited it all out last night, including my nose...when you have eaten tacos for dinner, that really hurts.
That game called Risk where you all sit around invading each other's countries. I got bored - and drunk - and rolling the dice to decide who wins or loses kind of got tiring. The best part was when Naoko decided there should be a typhoon and just blew all the pieces over.
Dirty Dancing 2 - "Havana Nights"...and Mr Swayze makes an appearance as the resident dance instructor, who is just that little bit past it and a little bit too pervy and touchy feely towards his young, blonde dance students - oh and had just a little bit too much palstic surgery.....there is one scene where, combined with the lighting and over skin tightening, he looks positively evil.
Settling my stomach:
Yakult, can't drink enough of the stuff.
My new bedroom. When Cliff n Troy moved out, I moved into Cliffy's room and have not needed to use my asthma medication once during the night.
Dirty Dancing - the original. 'Nuff said.
Other things I have previously yayed or nayed to are here.

Thursday, February 16

What's Love Got To Do With It?

....so sings Tina Turner. I say I must agree with her.
It is so strange. I thought after all time of not really having a proper boyfriend - not that I would call DIO15 my boyfriend, but we are definitely seeing each other - that I would be happy to jump right into things and you know be all couply and stuff.
Well 3 years is a long time, and time enough to forget how easily bored/tired/over I get of men I am seeing. Funny, I suddenly remembered after spending 3 days together, 1 1/2 of them forced due to the continual problem of my stomach, bowels and their irregular, yet often crippling, dependence on the toilet.
I am hopeless and I honestly do not think I will find any one I am happy with in this life time....well at least this life time in Japan. I guess the drama for me is, do I simply hang on to something I think it quite a hopeless situation for company's sake, or do I cut it off completely and start again?
NB - if any of you know that Ben Harper song 'Another Lonely Day' that sums up exactly how I feel about this person.

Thursday, February 9

Raps and Mixes

Shingo Nishinari is really happy with me - and this is why.

Satoshi Tomiie probably would be too, if he ever checks this out.

I know I am!!

Tuesday, February 7

Sun Beam

Although today is completely dreary and crapola outside, it couldn't be any sunnier for me on the inside.

I have been going about my activities today playing Sun Beam's old trance anthem 'Outside World' blaring out of my sony headphones - a track I first heard in Berlin @ Tresor (one of the best clubs I reckon I have ever been to), a tune that always enhances my mood.

One thing that never ceases me about Japan is how a hopeless situation can literally turn around over night....and this is nothing to do with Rachel Hunter and Pantene.

So last week I was fully ready to throw the towel in. On Friday night I came to a decision to leave Japan in March. I told everyone around me at the time (over a tquyila shot in Zerro), rang my sister and said 'God help me, I am coming home.' To be honest, I was fully relieved with my decision. I said to Brett Saturday morning with my interview looming ' If I don't get this, I am out of here.'

Needless to say the interview went well - they emailed me Sunday to say I have the job. Not only that, but they don't need me to start until May 1 which fits in extremely well with my travel/visa plans. 25 hours or so a week, leaving me enough time to write and do my other jobs.

On top of that, after 2.5 years on/off, I have finally decided to change hostess clubs, have a meeting set up tonight at a new club that offers a whole lot more than what I am currently getting PLUS I do not have to drink alcohol, nor do I have to work every night. So my plan is to work my ass off there until the end of March, go back to Oz for a week and then onto Thailand or the Philippines for 2 weeks.

As good old Sunbeam puts it, we are only meant to exist in the outside world....and I am ready to go back to it.

Wednesday, February 1


Feed me to the dogs.

In all seriousness, I think then I will feel somewhat better than what I do now. Hmmm, funny, with the guy I am seeing, we both thought 'ah hang on, maybe this is too much too soon' and it is true, so we have decided to chill the hell out, and because I don't know about my future in this country, that is all within reason.

On the upside, I have my Satoshi Tomiie interview tonight, and I have a job interview on Saturday, cause i am sick of hostessing! Wish me luck!!