a The Transit Lounge: June 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...

Wednesday, June 28

The Famous Five

I was tagged by Tam, and here goes.

So 5 facts you didn't know about me.

1. I have a thing for big earrings. The bigger the better, especially when it comes to hoops. The hoops that are my constant companion of late are so big I can fit my fist through them.
2. I love hats and scarves. I wear one or the other almost everyday - with big earrings. My favourite cap is one Cambosis bought for me in Tokyo last year. It is a green army camouflage one, kind of square in shape. My favourite scarf is one my parents bought me in Paris. It is a mix of colours and really light.
3. I can't stand the colours purple and yellow together. It reminds me of ham and cheese sandwiches mum used to make me for lunch when I was little and I can't stand ham and cheese sandwiches.
4. I never used to be able to sleep on my back. Then when I read that it was bad for your skin to always sleep with your head on one side (premature marking!), I trained myself to do it. Now I have difficulty falling asleep any other way.
5. Chocolate has a bad affect on me. If I eat too much I get so sore in my muscles I can hardly move but that doesn't stop me eating it.

Any one else have some fresh facts they can offer me about themselves?

Tuesday, June 27

Just A Sec

I will be with you in a tic, it is just thatball the lines are jammed at the moment, and something on the switchboard is flashing red. Hold the line please.

Monday, June 19

I Can't Get No Satisfaction

So I watched the soccer on Saturday night too, although I wasn't really watching it so much as it being on as background noise while I intently watched Batman down a 2 litre can of Kirin beer I had bought for him at Lawsons (The World's Best Convenience Store as fas as I am concerned).

So during this, My Biggest Crush - that's right DJ "Style Icon" as mentioned previously - came over to catch up. I thought he wanted his jacket back.

I never realised he smoked before. That's all cool, not a problem. Until I saw the cigarettes he pulled out os his evisu jeans and for the last 2 days "he can't be a man cause he doesn't smoke the same cigarettes as me" has been on repeat in my head. How can someone so cool be dangling an ultra light Virginia slim - make that a menthol too - out of his mouth??? I was devastated. He should be puffing away on Styvie's, and since Mr. Stuyvesent isn't in Japan, then bloody YSLs or someother designer brand. It really made me wince. It's one thing for Naosky, my chick n chic Japanese flatmate to be sucking them down, it's altogether something else for the man of my dreams to be promoting them. I think at that moment he kinda slipped of the pedastal.

But then the next day when I noticed the jacket was still in my wardrobe, I realised he had climbed right back on.

Reruns

I am back in Japan but find myself increasingly not wanting to be here. Usually I am really happy to be back and get right into things, now I find it is the last place I want to be. At least for the present. I miss Cairns. My last week in Melbourne was quiet, spending all my time in bed with my leg up. I think i watched about a trillion DVDs, or should I say I slept through about a trillion DVDs.

Spent a great day at the castle yesterday watching a soccer round robin. The sun was out, the music was pumping and there were so many, many shirtless men running around - a whole bunch of gaijin I've never seen before so it was quite the eye candy fest. I think all of the teams bar 1 were made up of people working at or patrons of bars and restaurants around the city. Yes all bar 1 - that bar 1 were a bunch of Brazilians who just got it together at the last minute. And of course won. Must be in their blood - soccer ability as well as rhythm.

So continuing on the soccer note, I watched Japan tie Croatia and most of Brazil lining up against Oz last night at home with Batman and Naosky. I love the fact that ordinarily I don't watch soccer, in fact I think I dislike it more than rugby. Actually no that's not true - rugby well and truly sucks. Anyway, so I NEVER watch it. The only other time in history I can think I ever willingly watched a game was Germany v Brazil for the final of the last world Cup. But that doesn't stop me from becoming an armchair expert and expelling my opinions faster than Batman unloading a round into the balcony next door. Even so, my running commentary tended to focus on the important features of the game, the good, the bad and the ugly - relating to physical features, hairstyles, and dress. So what if it was a uniform? That goalie in grey for Croatia looked, well, drab in contrast to everyone else on the field. And yeah, the Brazillian coach was giving off that used car salesman vibe with his powder blue tie! Japan definitely has the best hair of the tournament - you can't go past Nakata and Takahara. And I gotta say I was surprised by Ronaldinho's out and out handomsely-challenged physical appearance (along with the match, the japanese were running an advertisement for what, we still haven't figured it out, featuring this guy's mug, during every break - is it physically impossible for him to shut his mouth??). I was under some impression that to make it as a sports start of the 21st century, you had to have some degree of talent and 100% absolute hotness and marketability. Guess I was wrong.

And I think I love that Aussie dude Cahill. He's in my age group.

Monday, June 12

Hindsight - The Only Exact Science

Let me direct you all to the comments left for a post I wrote at the end of May regarding Tam's birthday.

In particular, re-read the sections where everybody waives responsbility for any medical expenses I may incur as a result of attending Cambosis's breakdancing party.
I'm just glad Medicare hadn't read that.
I feel I should write up formal Incident Reports of my nights out rather than posts. I'll use Friday night and said breakdancing party as a dummy run.
Right now though, I'm going to drag my sorry ass into my wheelchair and sit outside for some fresh air so I can ponder my future.

Friday, June 9

Short Stories

  • Got some food for thought that can hopefully transpire into dollars for thought somewhere along the track when I had dinner the other night with one of mum's friends who is a producer. I am now trying to figure out how to best work it, but I'm not sure how that involves the cameraman I was talking to the other night and why I invited him to stay with me in Japan. Mind you I say that was the 30 or so Collection Royales I had "sampled."
  • I came to the realisation that something may be, jusy MAY BE, amiss while taking my codeine-ridden pain killer last night. Uopn reading the directions "Take with liquid" I poured myself a champagne. The thing was, I really wanted a champunski - I just couldn't find the vodka.
  • The strange diet I have adopted since being in Melbourne cosisting of champagne, apples and the odd can of tuna combined with walking every day has done not much really. Well not much for me mentally, but I've shed some kilos. I think the secret is to get so hammered - take Wednesday night for example - that the next day you literally cannot move. I spent the entire day in bed yesterday and had no desire to eat at all. Today, I feel great and my jeans are fitting better!
  • Out of the mouths of babes: 2 pearlers from my 3 year old nephew Alex...Me: "I spy with my little eye something that begins with B"....Alex: "Box." Me: "No." Alex:"Oh fuck!" The second happened this morning. Alex"I've got an itch. Can you scratch it for me?" Me: "Yes sure, where is it?" Alex: "In my pants."

Thursday, June 8

Got Me Thinking

I see the rain come down while the sun is shining
Stand at the base of your mountain high

Quite possible my favourite line from a song ever. Fat Freddy's Drop just keep on keeping and I'm in serious danger of overload, but when a song is this good I can't help myself.

Monday, June 5

Another Helping of Four

Four jobs I have had in my life apart from my current role:
1. PA to quite a famous Aussie female entertainer.
2. PA to an Aussie man who thought he was more famous than he actually was.
3. DA to a Director who was quite crazy and had the hair to match.
4. PA to a lovely lawyer who was a partner in the firm I worked in, a role I was promoted to after a crazy biatch at the law firm I worked in tried to sabotage me, which only backfired. It all boils down to her boyfriend, who also worked as a lawyer at the firm, commenting one day on me being beautiful. She, being 5 years older than me and my boss at the time, decided if she couldn't beat me in a beauty contest, then she would abuse her position of authority. Jealous women in a position of power are very dangerous. Silly tart.
Five nicknames I've been given:
Besides the obvious...
1. Hattie - Mad As A Hatter, given to me by Bridgie 'Farrah Flicks'.
2. G -A nickname a few people have co-incidentally bestowed upon me.
3. Sabeth - Chenoa also labelled Ben 'Jamin', the logic is clear me thinks.
4. The Divorcer - Cliffy thought of this one on his own after Troy pointed out a pattern I hadn't caught on to.

Four movies I have watched over and over:
1. You Can't Stop The Music - It doesn't get any better than Steve Guthenberg rollerskating around NYC pre Mahoney, exuding uber-gheyness.
2. Breakfast At Tiffany's - will someone ever stand in the rain for me?
3. Young Frankenstein - the first movie I remember watching. And it scared the bee-jeezers out of me, I didn't quite grasp its comical value until a good decade later.
4. Dodgeball - Ben Stiller in character. Need I say more?

Four places I have lived:
1. Townsville, Australia - uni days
2. Osaka, Japan - halcyon days
3. Nuremberg, Germany - early days
4. Melbourne, Australia - everyday
Four things I love to do on my weekends:
1. Watching Cliff DJ
2. Shooting things on the balcony with Brett and Naoko
3. Sitting in Troy's room while he jams on his guitar
4. Lazing in the sun room at Oasis.

Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. Arrested Development
2. The Office
3. We Could Be Heroes
4. Kath & Kim

Four countries I have been to on vacation:
1. Norway - had the biggest hissey fit of my life there and almost left my boyfriend behind in the grounds of the palace, while I went to board the ship back to Copenhagen.
2. Sweden - sunrise at 9am, dark again by 3pm. Drunk by 4pm.
3. Denmark - got threatened and chased by a man from Christianhavn part of town on the day the Queen Mum died. This was well before 'Our Mary' was on the scene.
4. The Netherlands - half a bag of mushrooms, an asthma attack and a huge freak out that was a definitely a blaze of colour, although not glory, landed me in hospital over night.

Four "things" I could NOT live without:
1. My sense of humour - I once said I deserve my own sitcom.
2. Ventolin - gasping for air, wondering if it will be your last ain't all that.
3. Internet - my fingers get itchy when I'm cut off.
4. Music - the last 3 months it has all been about dub. Oh and the 80s.

Four of my favourite foods:
1. Okonomiyaki - describing it as Japanese pizza couldn't be further from the truth.
2. Edamame - salted green beans, great with beer.
3. The Fizzy Lizzy Splice of Life - got so much alcohol in it, it is like a small meal.
4. Veggie Mash - potatoes, carrots, broccoli and brussel sprouts. You can't go wrong.

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. In Cairns with Tam, going out for a drink.
2. 1984 - was a good year for me.
3. On tour with Robbie Williams
4. In Troy's head. I'd like to know what he's thinking.
Thanks Tam.

On One Hand

Listening to Carly Simon's You're so Vain whilst in the shower this morning I was struck by a thought as I sang along to it. Ms. Simon croons about Warren Beatty's lovelife and their one time affair singing over and over "I bet you think this song is about you, don't you, don't you?" as though he is so vain he will hear this song and think it is about him, when it isn't and therefore he is all the more vain.
BUT...
it IS about him.
So indoor sports aside, he can't be at fault for thinking that can he?

Sunday, June 4

Champagne Ruskie Style

Those Russians are crafty. Vodka topped up with champagne. I call it the Champunksi. Is a lot nicer than it sounds, kind of takes the bubbles off. Actually anything with champagne is pretty good. Forget tonic water, Champagne is my number choice of mixer now.

Thursday, June 1

First Comes The Spark

A whirlwind of thoughts that go something like this:

* going back to uni might not be such a bad option as long as it is on my terms and involves living in FNQ, drinking cosmpolitans and spending my weekends working on one of the boats that goes to the reef for dives and snorkelling. I will squeeze my study in around this. At some point.

* Too much Cay's Crays has wrapped my head and heart around the North and I have come to believe a long held theory of mine that this is where it's at - at least for me. Tam has heard me singing a billion times this week, 'skank be the rock in my life', and I ain't referring to no hoes and biatches. Have some respect.

* My grandma - may she be R'ing IP with a cuppa somewhere over the rainbow, once, and only once, gave me some advice: 'You are only as old as the person you feel." I was 10 years old at the time and didn't understand quite where Grandma was going with it, and felt a little bit sick and my ears violated. 17 years on, I finally get it. Today I was ready to skip class, stock up on the Passion Pop and head to Rowes Bay.

* I don't miss Japan. Not one iota. Sure, I miss my friends and the random, hilarious shite that happens several times a day as a result of us all being together, but as for living in Japan and the country itself, I haven't given it a second thought. There's a first time for everything. It could well be because so far my time in Oz has been primarily in Cairns, but I think it's a precursor to finally moving home.

* Didn't realise how much I missed being around blokey men. Men that are....MEN! Sure everyone in Japan is uber stylish and ultra cool, but where are the utes, the shirtless labourers, the steel capped boots, and naturally buff bodies that are that way as a result of love and appreciation for the outdoors rather than devoting hours to Tipness and friggin' Big Step, and most importantly, where OH WHERE IS THE GOD DAMN HEIGHT?? These qualities can all be combined with panache to be the ultimate of sexy.