a The Transit Lounge: January 2007

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, January 31


About 3 days ago, my boxes arrived from Osaka - all the stuff I had sent by sea.
So yesterday I set about unpacking them and this is what I discovered:
(a) Just how much stuff I had thrown out pre-Melbourne. I was expecting there to be a lot more in terms of clothes and footwear. I really must have gotten ruthless in Japan. Good for the wallet but kinda sorrowful now;
(b) How quickly the boxes actually arrived - in about 6 weeks instead of 3 months so I am pretty happy to get my hands on my CDs and moozak;
(c) That the finality of my move has hit me. It is completely done with over and out. This kept running through my mind as I was looking through a photo album Cliff and Asami gave me for my birthday - containing photos of all my friends from the birthday party. There are some people - some who were my closest friends - that I will never, ever see face to face again. Some people I will lose contact with. Some people I will always wonder about, some people I will forget. Never again will we all be in the same room again. Already things are different in Osaka - Cliffy is moving on next week, T-Money will be soon, Mieko is in Tokyo, Batman is gone by the end of the year, Naosky is moving to Melbourne next week (yay!).... Those times are well and truly behind me in a real, physical sense. Even if I go to visit it will be very different - new faces, people who don't mean anything to me trying to tell me what it's like, what it's about, in a city I used to know like the back of my hand, that in some respects will have also changed on the face of it. I hate conversations and friendships that are all about 'Hey remember this time...." - if you are really friends, there should be more to it than that. Maybe that's simply what is was all about in Osaka - everyone served their time and had their place in my life. Not to take anything away from the friendships I had with people, or the life I lived with them. But yeah, that was then and this is now, and perhaps now there is no place for any of it in my life as it is and will be from now. Pre-arm smashing on Friday, Andy and I had a good talk about this. I was feelong bad for even thinking this but he helped me put it in perspective. It's over.

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Tuesday, January 30

And the winner is...Sy-do-nee

So for the long weekend that was the Australia Day weekend, I decided to hot foot it to Sydney on my Frequent Flyer points to visit Andy. I used to date Andy in Japan. Briefly - in theme, along with the rest of my forays into Dating in Osaka. Very lovely guy and the only non-gay dude I know who admits he likes musicals.
Well I touched down bright and early, and Andy met me at the airport. I was all set for a big happy reunion in the airport, apart from the fact I was hungover, had forgotten my toothbrush and was too focussed on the possibility of aving morning breath than actually locating Andy. I was a tad concerned that we might not get along - it has been nearly 2 years exactly since we have seen each other, and have only kept in touch with the VERY, VERY occasional email - but Andy put me at ease within minutes, when I commented on the weather and he just laughed and said "Oh shit, we're not talking about that already are we?". From then on it was all a-okay.
Since it was Australia, we quickly headed into the city to see his dad, as his dad and his very old Brush - a car from the beginning of last century - were a part of the Australia Day parade. I was quite surprised - his dad seemed to know all about me and my visit to Sydney. I guess I was shocked that Andy had talked about me at all. I would be all like "Yep a friend is coming to stay" and if anyone asked questions sure I would answer them but I wouldn't voluntarily offer information. And then as we were leaving his dad gave me a kiss on the cheek goodbye. Was kinda sweet, kinda shocking, like I was being welcomed into the family.
Anyway we went back to Andy's house, grabbed our togs and headed for something to eat at Bronte Beach. The walk down was lovely, Andy really lives in a beautiful place. And then it was on to Tamarama Beach for q cuik dip - although I've been to Sydney many times I have never before actually swam in any of the beaches up there! The water was a beautiful aqua colour, although cold, and was just amazing. I was expecting the beaches up there to be ver similar to Melbourne's -i.e. very dark looking and not so inviting. I couldn't wait to get in and since it had been a long time since I had swam in a proper surf beach, I got really tired really quickly (Sayonara shout outs to Suma Beach & Wakayama - never ever again!!).
Got back to Andy's and we both crashed on the couch, got up around 4 as we had his brother's girlfriend's boat party to get to. No we weren't sailing for Nauru, but rather cruising around Sydney Harbour for her birthday. To tell the truth, I was a little nervous. Sydneysiders get such a bad rap - snobby, pretentious, up themselves, rude, shallow. The list goes on...and I ate to admit that I've often agreed with what I have heard. So yeah I was a little nervous about what to wear and also about meeting the 48 other people on the yacht.
Well good thing I don't stick to my preconceived notions very often. Andy's brothers, their girlfriends and their mates combined were nothing short of friendly, sociable, funny, and....just so damn nice! Again, everyone knew of me so that was nice, but I couldn't help but think "God I hope I wasn't a freak when Andy and I were dating." CAuse I know I can be. Like I had forgotten I had told Andy all about my 'sleep paralysis' - something I don't think I have even explained on the blog. But when Andy asked me if I still get it (and that's a YES DAMN IT!) I had a sinking feeling and thought to myself "O schizer. what else did I tell him?"...Anyway, I had a ball. We were on the cruise for about 4 or 5 hours, watched the beautiful sunset over the harbour and drank champagne like it was going out of fashion. When that was out I switched to corona. Oh and note to self and anyone reading, stilettos aren't the yacht shoe of choice.
So yeah we were all pretty drunk by the time we decked in Darling Harbour and were mighty surprised to find our mate Charlie waiting for us as we de-yachted, so we hung out at the Opera Bar by das Opera Haus for a few hours, chatting, drinking, chatting, drinking and so on.
That's where the good times stopped. For Andy anyway.
Well I don't mean it like that exactly, I still had a great weekend, and once Andy got out of hospital I am sure he was a lot happier too. But Andy trying to do a spiderman mission up to the second floor balcony in a bid to get inside the apartment upon realising house keys were with his brother (Guy), falling off and smashing his wrist and requiring surgery was not in the schedule. Turned out the injury was very similar to T-Money's stoned accident 2 years ago - Andy also needed pins, a titanium rod and so forth to put his wrist back together again.
So Saturday I spent with Guy and Sarah - Guy's girl and the birthday girl - watching movies and Mz Amazonia kick The Russian Skank's ass in the women's Australian Open Tennis Final. To say Sarah and I were funny is the understatement of 007. She and I were keeping each other in hysterics for most of the day, with Guy trying to get in on the action, trying to prove he was funny too. Don't worry Guy, you are, in your own special way. Great people, great company. I felt bad for having such a good time while Andy was doped up on morphine waiting for the surgeon at das hospital.
After Sarah went home, Guy and I - well Guy anyway - bought a shiteload of cheese and wine and then proceeded to drink and stuff ourselves back at the aparto. To say Guy and I got along well is another understatement of of 007. Was like we were old friends, I was a little worried at first - cause Andy wasn't there and I didn't want to intrude or anything - but it went so well I must say I am a little sad that we live in different cities! What a great mate.
Got the good news on Sunday that Andy could come out of hospital so Mr G and I decided to throw him a bbq... Firstly, we got the swim at Bronte Beach outta the way. Felt too bad doing that once we had Andy. Then it was breaky, bbq shopping and Andy collection time (the hospital response to us asking where he was: "Oh Balcony Boy."). Mr G made some calls and within minutes friends were arriving to eat and laugh (at and with Andy), fried up the 'roo snagers, some steaks, cola, wine, beer and by the time the tennis action got underway with Federer and Gonzalez, we were all fired up. Apart from Andy who was doing his best to drink something while dosed up on the Fortes and not fall asleep. Again, Sarah and I spent a lot of time on said balcony laughing our asses off, and then Mr G and I stayed up for a bit chatting incessantly - like the good friends we became for the 5 minutes I was in Sydney. I hope Andy didn't feel put out, it was a difficult situation with his arm. Was supposed to catch up with the uncle on Sunday but completely forgot with all the ruckus.
Andy I got to spend a bit of time together on Monday, but not much as my flight left earlier than I first thought and I slept in pretty late. I wanted to catch up with Andy more over the weekend but as fate had it, that just didn't happen so I hope he comes down here for a trip or maybe I can head back up there. Headed off to the airport on Monday feeling a bit worse for wear - it started on Sunday arvo and didn't go away until Tuesday, I suspect it was the mountain of cheese I consumed on Saturday and Sunday. My taxi driver was of questionable sex - either a very manly chick or a wuss of a man. It was freaking me out, and I couldn't wait to get out at the airport.
I felt quite down leaving Sydney - which totally surprised me since I was only there for the long weekend. But everyone I met was so sincerely nice and I felt like they became my friends very quickly. Everyone seemed to genuine when they said they hoped I would come back (either that or they are great actors). I guess I was sad too because I am yet to feel that commaderie with my mates here in Melbourne since returning to Oz. I had my circle of friends in Japan, the close ones I would see all the time, that is how it is in Cairns (thanks to Tam) and that is what this group were like in ol' Sydney Town. In Melbourne pre-Japan, my friends were always spread out over different groups as such - depending on how I met them I guess and how we socialised together. It was rare that I would see all my good friends in the same room, unless it was my bday or something I had organised. Tat never bothered me before. But I have also seen how life goes on whether you are there or not, and my friends in Melbourne all have their lives going on with out me and I am not sure how to get back into it anymore or whether I have a place in their lives anymore.
*sigh* It just seems like the winner is anywhere but Melbourne right now.

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Wednesday, January 24

True Love No More

It's kind of sad in a nostalgic way when you find out your favourite ex- boyfriend is getting married - and obviously not to you. It's even a little bit more tragic when you discover that your second favourite ex-man love is also getting married - and once again not to you - and to top it all off, that he has inherited 50 million dollars. This last real life scenario has left me wondering 'What on earth was I thinking?' It was even a lit bit more depressing when I found out about ex-boyf #1 by reading an invitation at my 'Is he or isn't he?' boyfriend's house a few weeks back.
I think the most depressing realisation of all is that they are not in love with me anymore. Damn!


Wednesday, January 17

Habits That Die Hard

A peculiar habit I have is reading the Death Notices in the Herald Sun. I don't know why, my sister does it too. Anyway, was reading it yesterday and discovered my best mate's grandfather had died. Not the first time that has happened. I remember Dad discovering his mum's cousin - which in a strange family skeleton in the closest type twist turned out in fact to be his mum's brother - had died by flipping through the notices too. I guess there is a lesson in that for all of us. When you figure it out, tell me too please.

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Monday, January 15

Film Fantastic

Since I should be working on an article due days ago, I am using my time wisely by surfing the Internet and getting inspiration from other people to do anything but the task at hand (and making myself therefore feel like I am in fact using my time wisely).
So thanks Tam. I am sure the editor at Planet Asia will be thanking you too.
Movie Mania.
1. Name a movie that you have seen more than 10 times.
Spaceballs, Dodgeball, Young Frankenstein, Zoolander, The King and I, Indianna Jones I, II, II, Back to the Future I, II, III, Stand By Me, every single James Bond with Sean Connery, Roger Moore and Timoty Dalton, Breakfast Club, Romancing the Stone, Goonies, Jewel of the Nile, True Lies...the list goes on.
2. Name a movie that you’ve seen multiple times in the theater.
Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure

3. Name an actor that would make you more inclined to see a movie.
Ben Stiller

4. Name an actor that would make you less likely to see a movie.
Martin Lawrence. You should all know how I feel about this guy. As a product of good upbringing which involved Dad making me stay up late and giving me days off school to watch movies, I can watch anything. Anything but Martin Lawrence - and the day I made a mistake and bought a ticket to his movie was the only day I have ever walked out on a movie. Before the opening credits had even finished. Didn't even get to the title of the film. His name was enough to scratch my retinas.

5. Name a movie that you can and do quote from.
Where do I start? Breakfast Club, Zoolander, Dodgeball, Spaceballs, Young Guns, Terminator I & II, Commando, Grease, Predator, 40 Year Old Virgin, The Anchorman, The Weatherman, Starsky & Hutch, Young Frankenstein, The Gods Must Be Crazy, Weekend At Bernies, Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, The Sound of Music...
6. Name a movie musical that you know all of the lyrics to all of the songs.
Anything by Rogers & Hammerstein and Grease, which was on 2 days ago and had me singing every word.
7. Name a movie that have been known to sing along with.
Grease, Moulin Rouge and anything by Rogers & Hammerstein

8. Name a movie that you would recommend everyone see.
Dogeball. What better way to laugh.

9. Name a movie that you own.
This Is Spinal Tap. The Stone Henge scene had me at take one.

10. Name an actor that launched his/her entertainment career in another medium but who has surprised you with his/her acting chops.
Madonna. She has surprised me by not giving it up.
11. Have you ever seen a movie in a drive-in?
Yes. Ghostbusters 2 comes to mind as does a Star Trek movie and Hear No Evil, See No Evil. We had one of the last drive ins in Victoria up the road from us. Dad would load us kids into the boot of the car so we could get in for free. Must have looked strange when Dad would park the car, get out, open the boot and 3 kids would come crawling out. Still nobody arrested him.

12. Ever made out in a movie?
Nup. Movies are for watching and although I like to talk during movies and tell people what happens, who dies, who the killer is etc, touch me and I will change seats.

13. Name a movie that you keep meaning to see but just haven’t yet gotten around to it.
Crossroads with Britney Spears and The Godfather parts 2 & 3.

14. Ever walked out of a movie?
Yes, see question 4.

15. Name a movie that made you cry in the theater.

16. Popcorn?
No, jaffas and choc tops please. Jaffas have more of an impact when you throw them at people.

17. How often do go to the movies (as opposed to renting them or watching them at home)?
Now that I am back in Melbourne, it will be once or twice a month. In Japan it was twice in 3 years - too expensive.

18. What’s the last movie you saw in the theater?
Night At The Museum. Ben Stiller is a seat filler!

19. What’s your favorite/preferred genre of movie?
Comedy and slasher flicks.
20. What’s the first movie you remember seeing in the theater?

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Saturday, January 13

...Apparently This Low

You can understand why this article tag line "America's favourite bad girl is back' got me a little excited! That biatch Brenda is back, resurrecting her career by breaking couples up live on television!
Yes, she has gone onto bigger and better things since Little House on the Prairie, 90210 and Charmed by gobbling up whatever attention she can grab in Breaking Up With Shannen Doherty. I kid you not. I was unlucky enough to turn on the TV and witness Brenda (for she will always be Brenda to me) do a kind of 'Gotcha Ya' call on a girl who had no idea her relationship was in any shit whatsoever.
Bitchy B calls up this girl at her work place, pretending to ask about something and then when the girl explains she can't help her, seeing as they are in different places, Brenda gets all smart with an "Oh really? You think?" as she opens up the door to where said victim is on the phone. With the predictable "Um, this call really has nothing to do with why I am here" segue into the break up, the girl is then informed her boyfriend has a message for her and she has two options, being (a) to have Brenda relay the message or (b) watch her boyfriend relay the message on a pre-recorded tape.
The victim is utterly bewildered. As you would be. One minute she is on the phone at work, the next she is face to face with the quintissential boyfriend stealing, back-stabbing icon of every high school girl of the 90s! You can see her face starting to crumple as she registers this, knowing that whether this messenger has come as Brenda or Shannen, it ain't going to be good news.
She chooses option (a) and with that Brenda explains that it is over with the man, the main reason being she doesn't trust him enough to let him go out with his friends. Brenda tries to give her advice, citing problems she had with her ex hubby (not sure if she is referring to Dylan, Steve, David, the dude that shot himself, even Brandon or Ahsley Hamilton here - but weren't they all alcoholic, drug addicts at one time or another scripted or otherwise?). The victim is looking around herself incredulously thinking "Why has this lousy screw up dumped me on national TV?" as Brenda just keeps crapping on that she and Dylan were always meant to be together, whether Kelly likes it or not, and that they are going to test the strength of their love when she goes to France for the summer.
Okay so maybe I am reashing an old 90210 episode. But you get my drift.

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Thank God It Was Friday...

Check out what people from different parts of the world did with their Friday January 12 2007.
Thanks to all those who helped make my Friday a great day to remember. And remembering I was! Hope you enjoy the pics...

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Thursday, January 11

How Low Can You Go?

In regards to Australian TV that is. I switched on to find out "Who is Australia's Brainiest Olympian?" A 30 minute quiz show devoted to giving us an answer to that question, which is apparently Steve Monaghetti. Thank god, now I will be able to sleep well tonight.
Let's just say Tamsin Lewis and Kerry Pothurst are about as switched on as a crack whore in rehab, as illustrated below:
Sandra Sully: Which Australian comedy TV show's main character was a news presenter named Mike Moore?
Tamsyn Lewis: Austin Powers
Sandra Sully: Jane Who was the main character and title of Charlotte Bronte's 1847 novel?
Kerry Pothurst: Wuthering Heights
All I say is athletes take note: Stop trying to prove to us you are smart. We just don't buy it (read Cathy Freeman, that moron boxer whatizface, Anthony Mundine, Ian Thorpe, and Lisa Curry-Kenny/Kenny-Curry)
I would say the same about Steven Bradbury, but he is cute. And the way in which he actually won his gold medal is inspirational in the true Aussie Way...as the under dog speedskater, he was literally the last man standing when everyone else fell over!
PS. Who really cares ? It's hardly surprising that this was the brainchild of Channel 10.

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Wednesday, January 3

Boys to Men

One thing I must say I am more than happy about is the fact that in Australia we have some real men! Well, blokes if you will. That is probably a more appropriate word. I'm talking about men who drive utes, do things like carpentry, plastering, and general labouring, are generally well fit because of their work and interests in outdoor sports, walk around without shoes and shirts, have that natural tan and own real dogs like blue heelers, german shepherd crosses and cattle dogs.
No freakin' chihuahuas suffocating in Louis Vuitton manbags in sight!
No stupid chhuahuas or rat dogs anywhere in fact.
Men who are good to look at. So many of them in fact I quite often don't know where to look!
Men fullstop.

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Tuesday, January 2


Out with the old and in with the new. A quick snapshot:
  • Christmas was a family affair, all about the little ones - and me. I think the nephews were so excited they almost jumped out of their skin. A shame the scary masks I bought them reduced them to tears, as a result of me telling them they would come to life. Needless to say, the masks got left behind when the kids left.
  • Currently in Cairns, back at Tam's house. NYE was quiet in comparison to other years, but that meant I woke up (yes, I actually woke up for the first time in an age on January 1) without a sore head. That was also due to the decree we girls, well, decreed - "1 for 1"and no not 1 tequila for every jager shot but rather 1 glass of water for every alcoholic beverage consumed. I spent a lot of time in the Chapel toilets.
  • Haven't strictly started looking for work yet - that will happen tomorrow. Or the next day. But the sun is out today, as it has been for the last nearly 4 weeks snce leaving Japan(apart from when it wasn't). I must pull my finger out.
  • Tam read my tarot cards for me, which was actually a lot of fun and very insightful. Quite spot on too, in that it revealed I am in the midst of change both physically and creatively and that one of my biggest decisions to make at the moment, the one I keep pushing out of my head, is do I continue and build on what I have started, or branch out yet again into something different? Pity the cards don't actually give you any answers in the sense of "Here is what you should do..." The kind of answers you get are those you have to soul search for. Think I am over soul searching.
  • Does anyone want a Kick in the Balls? How about a Nipple Twist instead? There are some great cocktails on offer up here. And a few around I would love to give a Kick in the Balls to though.

Have fun with the 007 kids - I expect to shake and stir once more.