Month: August 2004

Body Art

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Being With You – Smokey Robinson – Billboard Top Hits: 1981 This week, the one true love said, ‘when I get into the money, I’m gonna get a tattoo of a snake, maybe somewhere on my ankle’. I have a tattoo on my arm, a tribal-like thingie of a dragon, in black, but which is now so faded that people think I got it a long time ago. I got the tatt done three years ago now, back when Karen and I spent every waking moment together. We were browsing around Queensway Shopping Centre looking for a cheap pair of sandals, as one does when one is there, and we walked past the tattoo parlour on the third floor. This was no ‘modern’ tattoo parlour, like the ones you’d see on Orchard Road and thereabouts. This was a Hokkien-speaking, chain-smoking, Kuan-Yin-Goddess-of-Mercy-tattoo-special-discount, simi-si-Celtic-design tattoo parlour. Karen said, ‘Hey, let’s each get one’, while I looked at the second hand mobile phones in the adjacent shop window. Next thing I know, she …

Achtung baby!

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Cigarettes Will Kill You – Ben Lee – Breathing Tornados Liebschen, dein ist mein ganzes Herz, Wo du nicht bist, kann ich nicht sein! Why is it I keep thinking of trying to get my one true love out of her rut as if I didn’t have enough on my plate already? Something’s amiss. Amiss, amiss, amiss. But never mind, another round with Scrabble Girl please, and hold the anchovies. But before that, I had a weekend of work and sound drinking. Not to the point of drunkeness, but sufficient to be high on the happy side for a bit. Enough to make you want to grab the girl next to you and give her a, um… warm embrace. We wuz skint, the one true love and I, so it was a good thing LMD came along, took pity on us kids and bought us both a round of tequila shots while we propped ourselves up against the wheelie bin. I have a lot on my plate this week. But …

I have been a-goin’ out

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: It Feels Like Rain – Aaron Neville – Warm Your Heart So I’ve been going out nightly even though I’m dog-tired. My brains are fried and I’m sounding like what I dislike. But there’s work to do on the weekend too. And I’m dog-tired. But I have to go out. Go out. Go out. Go out. Drinking boat party, Sydney 1998. With Ron “My eyes and mouth are lines” Lee, Stevo the Yellow Samoan Fellow and Carlos the Dutch Jackal Tweet