Tag: Manly

*This next morning – 10th July 1998

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ Leave a comment

Email with TLJ

T: honey, i hope you’re feeling better than you were this morning – hope your neck is feeling better, and if not, i’ll rub it for you. don’t be falling asleep in meetings and at your desk now – cause that would be rude and inconsiderate, and just plain lazy!!!!!!! sql is really hard to learn and revise, so i thought i’d take a break and email you. but this connection is very slow and i’ve already been disconnected once. so i’d better say goodbye before i get kicked off again.
love you heaps sweety. take care my english boy, love tlj

S: A little better this morning thanks. I forced myself to fall asleep on my side (but woke up on my front). Finally went to bed about 12.45. Will stay awake a long time tonight with you if you make it over – I hope so. Come rub me and my poor sore neck. Hope sql goes well today and you get everything finished the way you want to. Thanks for the mail, mail me again and tell me you love me ssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Take care my aussie oriental dream

T: yo, ‘sup? i’m using sandie’s laptop to dial in to uni and it’s working much better.

S: One day I’ll fix yr computer – or maybe Sandie doesn’t think I’m smart enough (or sexy enough – or rich enough – or English enough)

T: anyway mutha, hope the day finds you well.

S: Not bad at all my dear considering the lack of sleep

T: got bored of accounting – so went to check email. mummy’s going through this big clean up phase which is always inevitable after we’ve had something in the house fixed up. on the 4th july, josh has planned some big walk around manly (must be to the spit bridge methinks). also that day of the big end of exam party that ren told us all about.

S: Wish I could go with ya – would like to catch up with yr friends like Ren and Tom – I’m sure some of the others are cool too – is Laura going – when do I get to meet her – then she’d really have something to bitch about

T: so i’ll have to choose between the two. also mum says i can go on this cultural exchange thing to taiwan at the end of the year just before i start industrial training. i’m not sure, but may go if deb goes (she’s this old skool frien’ o mine). i don’t think sue or di or tu would be that interested.

S: You kow I’d miss you badly but what an opportunity – get going baby but bring yr booty back to me – maybe you can put me on to di and sue while yr away!

T: it’s like an asian thing – so i’m sure you’d like to go and meet all those sexy asian chicks,

S: Oh god yes – I’m creaming myself just thinking about it

T: but you’ll look out of place and i’m sure they’re only there to meet yello boys.

S: I can be yellow too (try hard Chinese too!)

T: cause you english boys just don’t cut it yo, and there’s no way you play ball or know enough about r&b to be a cool asian.

S: Yeah well fuck R&B. Asians are just in it for the hipness – they really wanna just go and pick rice and live in mud huts – not really interested in Tamagotchi and CK are they? All a big pose. Are you gonna fight me now??

T: oh yeah, and they always look 15 years younger than they really are,

S: Does that mean yr only 4?

T: and i don’t think yo r 15 fuck this shit don’t work ?no more. lost half my mesage mutha, get back to you later mutha fuckea man fuck – where’d all my writing shit go?

S: Well, such a pleasant way to end an email – thank you darling I’m sure your shit has gone down the toilet. Good luck with yr exams and HAVE A GREAT DAY. Call me maaan. Let me know how you went. I love you boogaloo

Wandered for years, looking for the good life, there’s no such thing, just life itself- 18th December 1994

~ shaun tenzenmen ~ Leave a comment

Back up the train lines, bright and sunny day over the pollution, block our minds and see only wonder, there’s still a lot to wonder at, the sun and the people drive us barmy at Circular Quay and the Rocks Market, we watch jugglers juggle fire and tell jokes and poor aborigines sit on the concrete, painted up in ritualistic spots and dress and would we know what it meant, could be just some piss take aborigine joke on the tourist influx, Nippon camera’s flashing. There’s an advert on TV of a Japanese women giving birth and as the baby comes out it takes a photo! I don’t know what it advertises, cool huh?

We get on the ferry to Manly, up the river past the north and south head with it’s view out to the open sea and where the boat starts to feel the pull and tug of ocean waves. As we set off we video the Harbour Bridge and Opera House and we’re amazed that there’s all these tall ships in the harbour and then recall something about the Endeavour making a special journey into Sydney for some celebration of Captain Cook’s landing, or something like that, I’m not much cop on history.

So anyway, we’re here by accident videoing these magnificent ships as they sail past the Opera House and wonder at how we could ever have timed things this perfectly, people would be killing themselves for shots like these, though at the time it all seemed quite insignificant, busy taking in the beautiful breeze across the water, watching the whitewash trail behind us.

And past the ocean pull to dock at Manly and walk one block until you reach another beach that stretches onto the horizon (nearly) with waves tumbling in, knocking over all and sundry stood in anticipation, yes, it’s fun and i wanted to be there but we walked around a path at the end of the beach where sand turned into rocks that fell into the water and then round the corner turned back into rocks and some sand and here was our destination, to see Scott and Lynette and their two daughters, Grace and Sophie, who entertained us with their cheekiness.

We did get to go to the beach but only the small one out the front with gentle rocking waves and seaweed. I had a go at snorkling but didn’t quite get the hang of it, though I’ll try it again in future cos I don’t give up that easily these days.

Anyway, before we know it we’ve had tea and the kids are off to bed and it’s time for us to leave and, get this, Scott says he’ll lend me his surfboard, the one that he practiced on when he was young, free and single and now doesn’t have time at all due to other obligations and more important ones too let’s face it, so I figure I’d better get some practice in too before time runs out for me and, shit, I can just carry it to the beach from where we’ll be living! cool!

Sometimes I can’t believe how well things are going for me and other times I don’t appreciate how well things are going for me. We catch the Jetcat back, which is high speed hydrofoil and hang on to yer hats as evening descends on the city as we approach and head home with keen dreams and high hopes.