Blue is a Colour you can Wear

Has one week already come and gone in the new decade? For that matter, is this the new decade, or does that happen in 2011? I suppose it depends from where you start counting. Since the millennium party was celebrated in 1999 when I was 12, too young to have sex and had blue hair, and it has been 10 years since, then it must be the new decade. That aside, I’ve almost gotten used to counting from zero.

The weekend after Christmas and the afternoon on the day we did the dirty on the alter, Joris suggested that we should introduce psychedelic trance to the rest of Singapore by walking around with a boom box with our bodies painted in psychedelic colours. Apparently it was one of those half-jokes, but when he mentioned it, I looked into his eyes and thought, “oh no… he’s serious…” Of course I had to go along with it, I don’t say no to a stunt, even if I’m anxious about the outcome.

We were planning to do it at some point in the near future, and definitely before he left the country (not enough time!It would seem I have a way of falling in love with men that tend to be leaving in a matter of months) but not on New Year’s Eve. Although it became obvious to me the night before that NYE was exactly when we should be doing it. So I went to get a boom box, some body paint, and called my sister for help MGM over for fun. They came by, I stripped to my panties, put a sheet on the floor, and started slathering blue body paint all over. Unfortunately they did not have cyan, (which is my favourite colour 4eva and if you touch me on the insides of my thighs, sometimes I see views of this pure colour underneath my eyelids). They did have shocking pink though, which I also love (although in general I do not like pink on principle). On retrospect we should have painted ourselves in brighter colours, but no matter, MGM has told me I could realize my body painting fantasies on an island in Thailand, the name of which I have now forgotten…

I wore a bikini top, a tiny pair of lime green shorts and sunglasses (lime green pants always remind me of the cleaning lady that slept with everyone in Catch-22. Who doesn’t love lime green panties. Ooh lala) and aforementioned partner in crime was wearing some board shorts and sunglasses. We walked to Newton Station with the boom box (which was not loud enough) entered the barrier with no problems despite the policemen and the guy that normally checks your baggage if you look like you might be carrying a bomb or other biological weapons in it. We got a great deal of attentio

n, which is just awesome, because I love attention when I planned for it.

ION was the starting point, and we jumped around all the way to emerald hill, where the damn box stopped working because I kept on shaking it around (ugh, cheap AKIRA shit). Quite unfortunate. People loved it, in general, despite the fact that the body paint started flaking off at some point because I was balancing the box against my hip, and the paint decided to transfer itself onto the box So, not looking so good 3/4 of the way down, but… fuck it.

The policemen on the street were pretty cool with it. They smiled at us, so it was good. Singaporeans apparently do love weird shit. In fact, I think we are really open to weird shit and would like very much to go crazy. As evidence, you should check out THE ULTIMATE START-UP SPACE to see some of the crazy ideas locals have for utterly random businesses that might just work.

We went to the shack to party later (after we’d gotten the paint off and eaten a huge pot of spaghetti with sauce from a tin and slices of Christmas ham at 1 kilo for $22, bargain really…). MGM was there and told me not to touch his sprocket several times, but I tried anyway but never quite succeeded… Then I met this girl I knew and she asked me if I knew Alexander.

“You mean Alex?” I said.
“No, I mean Alexander X” She replied.
“Ah yeah. What about him?” I asked.
“I slept with him.” She told me.
“Ahaha the horn dog. Me too. Whatever. It was not bad, nice body, a bit boring for my tastes. The face is alright. Not weird enough for me.” I said.
“He’s weird.” She told me.

“Okay. I don’t know him well at all. I guess you are right, he did sleep with the both of us after all. I don’t know what’s up with him.”
“He still has problems with his ex I think.” She told me.
“Okay… … Who cares?”

Joris comes by and I introduced her to him. She then yells over the music, “Hi! We slept with the same guy before.” I start laughing harder than I was before, and he tells her, “It’s not the first time she (as in me) has bumped into a random girl-friend and been introduced in this way.”

Hey, it’s all about friends of friends in this “web 2.0″ world after all.

That weekend doesn’t quite end there, but to be continued. Yeah.