"I left my thimbles and Socialist reading at home."

So Patet and I got Audrey Kawasaki tattoos yesterday. The story goes like so: Patet woke up late for work. We were heading down to Kit's place to help Martin do some PD stuff for Hunter's thesis shoot. On the way there (which is just going down a flight of stairs and a dozen or so steps) she decides to get her tattoo that day, out of the blue, because she didn't get to go to work. Fine and dandy. I mean, tattoos are cool, and her design is bomb, so why not right? So while working on said PD stuff, she convinces me to get mine first just so she'll know how it feels since we're both ink virgins. I agree of course, because hey, tattoos are cool right? So I got me a Kawasaki design I really liked and we asked Marlon, Kit's artist, to do it that day.

For a first tattoo, its a pretty sweet experience. It hurt, but it was bearable. I'm actually looking for that pain now. Patet thought otherwise though. She passed out because she was blocking out the pain and forgot to take deep breaths. She stared at me blankly with her eyes fluttering close and open. It was a pretty intense 5 minutes, which we laughed at afterwards.

But knowing her, I'm really proud that she stuck with it and got it finished even if she yelped and howled all the way through. It looks really bad ass and sexy on her. We even formulated and agreed on our own olive theory with getting tats. I like to look at it because it hurts less, and she the other way around. We'll find out the success rate of that theory the next time we get tattoos. It would be another Kawasaki, no doubt about it.

In other news, today is Mactan's fiesta and we ate lechon at our neighbors party. There's also bad juju floating about in the air. Its so thick that I could feel it in my bones, swimming in my guts. All the division is a giant drag. I myself wouldn't really go on much about it. Its just bad vibes, man. Patet and I noticed it earlier and it made us lock ourselves in the apartment instead of mingling with the bad spirits in the air. (I swear I heard a knock at the window just now, but no one is there... bad juju, dude) Patet is sleeping like an angel on the couch, mouth slightly agape, and I'm watching Stranger Than Fiction on AXN. The outside world is too scary for us at this time of night and at this kind of vibe.

Also, our comrades-at-arms for the revolution, The Strangeness, is playing a show tonight at Freedom Bar. Do rock and roll a solid and be there. I know I would if I could. Check the poster out:

I also heard Don't Bogart the Can... Man! is pretty cool. I believe Mushroom, the Truth used to sprout when that band jams. And Taxi ni Vivian, which apparently Tin is playing in? Since when did it become cool to be in a band? Is that like some hipster requirement or some shit? But I digress.

(While you're pretending you're giving a shit reading this blog, check out our band as well. OZAWA on Tumblr.)

Shit OK, my tattoo is starting to itch now. Must resist scratching!