Finally! the iTunes store opens in Australia. Hoorah!
So far, Suyin has purchased:
1. Let Me Blow Ya mind - Eve (and Gwen Stefani)
2. Come Undone - Duran Duran
3. DUI - Har Mar Superstar
4. I Changed My Mind - Quannum Spectrum
5. Sunday Morning - No Doubt
6. Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani
7. Four Seasons in One Day - Crowded House
8. I Don't Like Mondays - The Boomtown Rats
9. Punk's Not Dead - Darren Hanlon
Studio executives are stupidheads for not getting this out earlier.
doodooheads.
here have my money!
Now, all i needs is one o' them ipoddys.
whee!
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Sudden rashness
Did you know lemongrass is spiky? as in, the leaves have minisculey spikey edges? which hurt? Well I didn't. Until i went to harvest some from our garden (we have two small but ambitious mini-bushes near the fence).
Anyway, since i'd walked all the way down to the supermarket to get ONE piece of ginger, a little spikyness was not going to stop me, I was on a roll of movement! and so i donned my stylish white and red leather garden/random-use gloves and proceeded to pull several leaves off, and then later, when i got the hang of it, lemongrass stalks! yay! We're having chicken roasted in the oven with some sort of thai marinade that my Thai auntie is famous for (she gives away the recipe to everyone but no one has yet been able to make it taste like hers - suspicious, no?)... with lemongrass, chilli, onion, garlic, ginger, etc.. the usual.
Happy with my harvest, I came into the kitchen to wash the plump, juicy, practically free (whee!) stalks, when my arms started itching. Guys, I'm allergic to lemongrass! ARGH! and now red spots and scratches are appearing all over my arms..
and swelling up!
*upset*
I hope they go down soon.
..but not before Bear gets back because he needs to see what I go through to make dinner for us. And the story wouldn't be as convincing without evidence.
Anyway, since i'd walked all the way down to the supermarket to get ONE piece of ginger, a little spikyness was not going to stop me, I was on a roll of movement! and so i donned my stylish white and red leather garden/random-use gloves and proceeded to pull several leaves off, and then later, when i got the hang of it, lemongrass stalks! yay! We're having chicken roasted in the oven with some sort of thai marinade that my Thai auntie is famous for (she gives away the recipe to everyone but no one has yet been able to make it taste like hers - suspicious, no?)... with lemongrass, chilli, onion, garlic, ginger, etc.. the usual.
Happy with my harvest, I came into the kitchen to wash the plump, juicy, practically free (whee!) stalks, when my arms started itching. Guys, I'm allergic to lemongrass! ARGH! and now red spots and scratches are appearing all over my arms..
and swelling up!
*upset*
I hope they go down soon.
..but not before Bear gets back because he needs to see what I go through to make dinner for us. And the story wouldn't be as convincing without evidence.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
New garden tenant
Today, Bear found a wee little blue tongue lizard living under our wheelie bin in our backyard!
(Photo randomly borrowed from crocodilehunter.com.)
(Photo randomly borrowed from abc.net.au.)
It was a cold and rainy day today, and the little lizard looked cold and worried and had probably been rained on last night as the bins were taken out... so with me offering helpful suggestions on the side ("let's build him a house!"..."shall we give him a blanket?"), Bear built him a shelter, out of old roof tiles, over a nice patch of soil and weedy scraps. Hopefully he will be okay. If it gets very cold I'll heat a brick up for him even though I think Bear thinks that's silly and is just humouring me.
This reminds me that I forgot to tell everyone about our new ratties, Monty and Alfie, who came to live with us some weeks back... but Doctor Who has ended and Bear is making dinner! Hooray! Oh well, I'll tell you later.
P.s. Bear's birthday is this Sunday (23 Oct), and random well wishes may be sent to his email address at: ihs at iinet dot net dot au.
(Photo randomly borrowed from crocodilehunter.com.)
(Photo randomly borrowed from abc.net.au.)
It was a cold and rainy day today, and the little lizard looked cold and worried and had probably been rained on last night as the bins were taken out... so with me offering helpful suggestions on the side ("let's build him a house!"..."shall we give him a blanket?"), Bear built him a shelter, out of old roof tiles, over a nice patch of soil and weedy scraps. Hopefully he will be okay. If it gets very cold I'll heat a brick up for him even though I think Bear thinks that's silly and is just humouring me.
This reminds me that I forgot to tell everyone about our new ratties, Monty and Alfie, who came to live with us some weeks back... but Doctor Who has ended and Bear is making dinner! Hooray! Oh well, I'll tell you later.
P.s. Bear's birthday is this Sunday (23 Oct), and random well wishes may be sent to his email address at: ihs at iinet dot net dot au.
Chicken!
This is a random plug for the Antagonistic Chicken series my friend YJ has been churning out on his bloggywog. Its very random and I totally enjoy it! Chicken Vs. Mime is my favourite one so far. YJ is very cool.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
The lonely life of the suburbanite.
So last evening, I found myself in the unibar.
Alone!
Long story short, my workmates had failed to contact me about our little night out to see a friend sing at some pub in newtown, Bear was at some work-related dinner thing, and I'd stayed back at uni for the weekly seminar series and to sort some data out... when my phone failed to ring (next time, i will ask for their number too), and as if by some serendipitous (but not really as you'll find out) saccade, I found myself looking at the latest student union mag, which advertised none other than The Bedroom Philosopher! performing at the unibar, 7pm, free.
And i was like, Whee! and then eh? Because he was supposed to have performed last week which I missed, brokenheartedly, in my earnest quest to provide Qiao with a home-cooked meal and really how often does your best friend visit from Dubai (no more than once a month!) and really one shouldn't be encouraging one's big crushes especially when one has the perfect boyfriend and all... right?
Not last night though, I was stranded, left bereft of workmates, best friends and dinner, and all the other research students were beavering away with ANOVAs and suchness and were not persuaded to join me in bludging off for an hour to see some bizzare if inspired musical comedy so I took a deep breath, told my mind to shut up, and decided to be brave (which essentially, is just telling your mind to shut up, or absinthe), and strolled down to the unibar by myself.
On the way there, there was some weird shit taking place on the main walkway - some sort of en masse art student ritual concept performance (there were lots of chairs, people dressed up in random costumes sitting on them muttering to themselves, someone in a mask shooting flares, a group in transparent raincoats, someone with a clipboard taking down notes, someone wheeling about a great big speaker with medieval music, and someone chopping up apples). I was like, ew don't touch me just let me get through thankyouverymuch.
ART!
But anyway The Bedroom Philosopher (aka Justin Heazlewood) wasn't there. Not at the unibar. Student union mag and website got things wrong wrong wrong - i should've guessed? Instead, Greg Fleet (ithinkthatshowyouspellhisname) and Justin Hamilton were the comedians for the night, and despite wanting to stay and boost their efforts by joining the meagre audience, I decided I'd better just go home and make dinner and let the ratties out for their runaround time.
Oh well!
Mr Bedroom Philosopher is moving to Sydney, to write some tv show, so hopefully he'll have more gigs in the near future. I actually first came across him mid-sept, when he was part of the entertainment for Bear's step-father's excellent short comedy film festival thing (The Funnybone500), and he was Excellent! Here's a random review of some show he did some months back (its a bad picture - he'd had a haircut since then)... and apparently he's much better now, what with success boosting his confidence and all. He was very nice when I met him after the show - all shy and sweet and dorky. Sigh! I am a sucker for shy talented dorks. Who can sing. And are funny in that happy-nice way.
It's a good thing Bear isn't the jealous type! :)
Alone!
Long story short, my workmates had failed to contact me about our little night out to see a friend sing at some pub in newtown, Bear was at some work-related dinner thing, and I'd stayed back at uni for the weekly seminar series and to sort some data out... when my phone failed to ring (next time, i will ask for their number too), and as if by some serendipitous (but not really as you'll find out) saccade, I found myself looking at the latest student union mag, which advertised none other than The Bedroom Philosopher! performing at the unibar, 7pm, free.
And i was like, Whee! and then eh? Because he was supposed to have performed last week which I missed, brokenheartedly, in my earnest quest to provide Qiao with a home-cooked meal and really how often does your best friend visit from Dubai (no more than once a month!) and really one shouldn't be encouraging one's big crushes especially when one has the perfect boyfriend and all... right?
Not last night though, I was stranded, left bereft of workmates, best friends and dinner, and all the other research students were beavering away with ANOVAs and suchness and were not persuaded to join me in bludging off for an hour to see some bizzare if inspired musical comedy so I took a deep breath, told my mind to shut up, and decided to be brave (which essentially, is just telling your mind to shut up, or absinthe), and strolled down to the unibar by myself.
On the way there, there was some weird shit taking place on the main walkway - some sort of en masse art student ritual concept performance (there were lots of chairs, people dressed up in random costumes sitting on them muttering to themselves, someone in a mask shooting flares, a group in transparent raincoats, someone with a clipboard taking down notes, someone wheeling about a great big speaker with medieval music, and someone chopping up apples). I was like, ew don't touch me just let me get through thankyouverymuch.
ART!
But anyway The Bedroom Philosopher (aka Justin Heazlewood) wasn't there. Not at the unibar. Student union mag and website got things wrong wrong wrong - i should've guessed? Instead, Greg Fleet (ithinkthatshowyouspellhisname) and Justin Hamilton were the comedians for the night, and despite wanting to stay and boost their efforts by joining the meagre audience, I decided I'd better just go home and make dinner and let the ratties out for their runaround time.
Oh well!
Mr Bedroom Philosopher is moving to Sydney, to write some tv show, so hopefully he'll have more gigs in the near future. I actually first came across him mid-sept, when he was part of the entertainment for Bear's step-father's excellent short comedy film festival thing (The Funnybone500), and he was Excellent! Here's a random review of some show he did some months back (its a bad picture - he'd had a haircut since then)... and apparently he's much better now, what with success boosting his confidence and all. He was very nice when I met him after the show - all shy and sweet and dorky. Sigh! I am a sucker for shy talented dorks. Who can sing. And are funny in that happy-nice way.
It's a good thing Bear isn't the jealous type! :)
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Damn bad people to the badlands!
Why can't people just be nice to each other?
And why can't people raising kids raise them properly?
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!
There must be some solution to this.
Unless it is to get a quiet non-interactive job, forget the rest of the world, and keep only to people i like.
Except that almost everyone I like is overseas.
Is there some law that says i have to like and understand and be fair to everyone else?
No!
I am supposed to be making dinner, seeing as Bear is late at work tonight. I really don't feel like it though. Some days... this is one of those days where I need a sort of turning-off-the-thinking switch that lets me get on with things until i'm over it. Because I think i will get over it... it's happened before and I get over it. But I'm not over it yet and there's dinner to be made!!
Does anyone have a good recipe for soba noodles? There is a packet of them on the kitchen trolley feeling out of place amongst the bananas and pile of chocolate.
I miss everyone.
Fooey.
And why can't people raising kids raise them properly?
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!
There must be some solution to this.
Unless it is to get a quiet non-interactive job, forget the rest of the world, and keep only to people i like.
Except that almost everyone I like is overseas.
Is there some law that says i have to like and understand and be fair to everyone else?
No!
I am supposed to be making dinner, seeing as Bear is late at work tonight. I really don't feel like it though. Some days... this is one of those days where I need a sort of turning-off-the-thinking switch that lets me get on with things until i'm over it. Because I think i will get over it... it's happened before and I get over it. But I'm not over it yet and there's dinner to be made!!
Does anyone have a good recipe for soba noodles? There is a packet of them on the kitchen trolley feeling out of place amongst the bananas and pile of chocolate.
I miss everyone.
Fooey.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Random work conversation
Gemma (age 5): Are you a vegetarian?
Suyin: I've been thinking about it, but I'm really not at all.
Gemma: Oh.
Suyin: Are you a vegetarian?
Gemma: Oh no..
Gemma: I'm Aussie.
Suyin: ...
Suyin: That's cool. :)
Suyin: I've been thinking about it, but I'm really not at all.
Gemma: Oh.
Suyin: Are you a vegetarian?
Gemma: Oh no..
Gemma: I'm Aussie.
Suyin: ...
Suyin: That's cool. :)
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