Archive for January 2004


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26 January 2004

photography sampled from Karen Cheng and

There’s something really cool about celebrating Australia Day just a few days after the Chinese New Year.

Within a week, I’ve almost been forced to wonder which aspects of my identity is based on my Chinese upbringing or from growing up in an Australian culture.

In fact, the more I think about it, the more I realise that I’m pretty crap at being one or the other.

I speak really bad Chinese, I wear my shoes in the house, I’m iffy about the whole heaty/cooly thing, I haven’t honoured my parents by being a doctor or lawyer, and I can’t order dimsum in dialect.

On the same scale, I’m not too fond of beach sand, I hate getting sunburnt, I don’t drink much beer, I’m not crazy about sport, and I lived with my parents until I was 23.

It all makes me laugh. I guess in the end, I believe I’m a healthy mish-mash of both worlds. And I’m glad I’m living in a place where mish-mash is OK.

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Gong Xi Fa Cai 2004

22 January 2004

photography sampled from Karen Cheng, and ChinaSpecial

Our Australian version of the Chinese New Year’s Eve Banquet resembled something not far from a barbecue.

There was outdoor chit chat, mosquito candles being lit, screaming kids playing footy on the grass, noisy aunties preparing food, and lazy uncles drinking beer.

There were mountains of food! Shark fin soup, fish salad thing (what’s that called again?), roast chicken, roast duck, roast pork, stewy mushrooms, battered prawns, fungusy things, noodles, and deep fried crab meat things. It was all gooooood.

There were heaps of sparklers, Chinese cookies, almond + fruit jelly, melon seeds, Pocky and angboas.

We gave 16 angboas out this year. Damn there were a lot of kids.
However, we still made a profit. Being parents of the great-grand-child has its perks.

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Hen’s Party

19 January 2004

Went to a hen’s night on the weekend.
Started the evening at 7pm.
Cocktails + wine + Japanese food + jazz.
Giggly girly chatter all night.
Divided into Horny Devils and Virgin Angels.
Played hen party games :
– Made toilet paper wedding dresses.
– Scribbled obscene images on the table cloths.
– Shared sex tips (most popular one involved Listerine + ice).
Moved on to a pub with live 80’s music and dancing.
(And drunken men who took off their clothes.)
Moved onto a night club.
Where young boys hit on us all night! Ha!
I was the responsible and sober one. That is, I didn’t have my head in the gutter by the end of the night and I drove half the bridal party home. I got home at 4am!
Callum woke up at 6am, and my husband (ah, bless him) woke up to attend to him for the whole morning.

It’s nice to know I have the energy to do these crazy stunts once in a while. And thank god for coffee.

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Grumble Grumble

16 January 2004

I’ve been feeling a little empty lately.

Being a full-time mum is beginning to run me dry.
I’m craving to do designery and arty things again.
I aching to go back to do what I love doing.
Sigh. I’m creatively frustrated.
I walk through life with people, places, colours, textures, music — all once inspiring and burning me to write, draw, design, photograph, create, imagine, and dream…
Of course, that doesn’t happen anymore.
Now, all is captured and simply stored into little boxes
labelled for future use.

And. I’m not happy about that.
So I’m working on a plan for world domination.
Stay tuned.

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15 January 2004

EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW. I’m so grossed out!!
Andrew fished a cockroach out of Callum’s mouth this morning. It was still moving and it’s guts were still oozing out.
I thought I was going to be sick. Callum was happy as could be — although a little grumpy that we stole his snack.

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It’s not as bad as it looks

9 January 2004

I’ve had a sore hand that’s been bothering me for weeks.

I finally had time to pop over to see my doctor. She said I’ve got DeQuervain’s Tenosynovitis. Which is an inflammation of the tendons in my thumb. It’s a kind of RSI which is common in post-pregnant women – apparently too much hormones of some sort plus lifting babies and prams.

Her advice:(1) Rub some anti-inflammatory cream on it,
(2) buy a wrist support and make myself a splint.
But most importantly, REST my hand!

The cream option sounded simple enough.
So I bought a $15 tub of natural eucaplytus + emu oil goo and spent the next few days rubbing it into my hand while watching tv. It didn’t give me the “instant relief” as promised on the label. In fact, it didn’t do crap.

So. I began making various prototypes of splints using hand towels, plastic rulers, sticky tape, and rubber bands – all of which became a problem when I wanted to have a shower.

In the end I called up a good friend, who happened to be a podiatrist, and asked him if he could make me a cast.
“Hands, feet – basically the same, right?”

When I was a kid, I never played rough enough to break my hands or arms or legs, so the thought of finally being able to wear a plaster cast was somewhat exciting. However, I was told they make casts in fiberglass these days. So getting someone to sign it might be difficult *pout*.

He made me two awesome casts. And I can take them on and off! However, admittedly they have spent more time off than on. I just hate being unable to do normal things, and I hate the concerned looks on people’s faces when they see me lifting a 9kg pram with one hand out of the boot in a shopping centre car park.

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Frosty Summers Ahead

6 January 2004

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh… we got ducted air-conditioning installed today.

The installation men came at 7:30am.Goddamn they were cute.(Me? A bored housewife? Never!)

While they were stomping on the roof, the plumber arrived.Mmmmm he was a hottie too!He proceeded to run pipes here and there. And told me not to use the toilet in the next 10 minutes.
Then a couple of electricians appeared at the door, and to my embarrassment, went ga-ga over Callum.

So the house was full of hot, sweaty men – yabbering away about the cricket. And listening to talk-back radio blasting loudly from their utes parked in my driveway.

By 12pm they were all done. I was so impressed.

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Our Backyard

4 January 2004

We had our very first barbecue in our new house! I took the opportunity to (finally) take some photos of the backyard. This is one side – looking at main gazebo.

This thesecond gazebo. It’s a jungle!

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Happy New Year!

1 January 2004

My folks held a huge New Year’s Eve party in their backyard.

They had 80+ people turn up. A band. A karaoke machine. A dance floor with flashing lights. Tables of food. Sizzling satays. And being the over-the-top Chinese parents they are, they had a whole suckling pig roasting on a spit.

I’m not sure what I means when you discover that your parents turn out to be wilder party animals than yourself. I wanted to spend the new year with a nice quite yummy dinner with my loved ones and go to bed early.

^ Left overs in the fridge.