Archive for January 2006


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My dorky side

30 January 2006

I can’t decide whether I have been most foolish or hopelessly optimistic – nonetheless it does allow me to post a pic of me in my new dress. Haw haw.

I was out shopping with the girls the other day and I spot this dress hanging behind a door in a most unlikely shop in some shadowy alleyway. I fall in love with it. They don’t have my size. It was 3 sizes too big! I hassle the shopkeeper to call their stockist. No luck. So I bought it anyway. Thinking, I know how to use a sewing machine! There I am, way past my bedtime, third night in a row, fiddling with threads and elastics, trying to make the dress fit. And it’s still too big. Damn, no new dress for Chinese New Year. Ugh, I’m impossible sometimes.

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Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!

29 January 2006

Haha we had such a fun Chinese New Year!!

Our reunion dinner was at my grandmother’s house. 30+ people. 3 tables. 4 steamboats. So much delicious food!! Then we spent the rest of the evening running around the garden like lunatics playing dodge ball with the little kids.

The next evening, we went to a Chinese New Year Ball. This year my dad organised two CNY events – a glitzy grand one for 1200 people (next week), and a more uh, kampong-styled one this week. It was still pretty well attended. 400-500 people I think? And 5 lions!

It was a plastic plate dinner, Chinese tea in styrofoam cups, live cover band, Chinese singing performances, door prizes, line dancing, and the function hall was still decorated with Christmas tinsel. Haha. Basically it was a big party, and my husband and I were really over-dressed!

My aunties asked me to “help out”, so I ended up serving platters of rice and food. I discovered that I suck at being a waitress. I was sloshing the sauces, slipping on the dance floor, bumping into people, stopping to chat to people I haven’t seen in ages, forgetting which tables I had already served. Ha, luckily I wasn’t getting paid.

Andrew snapped a funny pic of me on the dance floor, looking very jolly and unsure, amidst the line dancers, dancing to Dancing Queen. Hehe, we had a great time.

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It’s Australia Day! And guess what?!?

26 January 2006

Photograph by Geoff Wise

My dad was awarded a Medal of the Order of Australia!!
A medal!! Order of Australia!! He’s an OAM!! For his services to the Christmas Island and Chinese community in Australia. He’s on the Australia Day Honours List!! A MEDAL!! Whoa!

According to the Honours website, “Australian honours recognise and celebrate outstanding achievements and contributions of extraordinary Australians”.

And he’s 4 ranks away from being a KNIGHT! Haha. Ok not really. When he told us, he invited the whole family around for dinner, told us “I’ve got a secret!”, even tried to set up the speaker phone with my sister in Japan. And then he started with his jokes, “Ok I expect you guys to show me a bit more respect now!” waving his hand at us. “Hey maybe I should make you guys bow before you come into the house. Or salute! Oh. And you have to call me Sir from now on.” Hahaha.

Today, my dad’s throwing a big party in his backyard. Roasted pig. Live band. 100 of his closest friends. Kids in the swimming pool. Tables and tables of food. Ah, what a wonderful way to spend Australia Day.

(The gorgeous photograph of the wattle was taken by Geoff Wise.)

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Channel surfing

25 January 2006

One minute. Watching ads for dvd players, sanitary products, Canadian beer and reality tv shows.

Next minute. Story of mother, dad, two kids. Holidaying in Indonesia. Swimming in a pool. Dad goes back to the hotel to grab something. Tsunami hits. Mother grabs two kids. Can’t stay afloat. Has to decide which child to let go of. Lets go of the 5 year old….

And then I’m bawling my eyes out in an uncontrollable torrent of snot.

And then Callum pops his head into the room and says “What’s wrong mum?”

And I say “Oh… nothing.”

And he says “Ok!” and disappears to his toys.

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24 January 2006

Isn’t this gorgeous? Lovingly created by my artistic husband.

He calls it : Look what happens when you rip 20 year old shag pile carpet off the lounge room floor, then spend the next few days scraping the foam underlay, which has fused to the concrete, with a garden spade.

I love my husband. But I hate house renovations.

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Like fuel on a fire…

21 January 2006

Ok ok. I really don’t have anyone else to blame for my child’s Buzz Lightyear obsession.

I made him a pair of Super-Space Toilet-Roll Cuffs.

Now do I rock or do I rock?

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Dinner. Casino. Nightclub.

20 January 2006

Eating the most delicious hamburgers, served from a shack that looked more like a shipping container, by the roadside, surrounded by limo drivers on their breaks, the hardcore members of the Corvette club and the colourful presence of the railway police.
One word : Random.

Strolling through the luxuriously plush carpets, the flashing lights of computer games, the echoing rain of clicking chips and the droning murmur of money being lost. Ugly people with ugly stories.
One word : Tragic.

Dancing to my old school R&B classics, surrounded by a sea of scantily-clad teenagers, drinking overly sweet mixers, gawking at a small crowd of immaculately dressed Thai cabin crew, and then chatting on the lounges until the babysitting expires.
One word : Amusing.

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Buzz Lightyear

18 January 2006

I know kids often become obsessive towards their cartoon heroes. But I never imagined it would be so cute.

Callum LOVES Buzz Lightyear. He’ll nag me every day until I give in. “Can I watch Buzz mum? Please mum? Please please can I watch Buzz? Buzz Loightyer! Pleeeeease? Can I can I can I?? Mum? Buzz! On tv! Please please please please…”

And if he’s not nagging me, he’ll be zooming around the house, pressing buttons on his arm and saying “Come in Star Command! Come in!”.

And he tells me, Buzz said this. And Buzz says that. Buzz Buzz buzz. That’s that only thing I hear these days.

Hehe, ok I’m not really complaining. It’s been great. Great for his development. I guess, I wanted him to move on from the kid’s variety shows (Hi5 and The Wiggles). And start role playing, using his imagination, going on rocket ship adventures to fight space aliens.

He also uses his own toys to recreate scenes from the movie. Like when all the toys are having a toy meeting. It’s so cute.

I think it’s very cool. I’m tempted to buy him an action figure, or a Buzz costume. But, haha first I’ll see how long his obsession lasts.

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Wining and Dining

17 January 2006

The other day I went out to dinner with two good friends. Two guys. And I swear, there was more bitching, gossiping and giggling about life and love than an episode of Sex in the City. It was hilarious. I enjoyed it so much. We ate so much good food (bruschettas, chillied mussels and pizzas), then moved on for some late night live jazz.

A few nights later I went back to the same restaurant with a girlfriend, because I had this huge hankering for some seafood pasta. However, they were fully booked and we had to settle for an overly posh place down the road.

Haha. And I always always do this. I always end up ordering the ‘risky’ dishes. I mean, I cook so much at home, the last thing I want to eat is something that I can cook myself. To my liking. For a quarter of the price. (Can you tell I don’t get out much?)

So I ended up with the Crab + Chilli Risotto. Ok not that risky, but let me just say that I’ve always stayed away from risotto. I think it’s the Chinese in me. $25 for a plate of mushy rice? You mean like jook?!? You’ve got to be kidding.

Verdict? I think the crab was a bit overcooked. Meh, I guess it was ok. (Read – I prefer my jook.)

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Sean – 10 months

16 January 2006

Sean has been a little darling. He takes 2 steps now.

The other day he clunked his head on a tile step. He cried. I didn’t pick him up. Instead I shouted sympathy from the other side of the room, “Aaawww poor baby! Up you get! See? That wasn’t so bad!”
He sniffed at me. We both turned back to continue whatever we were doing. However, I peeked back at him about a minute later and one side of his head, his neck and back was covered in BLOOD! So. Much. Blood. And it was still oozing out!!!

After a bit of blind freaking panic, shouting for my husband, calling a doctor, sponging him down, peeling bloodied clothes off my child, shaving half his head and whacking a band-aid on it… all was back to normal. After all, just another day in Life As A Parent, right?

So now Sean is sporting a very strange hair style. It doesn’t show in the pics above. But from his other side, he looks like a razorback boar. Or like we gave him half a mohawk. (Hehe, yeh I was toying with the idea of making it into a full mohawk. But, what would my mother say??). At the moment I’ve got a bright purple Wiggles band-aid on his bald spot, so it screams “THIS IS MEDICAL”… rather than “MY MUM NEEDS TO GET A REAL JOB”.

Anyway. Whenever I see the two of us side by side, I cannot see ANY of my features in him. Where are those Asian genes?? He doesn’t even look related to me! Ah, I’m not worried. He’s got shocking early-morning grumpiness, so he’s definitely mine.

I’ve been feeling a little sorry for the poor guy. I haven’t had any special bonding activities with him since he stopped breast feeding. So I might enroll us into baby swim classes. He’s such a cutie in the water.

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14 January 2006

The other day, I went for a walk in the park with the kids. Nothing remarkable. Just a walk. It was the end of a long day. The sun was setting, the evening was cool. And I really wanted some moments for quiet brain activity.

However. Half way through the walk, Callum decided that he wanted to pick a leaf from EVERY DIFFERENT TREE we walked past. At first it was really irritating. Especially because we stopped after every 3 steps. And then I had to do the leaf picking. Then, he changed the “rules” to include flowers. So we had to back track and pick the flowers we missed. Then it went on to include twigs… then nuts. Gaaah. All I wanted to do was walk.

When I finally had enough, I peered into the bottom of the pram basket. His botanical collection was beautiful! It was inspiring! I giggled with delight. I promised Callum that when we got home, he could arrange it on our outdoor coffee table and take a picture of it with the digital camera. For the whole walk back, he was so excited that he forgot to pick up anything else!

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Um, meet my sister, Christine

12 January 2006

I love my sister’s quirky sense of humour and her adventurous spirit. She never ceases to entertain me with her stories of weird-ass things.

From the everyday :
“Hey guess what, I blew up an egg in my microwave…”

To the inane :
“Hey guess what, I drank soup from a bowl bigger than my head…”

To the one-in-a-lifetime thrills :
“Hey guess what, a friend and I went to a photography studio, dressed up as geishas, walked around town for a bit and fooled some tourists who took photos of us.”

So, yeah. She and another Australian Asian friend living in Japan, went to a studio, put on the whole geisha kit — kimono, obi belts, wooden platforms, wigs, white make up, everything!

“I tried hard not to laugh when I saw Sue Yen being bashed in the face with this giant powder puff.”

Then they were allowed to walk around fully dressed. With instructions : “No eating, drinking, touching your face, pulling the kimono, touching the wig, shopping, smoking, going to the toilet. Just walking and taking photos. Okay?”

They drew a crowd. Tourists and locals. People stared. People took pictures. And then they both smiled, waved and left with a “No worries, mate!”

Hahaha, I love it.

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Bargain Hunting

11 January 2006

Shopping. Loved the pink change rooms. Couldn’t resist a few snaps. First two pics, I’m wearing my own jeans and [a SEVEN year old] top. Last pic is me in a dress that I wasn’t very impressed with.

Today I made a promise that I would only buy discounted items. So I ended up with lots of last season’s items… bargain I tell ya! Bag $25. Earrings $10. And heaps of other girl stuff.

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All I want for Christmas

5 January 2006

We bought Callum a bike for Christmas! Actually… we bought it during the post Christmas sales. So there was no cliched bike-assembling on Christmas Eve, nor was there a huge bike-shaped gift under the Christmas tree.

We decided to spend a little extra at a proper bike shop, to get a bike that will last, rather than a dinky plastic one from a toy shop. We also decided to let Callum choose the colour of his bike. Big mistake. After visiting THREE bike shops in search of an “orange” bike… we had to talk him into buying a blue one. With a space alien on the seat, no less.

Needless to say, he loved it. It took him a few trys to negotiate the pedal brake, but other than that he got the hang of it really quickly… and was soon speeding off doing dangerous boy bike things. *Rolls eyes*

Inspired by Janice, I asked Callum :
“Hey Callum, you want to give your bike a name?”
“YEAH! Good idea mummy!”
“Ok… What about Speedy? Or Bluey?”
“Neh. I want to name it Fluffy.”
“Um. Callum. Your teddy bear is fluffy. Your bike isn’t fluffy.”
“I like Fluffy.”
“What about something fast and blue like.. SHARKY?”
“You know what? I changed my mind. You CAN’T name your bike today. So nyeeeh!”
“Aaawwwww muuuuuuum.”

(I do it because I CAN. Ha.)

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Catch Up

4 January 2006

Hi! Sheesh. It’s been a while. Things have been crazy. Christmas and New Year was fantastic. Low key. Low stress. Hanging out with family and close friends. I have so many pics and so many stories!

Currently we have a HUGE 8m³ bin sitting in our driveway. Andrew’s taken some time off work. We’re about to paint all the walls, rip out all the carpet in the house and replace it with wood flooring! All that with two kids! And we’re doing it ourselves! Completed in two weeks! Living in the mess! Aaakkk!