this is how a perfect evening goes:
extractor fan, glowing red coals
good conversation
incredible company
Soju and bulgogi
spicy tofu soup
a present to treasure forever
Wang city big mart and a red bean iceblock
sing star
birthdays which last a fortnight
as you can tell, I am still basking in the warming glowing warm glow of soju. But really... I love you guys.
breakfast:
watermelon, peacherine and orange
verdict:
definitely what I felt like in the morning, but got quite hungry around 9am. Which makes sense since I got up at 5am.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
stock taking 2008
arrgh! I have an 8am calltime, and I'm not in bed yet! Sigh!
Um, quick quick... life still pretty good, stock is OK. This age not so bad, but I might start pausing longer when people ask my age and consider not answering at all and cultivating a mysterious, youthful raise of the eyebrow.
Ummm... worked all today, still working. This birthday lasts all the rest of the month!
I like vietnamese takeaways.
breakfast:
Ummmm... watermelon and milo!
verdict:
not very birthday-ey, but I liked it. Stephen was too sick at 8am, didn't want to force him to make me french toast. Seemed cruel. Another time.
Um, quick quick... life still pretty good, stock is OK. This age not so bad, but I might start pausing longer when people ask my age and consider not answering at all and cultivating a mysterious, youthful raise of the eyebrow.
Ummm... worked all today, still working. This birthday lasts all the rest of the month!
I like vietnamese takeaways.
breakfast:
Ummmm... watermelon and milo!
verdict:
not very birthday-ey, but I liked it. Stephen was too sick at 8am, didn't want to force him to make me french toast. Seemed cruel. Another time.
Friday, March 21, 2008
5.15am - 5.23am
Before I go to sleep (hopefully) I would like to dedicate a wee post to my husband. This man suffered last-minute-cake-getting-stress, a really bad flu, a general boredom of parties and pathological fear of Karaoke for me.
When I sang him those two incredibly cheesy love songs ("Dream a little Dream of Me" and "Crazy For You" for the record), I meant every word. Seriously.
When I sang him those two incredibly cheesy love songs ("Dream a little Dream of Me" and "Crazy For You" for the record), I meant every word. Seriously.
4.20am - 5.14am
I can't sleep. Just got settled at home after my birthday party, which I had been worrying about. I've always wondered what makes a good party after all the party elitism of Berlin, and I really don't know about organising them. Why can't I just sit back and enjoy them? At my wedding, I was stressing the whole time, worrying about whether there was enough food (there wasn't), whether or not the little gingerbread man favours had been put out (they hadn't), etc etc, and only later when people remembered the thing with such fondness did I realise that it was actually a pretty good party.
I was doing the same again tonight, wondering constantly if it was a cool party or not, could I have done it better, was Karaoke the right choice, was there enough food and drink, why didn't people turn up on time, and why did some leave early... I'm still not sure now and I got home a little wound up and I sat and read the cards and... then had nothing but gratitude and joy that I have such people whom I can call friends. This is the time for stock taking, and the thing is, I know some awesome people, and.. you know, I think they might like me back.
I'm not sure about whether I'm a very good party planner (note to self: karaoke is a bold choice!), but I was in a room with some of my favourite people in the whole world. And there will be many good times ahead with them all, milestone or no. Do I need an excuse to spend time with these people? I shouldn't have to have one, I know, but any excuse is a good one.
It's not so profound, but it bears remembering.
breakfast:
milo and congee made with leftover duck and chicken bones.
verdict:
mmm. I really love congee, but something you have to watch is that it might mean you're full for less time and need to eat more sooner. I guess it's all that water.
I was doing the same again tonight, wondering constantly if it was a cool party or not, could I have done it better, was Karaoke the right choice, was there enough food and drink, why didn't people turn up on time, and why did some leave early... I'm still not sure now and I got home a little wound up and I sat and read the cards and... then had nothing but gratitude and joy that I have such people whom I can call friends. This is the time for stock taking, and the thing is, I know some awesome people, and.. you know, I think they might like me back.
I'm not sure about whether I'm a very good party planner (note to self: karaoke is a bold choice!), but I was in a room with some of my favourite people in the whole world. And there will be many good times ahead with them all, milestone or no. Do I need an excuse to spend time with these people? I shouldn't have to have one, I know, but any excuse is a good one.
It's not so profound, but it bears remembering.
breakfast:
milo and congee made with leftover duck and chicken bones.
verdict:
mmm. I really love congee, but something you have to watch is that it might mean you're full for less time and need to eat more sooner. I guess it's all that water.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Feminism is dead. Or at least a real loser.
Just stumbled onto Rock of Love on C4, and it's like watching a car crash. I can't stop watching. Why? Why? This sad old insecure man gets a harem of young women to bitch and catfight with each other over him, jump to his beck and call, do his bidding, and the prize is what? A date with him. A no-strings attached date. This .. this.. is horrible. The man is.. disgusting.
"The sexy six. The sexy six" (ad infinitum)
"Dress warm and sexy. I want a layer of sex"
Who talks like this? Who? Whoooooo?
The only thing that makes me feel better about this is the news that the winner of season 1 didn't want him in the end. Take that, yukky woman-objectifying man! Hahahaaa!
(OMG.. just watched the credits and the production company is called 'Mindless Entertainment'. They actually celebrate this? How can they live with themselves? How can I live with myself that I watched a whole episode of this? Must... self-flagellate... purge.. purge...)
breakfast:
Lemon and Honey, 2 vit C tablets and a nectarine. Followed up on set with a Panadol, pseudoefedrine tablet and half a cheese toasty.
verdict:
I'm sick. I blame my cold-addled brain for wanting to watch baaaaaaaad eviiillllll TV.
"The sexy six. The sexy six" (ad infinitum)
"Dress warm and sexy. I want a layer of sex"
Who talks like this? Who? Whoooooo?
The only thing that makes me feel better about this is the news that the winner of season 1 didn't want him in the end. Take that, yukky woman-objectifying man! Hahahaaa!
(OMG.. just watched the credits and the production company is called 'Mindless Entertainment'. They actually celebrate this? How can they live with themselves? How can I live with myself that I watched a whole episode of this? Must... self-flagellate... purge.. purge...)
breakfast:
Lemon and Honey, 2 vit C tablets and a nectarine. Followed up on set with a Panadol, pseudoefedrine tablet and half a cheese toasty.
verdict:
I'm sick. I blame my cold-addled brain for wanting to watch baaaaaaaad eviiillllll TV.
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