Saturday, April 21, 2007

mau mati hari ini?

Well, after I finished my last blog post, I decided it was time for lunch. I searched through what food we had, and what would take the least amount of cooking for the busy day in front of me. I found some frozen hash browns, and began to cook them on the George. Little did I know, the cord had become stuck between the plates.

While this was happening, I was still really frustrated about the fact that I really wanted soup, and couldn't find my can opener. I searched and searched through the drawers, and eventually found it with the small spoons in the top drawer. I was very happy, and opened the can, put the contents in the saucepan, and began to cook my soup.

Now by this time, the hashbrowns were almost cooked, so I put a bit of pressure on the george, when suddenly, BANG! This huge fireball emerges from the george. I immediately turned it off at the power point, freaked out, and got advice from Steff. It ended with me armed with two wooden spoons getting the plug out of the powerpoint. It's still sitting there with the hashbrowns still in it.

So that was a near death experience. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if the outcome was worse, how long it would take for someone to realise I'm not around.

I got this George for my mum for her birthday in 2005. She really liked it, however, was constantly frustrated because it was too small to cook her and Jess a decent meal. But she really liked the concept, so she went to the city and brought herself a BIGGER George, and gave me the small George. Being a uni student I happily took him in. There have been many fun days since then. We cooked steak together, we even cooked fritz together. There were many happy days of toasted sandwhiches and I even made Steff lunch on there once. Sigh.

So what will I do with George now? I think either a burial service in my back yard (lots of dirt and no garden), or maybe I could make him into an expressive form of abstract art?

Good bye George, I will miss you. Rest in peace.

In other news, I may be going back to Indonesia July this year!

bulu-bulu

In recent news:

Yesterday, in PE, we were trying to make a rain scene using clapping and clicking. Three of us were remeniscing about the time we did it at Youth Alive. The funny part about that is that those two were in Melbourne, and I in Adelaide. We're all connected in the great circle of life?

Last night for tea I was going to have soup. However it seems that the can opener has gone missing. I looked everywhere and couldn't find it!!

In other news, I changed my bed sheets today (hear the crowd go wild). When selecting new bed sheets from the abundance of which resides at this house thanks to my lovely mother, I found all of these really warm bed items. Now when I moved to victoria, my mum thought I would freeze, and geared me up with all of this stuff. However I have never used it, because I used to not feel the cold. I think it's just me that feels the cold, because my housemate is always saying how silly I am that I'm so cold. So now I have extra bed linen (including a very RETRO sheet) with some leesy underlay thing. I'll trial it tonight and report if it's any warmer ;)

And yes, I am fully aware it's only April

Thursday, April 19, 2007

newspaper mama


OH MY GOSH!!!! PETER COMBE!!! I SO WANT TO GO!!!!

joining the frog club..

In the last few weeks, my friend Spatch blogged about 'Why I am a frog'.

I love Spatch, and Steff a great deal. They are two of my closest friends. But I don't want to be like them this much!

I usually love the winter. One of my motives for moving to Bendigo was for the colder climate. But this year I am finding myself to be continuouslly cold, and it's only April! That said I do love winter over summer any day.

I'm trying to work out why I'm so cold. My housemate (Melbourne girl) is always telling me I'm mad because I'm so cold when she runs around in a t-shirt and shorts. Maybe I've climatised to Bendigo weather, but wouldn't that mean I'd be ok with this weather? I know that to a degree that I have - the air in Pinnaroo is so dry my skin dries out! My only other self-diagnosis is that I am iron-deficient, or that I have lost weight and therefore have less insulation on my body.

But am I a frog? Spatch defined a cold frog as "someone who hates, and avoids, the feeling of being cold" (Tilley 2007) . I don't think I'm quite there... yet.

lost in Adelaide

Do you ever have a dream so scary that it disrupts your entire day?

I had a really frightening dream last night...

I somehow ended up in Adelaide in the early hours of the morning, and I was alone and really scared. I was having a really massive panic attack about where I was, what I did or didn't have in my posession. It was roughly five AM and I was lost in the city, in the darkness.

I began to scream, and for some reason, my mum was in Adelaide too and walked around the corner. I asked her to help me, but she told me to stop making such a scene, that I was making her look bad. We then came to the decision that I should catch the bus out to the Adelaide Hills so my auntie could come and get me and I stay with her. I then began looking for a bus as the sun was coming up. That's where the dream ended.

I'm not usually the one to have nightmares. I have my fair share of bizarre dreams - my friends all know this, because often when I see them in the morning the first thing I say is, "oh I had this dream last night..." But to actually have a nightmare is really odd for me, and to have one that has made my day feel so awful is also bizarre.

After the nightmare I couldn't sleep. It was about 4:30am and my mind felt really troubled. In a bizarre twist, before I went to sleep I had just messaged a friend telling her about how well I had slept the past few nights. All I could do was pray, quote scripture, take the thoughts captive, etc.

Has anyone else had such a bad dream like this before?

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

the active and the passive...

Now that I have your attention, Steff, this post is actually not about grammar...

This morning I was walking to uni, trying to figure out what I was really doing with my life, where I would end up when I graduate, when suddenly, this blue station wagon pulled out of a driveway. This station wagon was driven by a middle aged woman, and the passengers were and three younger children, obviously on their way to school.

She had the window hardly open and was smoking, these kids would have surely been inhaling second hand smoke. I felt so sorry for them, in fact it broke my heart. I know it's a parents choice in how they treat their children, but in the same way, I couldn't help but think about these poor children.

And immediately I was reminded of the harsh reality I live in. This day and age where children are abused, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally. It's something we've been learning about in our Health classes this week, that problems in childhood can lead to problems in adult hood. I was indeed thinking about this the other day on why these days there are so many people are diagnosed with depression. A friend replied with the response 'abuse of the mind'.. I cant help but think they were right.

And so while thinking about all of this in this instance this morning as the blue stationwagon headed for the traffic lights, I couldnt help but feel this sense of the fact that I am in a position that I can change the world in. I am at uni being equipped with skills to make a positive influence on these kinds of kids. And ultimately I believe that there is this ultimate higher power behind me, and that is the empowering of the Holy Spirit! I just need to surrender myself to that.. I know that there are several more hurting families and children in this city, that are abused, that are told they are worth nothing, but I want to tell them that there is a God who loves them, that God can heal their broken hearts!

Monday, April 16, 2007

mungkin nanti

This week I have discovered not only that I need to be more productive in the little time that I have, but also that I really enjoy Indonesian pop music. It makes me want to go back so much!!

This week I have listened to a song with the phrase 'pekat malam'.. Now I knew malam meant night, but I did not know what pekat malam meant. I knew it meant 'thick', but thick night!? So then after enquiring through my kamus (dictionary) and clarifying my Indonesian lecturer (native Indonesian lady). She looked at me confused as I asked her, paused for a moment, told me "a dark night", and asked why I asked such a question. The look on her face was gold.

So that was fun. If you want to hear some Indonesian pop music, go on myspace.com and music search for either peterpan or ungu.


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