Loss of a good friend
Found out today one of my Gcru babies, one of the originals, passed away. I just got a phone call this afternoon as I was at a Christmas lunch with friends. Im so completely in shock and saddened by it all. I dont know what else to say but that he will be missed and hope he moves on to a better realm. May he pass peacefully and quietly through these next steps.
Miss you Talik...
Friday, December 26
Monday, December 22
Jam Karet Karim Style
Jam karet (rubber time). This is how we do in Bali. Its very very rare to find anyone who will remotely be on time on this island and no one else exemplifies this with more spectacular flare than my oldest and dearest pal.
Set the scene: Friday evening, sms discussion with Karim to try and plan a trip up to Batur in the morning. After much toing and froing, decide to meet at mine at 6:15 am so we can dash up, swim and come back in time for my 10 am appointment in Ubud.
Saturday -
6:00 - wake up to annoying alarm but somehow struggle to get ready on time
6:35 - no Karim. Call. Listen to his mumbling (obviously I'd woken him) to finally discern that there's no way in hell he'll be out of bed in the next couple of hours. Decide to meet at 11 after my meeting instead.
10:55 - phone chirps, call from Karim - he's just woken up. Will call me back in 45 minutes when he should be ready to take off.
11:45 - arrive at Karims, find him casually strumming guitar in one of the living rooms. Invites me to say hi to his dad, long chats follow.
12:35 - leave Karims to get nasi campur Kedewatan (essential... is the most delicious rice dish around and only costs $1 for massive parcel of vegs/meats etc) to take up to the lake
1:00 - head back into town as Karim remembers he has to pick up some mail for Jennifer (fabulously mad actress who lives by the lake) at a friends house
1:15 - stop by at my house to pick up my bikini (oopsies on my part for this one)
1:30 - Karim needs to change money, stop on road in Ubud main road
1:45 - Karim needs papayas? Stop 500m down to road to buy a couple
2:25 - Karim wants to buy a sign?? Stops on road to check out a small shop and decides on a couple of humorous pieces. Bargains like a pro, gets two for $4.
3:15 - arrive in Batur. Initial ETA - 7:15 am. Actual ETA 3:15 pm. Not bad for Karim really.
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Jam karet (rubber time). This is how we do in Bali. Its very very rare to find anyone who will remotely be on time on this island and no one else exemplifies this with more spectacular flare than my oldest and dearest pal.
Set the scene: Friday evening, sms discussion with Karim to try and plan a trip up to Batur in the morning. After much toing and froing, decide to meet at mine at 6:15 am so we can dash up, swim and come back in time for my 10 am appointment in Ubud.
Saturday -
6:00 - wake up to annoying alarm but somehow struggle to get ready on time
6:35 - no Karim. Call. Listen to his mumbling (obviously I'd woken him) to finally discern that there's no way in hell he'll be out of bed in the next couple of hours. Decide to meet at 11 after my meeting instead.
10:55 - phone chirps, call from Karim - he's just woken up. Will call me back in 45 minutes when he should be ready to take off.
11:45 - arrive at Karims, find him casually strumming guitar in one of the living rooms. Invites me to say hi to his dad, long chats follow.
12:35 - leave Karims to get nasi campur Kedewatan (essential... is the most delicious rice dish around and only costs $1 for massive parcel of vegs/meats etc) to take up to the lake
1:00 - head back into town as Karim remembers he has to pick up some mail for Jennifer (fabulously mad actress who lives by the lake) at a friends house
1:15 - stop by at my house to pick up my bikini (oopsies on my part for this one)
1:30 - Karim needs to change money, stop on road in Ubud main road
1:45 - Karim needs papayas? Stop 500m down to road to buy a couple
2:25 - Karim wants to buy a sign?? Stops on road to check out a small shop and decides on a couple of humorous pieces. Bargains like a pro, gets two for $4.
3:15 - arrive in Batur. Initial ETA - 7:15 am. Actual ETA 3:15 pm. Not bad for Karim really.
Saturday, December 20
Losing it
Almost a week now and I’m starting to get a bit frustrated with this. I’ve visited god knows how many hotels/motels/losmens/homestays and have so far found 1 place that I would ever recommend. More on that one to come…
Up side, free stays in hotels, massage by Bali’s best therapists and endless free meals. Actually have gained too much weight, exercise just seems to be too much work right now. I worked out in a gym for the first time in weeks yesterday, can hardly walk this morning...
But this distinct lack of facilities for my target market is annoying. Most of what I’ve seen is more hostel than boutique, grubby little digs with scary bathrooms and strange smells. You would think the island would have cottoned on to the flashpacker trend by now but I guess there is such a huge amount of effort and energy aimed at villas, the “real” travellers are kinda getting forgotten.
Don’t get me started on the Villas! Mushrooming wildly around the island, most are eyesores badly built and of questionable design. Really, who would pay $400 to stay in a box with a plunge pool when you have the choice of spoiling yourself in a 5 star hotel for less around half the price? I’m so tempted to open my own place just to show em how it’s done! Hahaha, welcome to Chez Soma.
Almost a week now and I’m starting to get a bit frustrated with this. I’ve visited god knows how many hotels/motels/losmens/homestays and have so far found 1 place that I would ever recommend. More on that one to come…
Up side, free stays in hotels, massage by Bali’s best therapists and endless free meals. Actually have gained too much weight, exercise just seems to be too much work right now. I worked out in a gym for the first time in weeks yesterday, can hardly walk this morning...
But this distinct lack of facilities for my target market is annoying. Most of what I’ve seen is more hostel than boutique, grubby little digs with scary bathrooms and strange smells. You would think the island would have cottoned on to the flashpacker trend by now but I guess there is such a huge amount of effort and energy aimed at villas, the “real” travellers are kinda getting forgotten.
Don’t get me started on the Villas! Mushrooming wildly around the island, most are eyesores badly built and of questionable design. Really, who would pay $400 to stay in a box with a plunge pool when you have the choice of spoiling yourself in a 5 star hotel for less around half the price? I’m so tempted to open my own place just to show em how it’s done! Hahaha, welcome to Chez Soma.
Thursday, December 18
Wednesday, December 17
Milano Day Spa
After a long long wait, I’ve finally made it to a day spa! Milano’s down on Jl Monkey Forest, is a favourite with the local expat ladies. Offering everything from manicures to massages, the spa is good value and clean. Today I was having the classic combo – manicure, pedicure and creambath (nourishing cream is worked slowly into the hair, followed by a blissful scalp, shoulder and arm massage). I was attended by three therapists and spent 2 hours being pampered Bali style. All for less than $30! Heaven.
After a long long wait, I’ve finally made it to a day spa! Milano’s down on Jl Monkey Forest, is a favourite with the local expat ladies. Offering everything from manicures to massages, the spa is good value and clean. Today I was having the classic combo – manicure, pedicure and creambath (nourishing cream is worked slowly into the hair, followed by a blissful scalp, shoulder and arm massage). I was attended by three therapists and spent 2 hours being pampered Bali style. All for less than $30! Heaven.
Sunday, December 14
Potholes, motorbikes and Doggies oh my!
There are three things you need when you attempt to drive in Bali – patience, a sense of humour and most importantly steel cohones. Its pretty much taking your own life in your own hands and today’s adventure was the perfect example of the perils faced when you get on the roads here. For some reason no matter how many times I’ve been on this particular route down to the beach from Ubud, I can not manage to get there without getting completely and utterly lost. I found myself motoring along with fingers crossed that I wouldn’t end up on the other side of the island by the end of it. Dodging suicidal motorbike swarms, dogs sauntering casually across the bitumen (that’s when they can even be bothered moving), crater like potholes and especially for today, ceremonies galore.
Unbeknownst to me, today was a really important date on the Balinese religious calendar and everywhere along the roads the temples were spilling over with villagers dressed in their best kebayas (traditional Balinese formal wear, a lacy long sleeved top for the ladies and starched white jackets for the men, both paired with sarongs). At one point a whole congregation were seated in the middle of a major intersection, attending prayers led by a priest. I had to drive excruciatingly slow, weaving through the kneeling crowds all with closed palms up in prayer to …the road gods?... as the religious police directed the traffic around the assembly.
By this time I had discovered that the car came with a charming odour of throw up which curiously only became stronger as I opened the windows, and conversely almost disappeared when I turned the AC on. Gagging, struggling with sticky gears and faulty window controls, I bumped and weaved along the road when for some reason I’d decided to stop following instinct and follow the road signs (always of dubious accuracy) to Kuta. I ended up down a tiny road, which was blocked abruptly by another temple ceremony. So, quick u-turn later I was back on the original path vowing never to follow another sign in Bali. I did eventually make it to the coast, only to be stuck in a traffic jam (in Bali?!!) on the bypass. At one particularly long red light, I discovered a little stowaway – a gecko had decided enough was enough and crawled up the windscreen to see what the hold up was. There really is definitely nothing like driving in Bali.
There are three things you need when you attempt to drive in Bali – patience, a sense of humour and most importantly steel cohones. Its pretty much taking your own life in your own hands and today’s adventure was the perfect example of the perils faced when you get on the roads here. For some reason no matter how many times I’ve been on this particular route down to the beach from Ubud, I can not manage to get there without getting completely and utterly lost. I found myself motoring along with fingers crossed that I wouldn’t end up on the other side of the island by the end of it. Dodging suicidal motorbike swarms, dogs sauntering casually across the bitumen (that’s when they can even be bothered moving), crater like potholes and especially for today, ceremonies galore.
Unbeknownst to me, today was a really important date on the Balinese religious calendar and everywhere along the roads the temples were spilling over with villagers dressed in their best kebayas (traditional Balinese formal wear, a lacy long sleeved top for the ladies and starched white jackets for the men, both paired with sarongs). At one point a whole congregation were seated in the middle of a major intersection, attending prayers led by a priest. I had to drive excruciatingly slow, weaving through the kneeling crowds all with closed palms up in prayer to …the road gods?... as the religious police directed the traffic around the assembly.
By this time I had discovered that the car came with a charming odour of throw up which curiously only became stronger as I opened the windows, and conversely almost disappeared when I turned the AC on. Gagging, struggling with sticky gears and faulty window controls, I bumped and weaved along the road when for some reason I’d decided to stop following instinct and follow the road signs (always of dubious accuracy) to Kuta. I ended up down a tiny road, which was blocked abruptly by another temple ceremony. So, quick u-turn later I was back on the original path vowing never to follow another sign in Bali. I did eventually make it to the coast, only to be stuck in a traffic jam (in Bali?!!) on the bypass. At one particularly long red light, I discovered a little stowaway – a gecko had decided enough was enough and crawled up the windscreen to see what the hold up was. There really is definitely nothing like driving in Bali.
The Princess is home
Home is made up of a series of buildings - what we call a compound really. At our front gate a large Buddha statue sits in a protective cove, performing the double task of welcoming visitors as well as concealing the sanctuary within. As you walk around the statue, the first series of buildings are revealed. My father’s quarters to the left, the laundry and villa office to the right and the large open living room directly ahead. A short path curves around a small bamboo and pebble garden and takes you to the main entrance of the bale (Balinese open living space). A raised platform topped with thin mattresses and scatter cushions runs along the only half wall of the building, leading the eye up to the slightly elevated dining area and kitchen up to the left. The raised lounge is the very best spot in the compound, what Dad likes to call his “power spot”. You can sit there all day, gaze at the sprawling gardens, listen to the bubbling waters of the lotus ponds and contemplate your belly button. As long as you slap on enough mozzie repellent!
The garden also holds the lap pool and guest rooms - which, when not occupied by the princess are rented out. I love my rooms, ridiculously soft and comfy king size bed complete with romantic hanging mozzie nets, bathroom suite and a little front patio. I’m always so enthusiastic about morning laps, yoga in the sun etc when I first arrive. That is until I fall completely into a lazy lifestyle and am quickly over it, preferring to veg out in the living room and absorbing all the green. I love the familiar sounds, doves cooing, water bubbling, chickens crowing and the occasional temple drums or gamelan (Balinese orchestra) carried from the village across the ravine at the back of our property. Ahh, bliss… time to let my mind unravel and let it all in.
Well here we are again. I’ve come home to Bali after yet another life changing series of events. Its seems every time things start to go pear shaped, I run back to my island home to regroup before I can go out and attack life again. I was to be picked up at the airport by dad’s new driver, who I had never met. So I was vaguely curious when I got off the plane as how it was all going to work out. Once I’d drifted out the arrival doors I was met with the usual throng of pushy punters and hotel drivers all eyeing me expectantly. I was ever so grateful that he had thought to bring a sign with him… Miss H has arrived!
My dads house – the only permanent/unchanging address I’ve had since aged 5 - has unfortunately been sold and this may be my last chance to come home to this wonderful haven. I’ve made it my mission to soak up as much of the experience as possible, knowing any future visits home will just not be the same.
Home is made up of a series of buildings - what we call a compound really. At our front gate a large Buddha statue sits in a protective cove, performing the double task of welcoming visitors as well as concealing the sanctuary within. As you walk around the statue, the first series of buildings are revealed. My father’s quarters to the left, the laundry and villa office to the right and the large open living room directly ahead. A short path curves around a small bamboo and pebble garden and takes you to the main entrance of the bale (Balinese open living space). A raised platform topped with thin mattresses and scatter cushions runs along the only half wall of the building, leading the eye up to the slightly elevated dining area and kitchen up to the left. The raised lounge is the very best spot in the compound, what Dad likes to call his “power spot”. You can sit there all day, gaze at the sprawling gardens, listen to the bubbling waters of the lotus ponds and contemplate your belly button. As long as you slap on enough mozzie repellent!
The garden also holds the lap pool and guest rooms - which, when not occupied by the princess are rented out. I love my rooms, ridiculously soft and comfy king size bed complete with romantic hanging mozzie nets, bathroom suite and a little front patio. I’m always so enthusiastic about morning laps, yoga in the sun etc when I first arrive. That is until I fall completely into a lazy lifestyle and am quickly over it, preferring to veg out in the living room and absorbing all the green. I love the familiar sounds, doves cooing, water bubbling, chickens crowing and the occasional temple drums or gamelan (Balinese orchestra) carried from the village across the ravine at the back of our property. Ahh, bliss… time to let my mind unravel and let it all in.
Sunday, October 12
Pavlova!
Yep, I finally did it. Made my very own fluffy egg-white masterpiece. I didn't chicken out and run out to Woollies to grab the ready made stuff - although being as the shops were closed by the time I'd decided on what to make, I didn't really have the option.
I'd always wanted to make one, but hearing all the stories of woe (collapse/runniness/burning/not resembling merinque in any shape or form) kinda put me off a bit but in the end necessity won out. I basically didn't have ingredients for anything else, and since I was put on dessert duty for a dinner with friends, I was desperate! As usual I scoured the net for recipes and came across a really really simple recipe....and changed it a bit. In the end I used:
3 eggwhites, at room temperature
2/3 cup caster sugar (kinda cheated this, didn't have caster so I smashed some white sugar in my pestle and viola! took some muscle but same same la)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups passionfruit yoghurt
8 large strawberries, hulled, sliced
2 bananas sliced into thin circles
1 tablespoon honey
Don't really understand the science behind this but basically if you don't get the egg at room temperature, you're doomed. Learnt that one from an unfortunate meringue experience.
Where were we? Oh right:
1. Preheat oven to 150' (thats supposed to be degrees, don't know how to get the symbol) celcius. Have a large tray ready with some baking paper.
2. Beat the egg whites until you get soft peaks. Your call to use hand-mixer or just hand. Personally I'd go with the mixer unless you've got hulk-like muscles and have a lot of time on your...hands. Sorry....Gradually add the sugar a teaspoon at a time while beating until you have a lovely glossy texture. You'll know when this happens as you'll feel a ridiculous sense of pride and awe at self. Fold in the vanilla.
3. Spoon the eggies into 2 equal rectangles on the tray (here's the tricky part. My web instructions had me measuring and drawing on the paper, but who has the patience? I went right in and ended up flubbing around pushing and spreading, standing back to eye the 2 pieces, flubbing some more until I was satisfied they were kinda close to being the same size. But that's just me.) Bake for 40 minutes. Turn the oven off, leave the door open to cool and stand back to again feel that ridiculous sense of pride and awe at your creation. Let cool for about an hour till its all nice and crunchy.
4. Spread one of the rectangles with half the yoghurt. Top with strawberries and bananas. Place the remaining meringue on top and repeat the yoghurt and banana business. Drizzle with honey. Admire.
Serves 6. Well we had 5 and consenquently had to fight it out for the remaining piece.
Yummmmm!
Yep, I finally did it. Made my very own fluffy egg-white masterpiece. I didn't chicken out and run out to Woollies to grab the ready made stuff - although being as the shops were closed by the time I'd decided on what to make, I didn't really have the option.
I'd always wanted to make one, but hearing all the stories of woe (collapse/runniness/burning/not resembling merinque in any shape or form) kinda put me off a bit but in the end necessity won out. I basically didn't have ingredients for anything else, and since I was put on dessert duty for a dinner with friends, I was desperate! As usual I scoured the net for recipes and came across a really really simple recipe....and changed it a bit. In the end I used:
3 eggwhites, at room temperature
2/3 cup caster sugar (kinda cheated this, didn't have caster so I smashed some white sugar in my pestle and viola! took some muscle but same same la)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups passionfruit yoghurt
8 large strawberries, hulled, sliced
2 bananas sliced into thin circles
1 tablespoon honey
Don't really understand the science behind this but basically if you don't get the egg at room temperature, you're doomed. Learnt that one from an unfortunate meringue experience.
Where were we? Oh right:
1. Preheat oven to 150' (thats supposed to be degrees, don't know how to get the symbol) celcius. Have a large tray ready with some baking paper.
2. Beat the egg whites until you get soft peaks. Your call to use hand-mixer or just hand. Personally I'd go with the mixer unless you've got hulk-like muscles and have a lot of time on your...hands. Sorry....Gradually add the sugar a teaspoon at a time while beating until you have a lovely glossy texture. You'll know when this happens as you'll feel a ridiculous sense of pride and awe at self. Fold in the vanilla.
3. Spoon the eggies into 2 equal rectangles on the tray (here's the tricky part. My web instructions had me measuring and drawing on the paper, but who has the patience? I went right in and ended up flubbing around pushing and spreading, standing back to eye the 2 pieces, flubbing some more until I was satisfied they were kinda close to being the same size. But that's just me.) Bake for 40 minutes. Turn the oven off, leave the door open to cool and stand back to again feel that ridiculous sense of pride and awe at your creation. Let cool for about an hour till its all nice and crunchy.
4. Spread one of the rectangles with half the yoghurt. Top with strawberries and bananas. Place the remaining meringue on top and repeat the yoghurt and banana business. Drizzle with honey. Admire.
Serves 6. Well we had 5 and consenquently had to fight it out for the remaining piece.
Yummmmm!
Thursday, October 9
Blasphemy!
On my way home from a lovely little walk in BTown I overheard a guy on his phone mentioning that he didnt like the Lord of the Rings Books! And whats more, he preferred the movies! argh aghh, Blasphemy! take thy filthy words back! I listened on stealthily as he offered his friend the books, because he wouldn't be reading them ever again. Oh, be still my pissed off heart! As he walked on ahead, I continued home silently fuming at the uneducated knave. The phone conversation bounced around in my head the whole way back to the apartment, I just couldn't comprehend how anyone would not love the books and prefer the hollywood (granted very nicely done) versions to the classic wordsmithing of..blah blah blah. I hoped I didnt look like a nut frowning to myself and uttering the ocassional expletive. I shuffled along in this introspective state and before I knew it was at my apartment. I turned the corner and...the phone guy was there opening his front door. Next to mine. He's my neighbour... Ahem!
Phone guy: "Hey, I didn't recognise you"
Big smile.
Me: "Yeah, me too!"
Plasters the biggest possible smile on face.
Phone guy: "How you guys doing? Hows your brazilian guy doing?"
Can his grin get any bigger?
Me: "Um, good. Yeah he works a lot"
Ever the brilliant conversationilist. I finally get the key in the door.
Me: "Okay, have a nice night!"
Retreat into home, strangely guilty.
Feel a bit sheepish now, but still... really!... Prefers the Movies!!..(*continues to mutter quietly to self like an old war nana*)
On my way home from a lovely little walk in BTown I overheard a guy on his phone mentioning that he didnt like the Lord of the Rings Books! And whats more, he preferred the movies! argh aghh, Blasphemy! take thy filthy words back! I listened on stealthily as he offered his friend the books, because he wouldn't be reading them ever again. Oh, be still my pissed off heart! As he walked on ahead, I continued home silently fuming at the uneducated knave. The phone conversation bounced around in my head the whole way back to the apartment, I just couldn't comprehend how anyone would not love the books and prefer the hollywood (granted very nicely done) versions to the classic wordsmithing of..blah blah blah. I hoped I didnt look like a nut frowning to myself and uttering the ocassional expletive. I shuffled along in this introspective state and before I knew it was at my apartment. I turned the corner and...the phone guy was there opening his front door. Next to mine. He's my neighbour... Ahem!
Phone guy: "Hey, I didn't recognise you"
Big smile.
Me: "Yeah, me too!"
Plasters the biggest possible smile on face.
Phone guy: "How you guys doing? Hows your brazilian guy doing?"
Can his grin get any bigger?
Me: "Um, good. Yeah he works a lot"
Ever the brilliant conversationilist. I finally get the key in the door.
Me: "Okay, have a nice night!"
Retreat into home, strangely guilty.
Feel a bit sheepish now, but still... really!... Prefers the Movies!!..(*continues to mutter quietly to self like an old war nana*)
Morning TV highlights
Kathy Lette - Fabulous woman! Just saw an interview on Kerri-Anne, what a diva! Perched on KA's bland sofa in all her hot-pink fabulousness, spikey short hair and blazing lips. I just wish I had half her hustspa i.e. asking Prince William if he wanted tongue when she was obliged to kiss him to present a trophy.
Highlight of the interview - how to deal with your sulky teenagers declaring they wished you dead - take a big drag of your cigarrette in one hand and a swig of wine from the other, blow the smoke out slowly and say "I'm doing my best darling..." ahahaha!
Kathy Lette - Fabulous woman! Just saw an interview on Kerri-Anne, what a diva! Perched on KA's bland sofa in all her hot-pink fabulousness, spikey short hair and blazing lips. I just wish I had half her hustspa i.e. asking Prince William if he wanted tongue when she was obliged to kiss him to present a trophy.
Highlight of the interview - how to deal with your sulky teenagers declaring they wished you dead - take a big drag of your cigarrette in one hand and a swig of wine from the other, blow the smoke out slowly and say "I'm doing my best darling..." ahahaha!
The Past
Ahahahaha, I've just read some of my older posts from...wait for it...2003! Yep, thats how lazy I am. I get enthusiastic, fall in love with an idea, am passionate about it...for about 2 secs and then forget all about it. Therefore we have a 5 year gap between posts. Not bad, coulda been worse.
Anyway, what a confused little individual I was way back then. I'm quite sure I wasn't suited to being a PA, all those sleepless nights and following the orders of a psycho producer. Wasn't she a bag of fun. I heard down the grapevine that she eventually had a nervous breakdown, no surprise there. "What the hell is she on about?" I hear you ask. Well that is if anyone is actually reading this. To explain, I was a Production Assistant in Jakarta (my life is random) for about 2 seconds. Unfortunately the Producer whom I was to Assist was Hitler reborn. She frequently had screaming fits on set, followed swiftly by a torrent of tears and accusations. Now I dont know if this modus operandi (check that, getting all fancy with the ol language, not sure if correct use tho) for producers, but it freaked the hell out of me and all the crew. I basically had hardly any sleep for 3 months and suffered post traumatic stress.
Ah, good times.
Ahahahaha, I've just read some of my older posts from...wait for it...2003! Yep, thats how lazy I am. I get enthusiastic, fall in love with an idea, am passionate about it...for about 2 secs and then forget all about it. Therefore we have a 5 year gap between posts. Not bad, coulda been worse.
Anyway, what a confused little individual I was way back then. I'm quite sure I wasn't suited to being a PA, all those sleepless nights and following the orders of a psycho producer. Wasn't she a bag of fun. I heard down the grapevine that she eventually had a nervous breakdown, no surprise there. "What the hell is she on about?" I hear you ask. Well that is if anyone is actually reading this. To explain, I was a Production Assistant in Jakarta (my life is random) for about 2 seconds. Unfortunately the Producer whom I was to Assist was Hitler reborn. She frequently had screaming fits on set, followed swiftly by a torrent of tears and accusations. Now I dont know if this modus operandi (check that, getting all fancy with the ol language, not sure if correct use tho) for producers, but it freaked the hell out of me and all the crew. I basically had hardly any sleep for 3 months and suffered post traumatic stress.
Ah, good times.
Unemployed Bum
After many many many years, its high time I started writing on the ol blog again. Have to add to my repertoir of daytime tv, checking email and Facebook. And I've Googled just about everyone I know. (dont deny it, you've all indulged in the guilty pleasure!) And now I'm down to watching Playschool. Argh, we need cable tv.
Its been so long since I've wrestled with anything vaguely technical, starting up this blog again was the freakiest experience. Whats HTML again? Urgh, I think I'm going to break this thing. Can't believe I used to do this stuff for a living. I can barely get this post up let alone contemplate editing it. Therefore it will just have to stay relatively boring until I can stretch my creative techie muscles again. I can just hear my multimedia class mates sniggering in the background.
Phew! Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Good effort, try another post again in an hour.
After many many many years, its high time I started writing on the ol blog again. Have to add to my repertoir of daytime tv, checking email and Facebook. And I've Googled just about everyone I know. (dont deny it, you've all indulged in the guilty pleasure!) And now I'm down to watching Playschool. Argh, we need cable tv.
Its been so long since I've wrestled with anything vaguely technical, starting up this blog again was the freakiest experience. Whats HTML again? Urgh, I think I'm going to break this thing. Can't believe I used to do this stuff for a living. I can barely get this post up let alone contemplate editing it. Therefore it will just have to stay relatively boring until I can stretch my creative techie muscles again. I can just hear my multimedia class mates sniggering in the background.
Phew! Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Good effort, try another post again in an hour.
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