Another serve of chicken soup
Wednesday, 06 September, 2006
I got sick over the weekend (like I seem to do every spring) and of course there was an engagement party to go to (Duncan and Fi's) except went late and only stayed for two hours, even though I would have liked to stay longer and chat to all those interesting people (like Guan, Mary and Matt). In the evening there was also a housewarming which I felt compelled to go to because I'd never been to Cyndi's place and I wanted to meet her friends and maybe her uncle (who is only a few years older than her) but he wasn't there. Her friends were there and it would have been a pleasant evening had my nose not been running like a tap and my eyes watering up as though I had hayfever (but I didn't; I was sick).
I spent most of the following day wandering around the house in my PJ's, making congee and chicken soup (the kind of chicken soup where you take the entire bird, remove the skin, put it in boiling water with some ginger and leave it for three hours—the kind that Ben doesn't like), and phoning people to get myself out of various church commitments for the evening. Ben wasn't feeling that good either and came home early from church. And then Monday, though I thought I was probably all right go into work, I wasn't really and so I emailed my apologies and stayed home. I was watching Bend it Like Beckham on the couch when Ben finally got up. He saw the rest of it with me. But he was feeling very down (the final Greek exam is on Friday; please pray for him because he's very stressed about it). I suggested going out for a walk. Because he hadn't eaten anything yet, he suggested breakfast (this was at 3 in the afternoon). So we went for a walk. I should have asked him where we were going before I picked my shoes because we ended up walking all the way to Newtown and the sandals I chose aren't very good for walking long distances. So now I've got two massive blisters on the outside of both my pinky toes (and they popped yesterday when I walked to Leichhardt and back and then went to work at CASE). Wearing any sort of shoes apart from thongs (flip-flops for you non-Australians) is extremely painful so thongs it is.
I've been seeing that Radiodread (Ok Computer in reggae) CD everywhere so it looks like it's easy to get your hands on if you so desire.
Blinks:
A way of funding writing in the future: pitch and idea and get people to support it.
Place where you can hire play equipment for parties, etc.
How to recalibrate the home button on your iPhone.
Unsolicited manuscripts accepted by Pan Macmillan with certain conditions.
Thought Balloon is a group blog in which the writers tackle a new theme every week? month? with one-page scripts. This URL is for their Phonogram ones.
How to sew a zipper on a knitted garment.
Issues organised by tale.
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The cross-cultural adapation thing has been a theme of your blogging for the past week or so—so tell me, how far are you able to enjoy Bend it Like Beckham?
I could see the humour in much of it, and Indian poking fun at Indian I can handle, but I found much of it almost too painfully real to laugh at (despite the humorous spin).
I was mortally offended when I saw it at the cinema, because my MTS-worker flatmate burst out laughing at the emotional high-point, where the dad relates his own experiences (trying to play cricket, and being called a turban-head).
I guess I expect mature Christians to have a sympathetic emotional maturity to such things…but that’s expecting much of anyone who hasn’t been through it.
How much of the above (your blog) does Ben understand?
Hey H-Bomb,
RE the last question: I don’t know. You’d have to ask him.
I’d like to blog about Bend it like Beckham some time because I think it’s an interesting case. Sad to hear that your MTS flatmate is a bit of a cultural numbskull.