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What would you ask the Prime Minister of Australia?

I and two other AYADs have 20 mins with the PM! 20 whole minutes! That means we have to do a lot more than shake his hand and say “yes, I am having a having a wonderful time in Aceh Prime Minister”.

So, help me out here. What would you ask the Prime Minister??

Birthday donuts

I missed posting yesterday, which really isn’t allowed if I want to meet my posting goals for 2008.

But here’s the odd thing about it: I didn’t post yesterday because I was bored. I was SO BORED that I couldn’t be bothered doing anything. I was immobilised by boredom! That would have to be the worst survival response I’ve come across.

Today I am back on track and will post some pictures my friend just gave me of my birthday in April. We went to the German restaurant, which is actually not really a German restaurant (but it does have weiner schnitzel on the menu, which makes me about as happy as I will ever be).

My housemate Sas came back from Jakarta the afternoon of my birthday and brought krispy kreme donuts as a birthday cake! Thanks Sas! Here we are eating them.

There was a lot of drama surrounding the distribution of donuts.

This is me saying “Sas, let’s be best friends so you bring me donuts every year”.

TWO cute babies.

I hereby present the eagerly anticipated photos of….




This photo of Liam makes me laugh every time I look at it. I’m sure I’m being stared down by him. Like he’s truly disgusted in me. You make me sick Sarah.

I asked Jess’s approval to post these pictures this morning, and her response was “YOU’D BETTER!” I think that means she likes the kids and wants to show them off.

Note that I didn’t need to frame Jess out of these pictures taken only a matter of hours after she gave birth to twins.

I will admit she does look a little tired. Maybe “I stayed up watching House too late last night” tired.

Colour Quiz

Seen on How About Orange…

Colour Sense Game. Apparently you can discover your colour personality.

Let me know if you think it works for you. (I’m going to do it again later to see if I get the same answer the second time round).

Added later: I keep getting White Spaces as my primary pallet but my secondary pallet keeps changing.

How babies and language collide

Photos of babies have begun to filter through and I can’t wait to see them in real life.

But I must wait two weeks (12 days to be exact) until I go back to Australia for a short visit. This could very well be the longest 12 days of waiting (especially because work is busy with many laborious and pretty dull tasks before then). But two things this morning are making it OK to wait.

1. Beck has duly informed me of the madness at the hospital when 20 big and small people all try to fit into one hospital room. I don’t mind the idea of arriving when the storm has passed.

2. This morning I am finally enjoying Bahasa Indonesia.

I’ve learned one interesting thing about myself this year. I don’t like learning new languages. I can hear the gasps around the world as I admit this (especially damning for someone who is all about international relations). It seems that everyone, especially Australians who often haven’t learned a second language to fluency, longs for the opportunity to learn a new language, or relishes the opportunities they have. I’d assumed that I was the same…that hanging out in Paris, practicing ordering a croissant for 12 months sounded fun. But I’ve realised that I’d love eating the croissant but that I will learn the minimum language required to get it.

I thought I was just bad at learning languages, and I think it’s true to a point, because I always want to translate the English thoughts in my head, even if those thoughts include idioms that no one will understand, and I struggle if I can’t directly translate a sentence from the other language into English. But the truth is that I haven’t been too bad with Bahasa (although if I’d studied I would probably be fluent by now). No, the most limiting factor to my success with languages is laziness. At any given moment I would much rather convey my thoughts precisely rather than practice using a language I still don’t understand well. So if there is an English option I take it.

But this morning something was different. I was reading an email in Bahasa Indonesia which usually I would skim, or even copy and paste it into an online translator if it especially important and I was being especially lazy. But this morning I was feeling diligent and persisted with every word in an email that wasn’t even directly written to me. And I understood! I learned new words, clarified the meaning of few others and genuinely understood a reasonably complex discussion between two people! But the real breakthrough was this: I enjoyed reading and deciphering and understanding it! This has been the missing (crucial) link to my language study.

How does this make the wait to see babies easier? It means that the daily struggle of working in a second language is eased, and moments of frustration that inevitably lead to “I don’t want to be here I want be home playing with babies” are fewer and farther between.