Wednesday, 25 March 2009

Dear Prime Minister

Dear Mr. Rudd,

I've been meaning to write you for a while now. I was glad that you were elected Prime Minister. I know that you would bring about great improvements for Australia.

I know that you've been busy with the economic crisis - I saw on the news that you're flying off to meet the President of the USA. On my part, I have been dealt with a crisis of a different sort. I can assure you that this crisis also affects the lives of others in the same predicament as I.

Ever since I moved out of college and into an apartment, I have been told off on numerous occasions for hanging laundry on the balcony. I have been enlightened on the strata by-law banning laundry from being put out in sight, not in keeping with the overall appearance of the apartment block. I trust that you know such strata by-law.

I find it strange that a progressive country such as Australia, a country vocal on environmental issues, would not have reviewed such a by-law. You can imagine that enforcement of this by-law would result in increased use of the dryer, and increased electricity consumption and greenhouse gas emissions. I understand that this by-law has been implemented to avoid apartment blocks from looking slum-like.

Slum-like, as in, Sydney CBD streets littered with rubbish, the stench of urine in each alleyway, homeless and / or drunk people wandering aimlessly? Surely there ought to be some law banning littering and passing of urine in public areas?

The simple act of drying laundry out in the sun is likened to littering. The analogy eludes me.

I grew up in Malaysia where our laundry are hung out in the sun. There was nothing slum-like in utilising the sun's energy to dry one's laundry. Far better for the environment, not to mention, the pocket. My parents were middle income earners. I am, too.

I believing in the judicious spending of one's income. More importantly, I believe in utilising renewable resources where possible in one's daily living. I am sure that Prime Minister, you share my sentiments.

Yours truly,
Suen Yee Chew


Tuesday, 17 March 2009

How To Avoid Trapped Arm Whilst Cuddling in Bed

I was Google-ing on how to knit a scarf.

That was how I came across this website.

I laughed out loud watching it.


Tuesday, 10 March 2009

The Other

Let me introduce you to Bluey...

Whatcha looking at?

The newest addition of tenants to the apartment.

By far the quietest addition.

Not including the creepy-crawleys, that is.

He loves choy sum, bok choy, carrots, and raisins.

Oh boy, he loves his raisins.

I love picnicking with my best mates, too!

When we brought him home about a month ago, he was a quiet little fellow, so cute and cuddly.

Not anymore.

I have a sneaky feeling that his testicles descended.

I'm still quite metrosexual, you know.

These days, he spends his romp time outside his hutch underneath the couch.

His burrow, my sister calls it.

When he's hungry, and there's nothing in the hutch other than hay, he sits and sulks.

Emo-ing, my sister calls it.

Can't you leave me alone?

'Nuff said.

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