Yo-Yo Ma on Bach´s Cello Suite No. 1

I first heard this watching The West Wing, where Yo-Yo Ma played in a scene where Bradley Whitford's character was suffering from post-trauma stress and broke a glass at some point (Yes, I love the show, the pace, the walk-talk scenes of all the characters - it was my all-time favourite). There is no relation to this blog entry, but I go back to to this music when I needed to pause. 

I have too much on my plate again and I wonder if it was the right choice - but it has become a routine, going for classes in the morning, and then rushing off for classes at uni, and then just coming back exhausted, but excited at the amount of information and making up those years when I absolutely found no reason to walk to Uni.

Yes, it's out in the open, I am shaving off this huge chip of uni, and stop losing all self in those senseless debates of what's right or wrong. 

There I've finally said it. 

pet peeves

I'm perpetually indecisive, and then I hear it from another person's mouth and it just peeves me and I swear to rid myself of this habit. 

'I don't mind', 'anything', 'whatever', only to find out later that it is exactly the opposite to whatever it was said earlier. The worst is 'everything'. For e.g. I eat everything, and only to find out later that there are categories of food that are not eaten. Why didn't you say earlier then? 

So next time, be as specific as possible, it saves a whole load of time and energy. 

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Australian Post officer to me: 'Your package is more interesting.' 

And so begins my journey of wine and dine, okay, this is an expensive new hobby.  

My first box of home-delivered wine. Woo hoos. 

NSW Wine Sydney Cellar Door

What a way to start the new month, being insanely happy! 

Alcohol-induced as my housemate and I made our way through Hyde Park, tasting everything from Mudgee's Cabernet Sauvignon to Cowra's (where's that?) Chardonnay and then to the all so familiar Hunter Valley, and I find myself drawn to Verdelho, though missing Hastings River for this. Before anyone thinks I speak wine language, I don't, I was just happy tasting away and enjoying my peruvian chirozos along the way. 

I couldn't conceal the silly grin as I caught up for a cuppa with an old friend who's a wine expert. 

Autumn is here but it is just still sunny happy.