Nothing more needs to be said.
Nothing more needs to be said.
What’s happening to the weather in Sydney?
After what seemed like an eternity of rain, Sydney was blessed with the 4th consecutive day of sunshine today. Problem was – there was no heat behind those rays.
Considering we are still in autumn, I wanted to know why it felt like winter when I got out of bed this morning. And I also wondered if we even had summer at all!
I went looking for some stats today at the Bureau of Meteorology website and found the following:
* For the month of April to date, Sydney experienced a total of 163.6 hours of sun and 146.6mm of rain. The average minimum temperature is 14.1°C and the average maximum temperature is 21.7°C.
* For March, Sydney experienced a total of 274.7 hours of sun and 63.4mm of rain. The average minimum temperature is 17.4°C and the average maximum temperature is 25.1°C.
* For February, Sydney experienced a total of 164.2 hours of sun and 258.4mm of rain. The average minimum temperature is 18.5°C and the average maximum temperature is 24.8°C.
* For January, Sydney experienced a total of 230.0 hours of sun and 57.0mm of rain. The average minimum temperature is 20.3°C and the average maximum temperature is 26.0°C.
* For December, Sydney experienced a total of 213.3 hours of sun and 123.2mm of rain. The average minimum temperature is 18.5°C and the average maximum temperature is 24.7°C.
So, for summer, Sydney experienced on average per day:
* 6.68 hours of sun;
* 4.82mm of rain;
* Minimum temperature of 19.1°C; and
* Maximum temperature of 25.2°C.
And for autumn so far, all 60 days of it, Sydney has been experiencing on average per day:
* 7.31 hours of sun;
* 3.5mm of rain;
* Minimum temperature of 15.8°C; and
* Maximum temperature of 23.4°C.
No wonder I’m cold!
I have had such a lovely Anzac Day long weekend, and boy, can I use a week to recover from it!
As per usual, the festivities kicked off with drinks at the office. There was an added reason to stick around for a few drinks too – one of the lovely fellas in another division was leaving and Thursday afternoon was his farewell bash. A few beers turned into a few more and soon after, I found myself standing in the pub across the road from the office, having the first of many Magners.
There was plenty of laughter and fun, and even a little bit of dancing too. But soon, the party crowd started thinning out and at the mention of the Cross, I quickly took myself to the nearest taxi for a bumpy ride home. I recall very little of the taxi ride, nor what was going through my mind when I staggered into Coles Express and bought all the ingredients necessary to make hearty chicken and vegetable soup. Also on the "no thought process" front was the microwave dinner that I hovered shortly before I passed out on my couch. Hot tip: consuming Magners and a McCain Roasts Lamb Dinner in that order is not recommended, especially when the McCain meal is preceded by at least 4 Magners.
Friday morning was interesting, and surprising, when I discovered that the previous evening’s shopping expedition in Coles was not a dream. So, at lunch time, I set out to cook my hearty chicken and vegetable soup. J was originally slated to join me for most of the weekend, but due to poor health, he rested at home on Friday in readiness for his play date with Miss M on Saturday. I wound up spending the entire Friday in my PJs and caught up on gossip magazines and TV shows taped from the previous week.
Earlier in the week, I had set myself a mission to complete over the weekend – to visit the supermarket and buy some groceries. On reflection during the week, I realised it had been 3 weeks since I stepped foot inside a real supermarket (Coles Express does not count as a real supermarket). I had run out of a number of cleaning products, so off I went to Macquarie Centre where I spent the better part of 5 hours, wandering and window shopping before braving the massive Woolworths for my groceries.
J had mentioned on Friday that he would like to spend Saturday night and Sunday with me, and by 5.30pm, I was getting quite impatient waiting for his phone call. I had all but given hope of seeing him on Saturday night, so imagine how sheepish I was when I found that not only had I missed his call at 5.00pm, but he’d left a voicemail message that suggested (in the tiniest way) that I was screening his call. Bad me.
Thankfully, J was feeling a lot better and he had had a good day with Miss M. We spent Saturday evening hanging out and watching Harry Potter on TV before retiring for an early night, as we had plans to walk into the city on Sunday.
Sunday dawned bright and sparkly, an amazing day lay ahead for our outdoor adventure. I was so pleased to see the sun in the sky – it had been raining in Sydney for just over 2 weeks and most of us were over the wet and dreary conditions. At 9.00am, we strapped on our backpacks and set off for our long walk from St Leonards to the city.
I am almost embarrassed to admit that I had never walked across the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Ever. I’ve driven across the Bridge a thousand times or more, but never have I ever walked the length of the Bridge. I can now proudly say I have, and it is a wonderful walk with gorgeous sights of the harbour and the Sydney Opera House – a must for all visitors to Sydney.
The walk into The Rocks took about an hour and a half – I have short legs, after all! When we arrived at Circular Quay, J said he wanted to visit the Museum of Contemporary Art. Another first for me, we wandered into the Museum to find free entry into 3 exhibitions. We took our time and looked at everything that was on display. I particularly liked the Aboriginal bark paintings.
It was almost lunchtime by the time we finished our Museum visit, so we headed down to Chinatown for a feed. Market City was our destination and we took in the sights and sounds of George Street. Again, I had never visited the food court at Market City, and was amazed by the selection of shops when we finally reached the "real" food court. After much deliberation, J settled for a sizzling beef with rice and I ordered a bowl of noodles with roast duck and preserved vegetables.
We needed to work off all that food post lunch, so we walked around the shops in the Market City complex (where I bought some gorgeous tops for my nephews) before heading downstairs to brave the crowds in Paddy’s Markets. It was a strictly window shopping exercise for us, but J did find something he liked related to one of his favourite anime and he just couldn’t resist. We spotted these awful fleecy jackets with monkey prints displayed in at least 6 stalls and laughed at the garishness of the print. We also laughed at the vast number of wig shops and wondered if there really was a market for so many wigs!
After walking past the fifth wig shop, we decided it was time to leave Paddy’s Markets and headed to one of J’s favourite shops, Galaxy Bookshop near the QVB. On our way, we meandered through Chinatown where we were shown menus and invited to sit down for a bite to eat at every restaurant!
We spent about 20 minutes inside Galaxy, where J indulged his inner (and outer!) nerd and shared his passion of sci fi and fantasy novels with me. I tried very hard to understand but to no avail, so I looked at a number of other things in the shop that caught my eye.
The QVB was our next stop, where J took me to new heights again. Until Sunday, I had never visited the QVB higher than the Ground Level, so it was absolutely delightful to visit Levels 1 and 2 and wander through the shops on those levels.
So much walking certainly worked up a thirst, and we soon headed to a café for a coffee and to rest our weary legs. Thoughts of walking back across the Bridge were quickly set aside for another day as we waited for a bus to take us back to St Leonards.
We could have happily ended our Sunday when we walked through the door to my apartment, but for the fact that I had pre-arranged to have dinner with my parents. So after some rest and a much needed shower, we headed out to a yummy meal and gorgeous red wine with Dad and Mum.
Our full bellies ensured that sleep was still some time away, so after dinner, we settled in for some Family Guy hilarity before witnessing the train wreck also known as Cheaters (so low rent white trash but oh so compulsive viewing). I went to sleep still laughing at the stories that unfolded in Sunday night’s episode.
Phew! Yes, it has been busy, but I have thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. I can definitely have more weekends like this.
Mood: A Bit Cheeky
I saw a Woolworths ad in the paper today, proudly proclaiming "Save 20c per litre on Fuel". This piqued my interest as the current petrol prices have hit an all time high – last week when I was desperate for fuel, I had no choice but to buy $15 of petrol at $1.529 per litre.
So I kept reading the ad. In order to get the savings of 20c per litre of fuel, you must buy 6 or more bottles of any wine at Woolworths Liquor. Easy enough to do – I’ve been looking to stock up on some wines anyway, so 6 bottles is not a huge ask. Plus J is slowly but surely developing a taste for red wine, so it can’t hurt to have a few bottles handy for dinners at my place.
But wait, there’s more. At the bottom of the ad, there is a loud red box stating 10% Off Wine "when you buy six or more bottles of any wine".
An offer that will quench not only my thirst but that of Tom Cruze as well? Methinks I’ll be shopping at Woolworths Liquor this weekend!
Mood: In Appreciation
Last Monday night, I happened upon David Attenborough’s Life In Cold Blood, currently being shown on Channel 9.
I have never been a huge fan of nature documentary, but I must say this series is very well made and the episodes from last Monday as well as last night were absolutely fascinating.
There are only 5 episodes in this series, which means there are only 3 more weeks to catch this visually spectacular doco (if Channel 9 doesn’t stuff around with their scheduling).
Go on, take a look next Monday night at 7.30pm. You can thank me later.
Mood: Um … Er …
Key word: hapless. Those poor kids.
SCHOOL TEAM HIT FOR 66 RUNS IN TWO INNINGS
Thu Apr 17, 2008 8:32pm EDT
Writing by Alastair Himmer; Editing by Justin Palmer
TOKYO (Reuters) – A Japanese high school pleaded for a regional game to be abandoned after surrendering 66 runs in less than two innings, local media reported on Thursday.
The coach of Kawamoto technical high school threw in the towel to spare his pitcher’s arm with his team losing 66-0 with just one batter out in the bottom of the second.
The hapless hurler had already sent down over 250 pitches, allowing 26 runs in the first inning and 40 in the second before Kawamoto asked for mercy.
"At that pace the pitcher would have thrown around 500 pitches in four innings," Kawamoto’s coach was quoted as saying. "There was a danger he could get injured."
Opponents Shunshukan were officially credited with a 9-0 victory, giving the scoreline a tinge of respectability for the luckless Kawamoto school.
Two very distinct memories cropped up after reading this article.
Memory #1: 2000 Eastern University Games in Albury, Women’s Soccer, Macquarie University vs University of New South Wales. It was pouring down with rain even before we took to the fields, but the officials decided to press on and play the game. This was the last of our pool matches before the quarter finals, and the MacU rep team was in a good place to finish on top. UNSW, on the other hand, was there to make up the numbers and to have a blast of a week.
From kick-off, it was plain to see that UNSW was no match for MacU. Our captain scored within the first minute, and then pounded another two into the back of the net for her hat trick within the first 3 minutes. The term "Mercy Rule" crossed my mind as UNSW continued to stand like sticks in mud on the pitch, while Lisa used the time as target practice from every inch of the field.
In short, the Mercy Rule brings a sports event to an early end when one team has a very large and presumably insurmountable lead over the other team. The application of the Mercy Rule is usually at the instigation of the losing team, but sometimes at the behest of the referee, when the winning margin had reached 9 goals. On this occasion, UNSW set a record time in seeking the Mercy Rule – MacU scored 9 goals in 9 minutes, and the whistle sounded to the rousing cheers from UNSW and the referee as everyone ran for the covers and headed for hot showers 10 minutes after kick-off.
Memory #2: 1997 Gladesville-Hornsby Women’s Soccer Association All Age Division 5 competition, Macquarie University vs Northbridge. The MacU team in the amateur GHWSA league was a social team – weekend warriors who valued post-game beers more than competition points. On this particular day, the team was either recovering from the excesses of the pub crawl held on the previous night, or still in the party mode. As a form of bonding, a number of the girls huddled for a "team yak" minutes prior to kick-off.
The team was largely made up of very inexperienced players, who joined a soccer team for fun and fitness without ever having really kicked a soccer ball in their lives. Going into this game, the 3rd of the season, we were 0 from 2 with not much hope of winning anything for 1997. But no one minded – we readily admitted to being a drinking team with a soccer problem.
What no one told us was Northbridge should have been graded in Division 1 or 2. The team ended up in Division 5 only because they were late in registering the team and the higher divisions were already full.
Needless to say, from the get-go, MacU was behind the 8 ball. We were hungover, heading towards the hangover, or still drunk, and not much use to anyone and really shouldn’t have been on the field at all. Northbridge took advantage of the situation and potted 13 goals in the first half.
What none of us knew at the time was that little thing called a Mercy Rule. If we’d known, we would have called for it. But those of us who weren’t dying from dehydration or suffering from painful injuries bravely took to the field again for the second half, where our defence was continuously punished by the opposition.
Final score: 23-0 (the ref officially stopped counting at 18-0). Injury list: ankle (me – out 6 week), groin (striker – out 4 weeks), wrist (keeper – out 3 weeks), hamstring (full back – out 3 weeks).
Mood: Cruising Along
The weather has been so bad in the past few weeks that all thoughts of completing any form of exercise have been replaced by how many bowls of noodles I can eat in a week.
As everyone knows (or at least suspects), you pack on the pounds during winter, which has all but officially commenced in Sydney. I know I tend to eat more in winter because it makes me feel warmer to have a full belly, and looking at myself in the mirror, I really don’t need to eat as much as I do, doing as little exercise as I do.
I know I really should incorporate more exercise into my life. I had a gym membership which I paid for but used very rarely (then again, the membership was with Fitne$$ Fir$t and they were more interested in taking my money than making their gyms nice places to visit). I have a pool and a gym in my apartment building, with lovely new gym equipment, which I helped to pay for through my strata levies and have yet to test. And I have a bicycle with all the bells and whistles, which last saw the light of day about 12 months ago.
So, with so much available to me, why am I not getting out there and doing more exercise?
For the past 10 years, my interest in keeping fit and maintaining an exercise regime has gradually waned to the now non-existent status. I was once very fit – not that you would ever think it by looking at me today. In high school, I cycled everywhere, walked everywhere, and hit the tennis ball against the back wall of my house for hours on end. After high school, when I discovered the joys of clubbing, I danced the night away at least twice a week. And for a time, when I worked in a bakery, I was regularly lifting baskets of bread that weighed more than 10kg with great ease.
At 22, I dated someone who trained body builders and under his tutelage, I was honed and toned, with good muscle definition and abs to die for (without looking like a roid freak). For the next few years, I kept up my regime and remained quite fit and toned.
Sometime around my 26th birthday, I stopped working out as much as I used to and my body started to round out. And it hasn’t stopped rounding out since.
Most of my recent attempts at getting fitter have been half-hearted at best, and I know I really should make more of an effort. Even my doctor is despairing at the lack of exercise in my life – he’s told me in no uncertain terms that I need to lose weight and do more exercise.
I think I’m finally at the point where I have to force myself to incorporate some form of exercise into my daily routine. Over the weekend, I tried on clothes that 12 months ago would have fit me, which was rather depressing. I’ve noticed other things too – my noodle belly is protruding more prominently, and my calves are fatter than ever. And I’m puffed out after running the shortest of distances.
This weekend, weather permitting, I’m going to do something healthy. Well, it wasn’t my idea, but I’ll go along with it. J wants to walk into the city, something he use to do and has been wanting to do for a few weeks now. I’m going to tag along with my camera, as I think there will be some great photo opportunities while I’m doing my bit to get a bit of healthiness into my system. Fingers crossed for good weather!
Having just finished a massive bowl of phở, I should really go for that walk right now!