Listen to the radio
I got an idea from a friend in Sydney who listens to Class 95 online. It’s weird that out of all the Mediacorp stations, this one works on my iBook. The rest work on a format not recognized on Macs.
But the connection is so poor — the music gets cut off every other minute. I wish I could tune into it better.
So now I’m listening to Australian pop rock station Triple J because they have an mp3 stream option that plays through iTunes. How cool is that? Mr. D loves tuning into this station when he has an hour or two at home.
Plus. I’m so psyched to be going to Sydney. I’ve been there every year at least once to visit. It almost feels like home. Of course, all this fondness is born out of having an excellent time every time. But living with a kangaroo has also made me very partial to Australian culture. I don’t get all the jokes but I just love the breezy, cheeky remarks they make on radio.
Mr. D views Singapore as home for him. I guess it’s a reversal for us. We both don’t want to live in our home countries because the rest of the world is just so fascinating. One of the things I enjoy about our relationship is this constant cultural exchange. Before I make this sound like a sociological bore, let’s just leave it at this: it’s fun being different from each other.
Right now, I feel I’m full of contradictions. I have to admit part of the reason why I’m so looking forward to Sydney is to see Mr. D’s family. They’ve kind of become family to me as I’ve got to know them little by little over the years and they are always very warm peeps. I miss my folks but my gut tells me it’s not time to see them yet. Maybe I’m becoming more aussie than the kangaroo….
Alrighty, gotta hit the books again.
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