Roses are pink...?

I'm alive

It's 4 thirty in the morning. I really should be sleeping.

Since when have I become so indecisive? So picky about everything! So picky that it took me three fucken hours to choose what the font on my page looks like.

posted by Thao @ 2:38 AM 1 comments

Earfood: Sarah Blasko - Flame Trees
Eating: Nothing
Drinking: Diet Coke
Chatting: No one

It was so strange to watch Little Fish because it was like seeing the world that I'm so accustomed to in a totally different perspective. Cabramatta to me is not ghetto; it's where I feel at home , where I get my 3AM pork rolls and cheese & bacons, where I get awesome food and soak in the hustle and bustle beneath a backdrop of Karaoke vietnamese pop blaring through the shop speakers.

I loved the movie. Hugo Weaving is a legend, his character of the fallen AFL star turned drug-addict was so real, beautiful and moving.

My bella Jenny celebrated her 20th and she looked stunning. She's a reference point to early high school for me - when I look at her, I remember how much we have grown and changed together. Our friendship has always been the point of gravity where the layers of change have grown around. I can't believe we're all turning bloody 20.

More photos on my Flickr site. La Porchetta was the venue. The food was great but the main man (I think he was the boss?) was an arrogant prick. I guess he kinda made up for refusing to turn on the air con (and telling me that it was already on when I requested when it was obviously not) by cutting the cake for us.

It's funny how everything's lumped together under "Chinese". Like when I was young and all the Leb kids teased me about being a "Ching Chong" when they pulled their eyes. And now how people assume Vietnamese don't celebrate the Lunar New year cos we're not Chinese. Well, this year was a profitable one for me compared to previous years I must say. *SNICKER SNICKER*

Apple Tree Bay looked deceptively beautiful in all its misty glory (refer to photographs). By the end of the day, I was left with a severely sunburnt face despite arguing ferociously with Andrew that I NEVER burn. There's a first time for everything.

I have enrolment today. Just finished an assignment. I think it's time for a PORK ROLL! TEEHEE ;D CHUC MUNG NAM MOI!!! [Happy new year in Viet] Or, in Kit's limited-to-foods Vietnamese vocabulary, "CHUC MUNG BANH MI THIT!" [Happy Pork Roll!] LOL

posted by Thao @ 3:12 AM 0 comments

Earfood: Amos Lee - All My Friends
Eating: Nothing
Drinking: Nothing
Chatting: No one

It's almost 5AM and I'm sitting here chucking a blog. I've got uni in less than five hours. I just can't sleep tonight.

I was up at some crazy hour ie. before noon the other day and so I flicked thru the channels and decided to visit childhood telly with some Humphrey B. Bear, you know the one with really short stumpy legs and the huge pot-belly where his doodle should be. Anyway, I thought the show was axed so I was pretty surprised. Perhaps it was a re-run I dunno. But what was freaky was that they've decided to become all TRENDY by playing TECHNO revamps of our beautiful kiddy songs. The chirpy host and B.Bear were dancing to "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", techno style.

I got so disturbed by the quality of kids' shows these days. Like shows targeted at JUST boys or JUST girls such as Girl TV where they were discussing why "Girls are, like, soooo much better than boys!" No wonder you see 5 year olds in trends that I haven't even caught up to or 10 year old boys straying the streets alone and making vulgar sexual passing comments.

So UAC Main Round Offers came around. This year (well technically last, but you know how it is) I applied for yet another transfer LOL and I received my first and only pick: BA in Communication (Journalism)/B Laws @ UTS. I'm fucken STOKED as anything which explains my online presence at this crazy hour. And what's rad is that I don't miss much cos I've done most of the first year Journo subjects anyway :D

Melody pointed out how I've been changing my courses every single year. I'm quite the degree-philanderer aren't I? But I don't believe that time should be a constraint on picking something that's gonna define part of who you are. It's like picking a partner..if you want something long-term you wouldn't go hooking up with some random at a bar and proclaiming the person your long-life soul mate. But I THINK I've bloody landed with what I want to do or what I see myself doing in the future. *FINGERS CROSSED*

It turned 8PM and my Dad drove all the way to the 7/11 to catch the first rounds of the Daily Telegraph. 9PM was when they would be released online. So 9PM rolled in and he still wasn't home.

We got worried because of the wet weather. Kit and I drove out to check on him and saw him walking out with the paper. He had been waiting for the past hour for that damn paper which arrived late.

At first, I flipped to the Full-fee list and I didn't see my name. I felt resigned. Then I realised it was the wrong list after thinking: Hmm, why weren't there any TRAN's in there? So I flicked onto the HECS T's and I couldn't find my goddamn name. Then Kit saw a "TRAN Thao" and we were like YAY!!!...Until I realised the course code didn't match up. So back to me feeling shithouse.

Got home, Kit still wouldn't believe it. So he jumped online. The UAC site was licking its knee as expected. Told Mum I didn't get my offer. Kit went back to the papers. And then he cried: "LOOK! It's you! "TRAN, T.P. and it's your course! It's gotta be you!" I still didn't believe it! Excuuuse me but why the fuck can't they spell my full name? And then Kit jumped right back on the computer and finally the results showed up. It was confirmed.

My Dad came galloping in and I hugged him. That was probably the first time I've hugged my Dad in years. It was brief but I could feel his happiness for me. And to the boy, who never stopped believing in me. <3<3<3 Yeh fuck, I sound like I'm making a speech HAHA

So all in all, today probably countered the very strangely unlucky fiasco which was yesterday where it involved:

1) Me stacking it on the slippery steps of the train despite my brain telling my legs to behave; attracting the unwanted attention of many people on the train who gave me the gasping sound effects to go with the fall ie. "OHHHH!!"; wetting my bum and mud on my legs.
2) Andrew's selective reading of parking signs @ Newtown the other day and getting his car towed coz of the clearway and scoring himself a $177 fine for it. I felt incredibly bad. And then, last but not least;
3) Getting back to Andrew's to find Kit leaving his car lights on, draining his battery. Nothing that was tooo spectacularly unfixable but when it all happens in one day, you know something's not right.

I can't believe I also locked myself in a toilet last week. Good thing the door was short so my head was visible when I called out for Ben to come open the lock for me cos it wasn't budging. He'd just gotten back from Vietnam and brought back nice little souvenirs for me. Even though those metal pimple popping things are quite scary especially when the bag contained about 15 of the fuckers. It has been a strange week or so.

Kit also came back from overseaing in Shanghai/HK and brought me awesome wall hangings and extravagant stories.

I'm getting pasty again. I need a tan. This weather's shitting me...you're wasting my holidays horrible rain!!!!

posted by Thao @ 5:06 AM 0 comments