nothing special

yes, i would like to apologise for my random babblings and the bad grammer associated with my last blog. i've only had time after work these past couple of days to blog. (security work night, sleep day). it's quarter to 5 on new years eve morning. the sky is nearly lit. i need to sleep.

farout, it’s been ten days since I last had internet. Lets just recap.

Nothing much has really happened, i’ve only remembered a few days:

Lams b’day down at the coast
Getting my car nearly fixed
Going fishing with Paul, Phuc and Ross down at Coolangatta
Joining fitness first.
Christmas shopping out at Chermside
Going dinner at Tiens and cruising
Dota

Lams’ b’day down at the coast.
It was our goal for the night we stayed down at the condor apartments to finish a 3 litre bottle of tequila. Probably among one of the most stupid things we’ve ever attempted. I fell asleep at around 7:30 after trying to keep up with Phuc, taking shots in 3’s. Woke up at around 11 when Ross came by and I stayed back with Kerwin in the apartment while the others went out clubbing. We cleaned all the little bits of peanuts and junk all over the floor and had a good catch up talk, most of it consisting of funny random shit that pop into our minds. Fell asleep after the guys turned up back home, woke up, swam, went home and slept some more.

Getting my car nearly fixed.
I’m finally getting my car fixed. It’s all nearly done ay, overall I reckon I’ll spend about 2 and a half, not happy but just finally got some stuff off my chest at least. It took about 6 – 8 hours for my mechanic to take the engine off. He said it’s probably one of the hardest cars he’s ever worked on. I guess it is pretty damn cramped in there. After getting the heads off, we saw the burnt up, lifted gaskets which was the result of my cylinder valve problems. After taking the heads to be compression tested, radiator to be cleaned out and ordering, purchasing and receiving of parts, it was time to put everything back together. One more day till it can be finally over and done with and I can drive my little maroon beast around once again.


Going fishing with Paul, Phuc and Ross down at Coolangatta
Yeah this was a pretty mean night. We decided we’d go fishing sometime around about 2 or 3 in the arvo and Paullie was keen on driving down. Ross picked me up after getting his new shiny red celica and we decided to drive round to Paullies place to show off Ross’ new ride. Just as we pulled up at Pauls’ driveway, out comes Paul who jumps into Tins brand new s15. Damn, that’s one hot car ay. The boys did what boys did and raced to see who had the quicker car. Knowing that s15’s run stock sr20det motors along with it being probably about 80 kilo’s lighter with Paul and Tin in it, you’d prolly already know who won. We went woolies shopping afterwards to grab some snacks for fishing. You can never have too many snacks for a fishing trip. Picked up Phuccie later on and we were good. I drove down in Paullies astina which is heaps of fun. Getting down to Tweeds we drove around for another hour or so trying to figure out our “secret spot”. We never found it and just decided to fish under some big ass bridge. Biggest catch was Phuccies massive puffer fish which inflated to be the size of a bloody basketball which also pissed on me. Other than that, little bream and what seemed to be, actually to be truthful I wasn’t quite sure, we just caught heaps of them and they looked edible so we took them. A few hours of that, and getting real restless and hungry, it was time to find a place to sit down and cook what we had. Paullie was there so the food he made from pretty much a few packets of noodles, some eggs, prawn bait and a bream was delicious. Phuccie and I slept all the way home while Paullie drove. I think Paullie fell asleep a few times as well.

Joining fitness first
I received a call 10 o’clock some morning telling me that Timmy referred me to fitness first down at Mt Gravatt. Thought I would see how it was so agreed to come and visit after about a half hours talking to one of the fitness first personal trainers. The place is great, heaps of equipment, heaps of facilities (they have a bloody aromatherapy room as well as free body gel when you have a shower) and it’s just a real nice, clean, modern place to work out. I joined and will get bigger (I’m obliged to pay 80 bucks a month whether or not I train). Talk to you more about my progress later.

Christmas shopping out at Chermside.
Yeah this night was pretty cool. I remember my stress levels rising heaps around this day though ay; taking in more problems than I could handle. I think I’ve got to really fix that up in my life ay. To me, it seems when something bad happens, I let all the other bad things build up before I start to sort them all out at once. Too impatient I must say. After having a good talk to Evo , Donald, Lam and Eddy I was back to normal and ready to let everything go for a few hours. We drove over to Chermside and met up with everyone else and had a ball ay. The atmosphere was great, just the rush everyone had to complete their Christmas shopping lists and just how there were so many people pushing and shoving their way through massive crowds. After finishing my shopping, (I thought I would just forget about my money problems for Christmas, knowing that Christmas only comes around once a year) and had a good catch up chat to those who weren’t shopping for their own gifts. I only really remember one thing after the long night. I’m broke but I have presents.

Going dinner at Tiens and cruising
I received an sms from Ross about two hours before he wanted to go eat for Christmas at Tiens. Him and Jimmy were over my place within probably a half an hour after that and we went to wash our cars. After a good 8 bucks at superwash, headed around and picked up Bond and Justine and we were off to Tiens. His restaurant is real nice ay. It’s real trendy stuff ay; got some inspiration for my own place. His menu isn’t too shabby either, offering kangaroo and crocodile though he didn’t recommend the croc. We got mates rates 40 percent off and sat round waiting for Tien to finish. We all then went for a “Ross” cruise cause he wanted to test out his car. It was pretty mean, we drove in a block of a yellow, blue, green and red car. It was pretty much our typical cruise, driving up to mount cootha and then standing around wondering where the hell to go next. Evan and Trung joined us later and we decided to go and grab some more food to eat. Went by Milton Maccas but it made our history books when we saw it the first time ever closed. Decided we would go and place some soccer so Justine dropped by work and took a lost property plastic ball for us, I dropped off Justine and we were kicking a red plastic ball around down under the bridge at kangaroo point. Tien brought out a slingshot from his car and his mate Tommy brought out sparklers. We ended up just shooting each other (Me shooting everyone else) with the slingshot and throwing lit sparklers at each other. Went over to sunnybank afterwards and bought 8 dollar 3 month old sandwiches at 711. Did pretty much the same thing as up at Mt Cootha and after probably 2 hours, we decided to go home. Was a good night, haven’t done anything like that in ages.

Dota
Kerwin plays Dota, Kerwin is nerd.

I hate leaving problems to sort themselves out.

Just give it time…. I don’t have any time.

yep, christmas is over and i've finally got my internet back. found out that the line my net was connected to got ripped apart by a rat. i've got my modem in the middle of the lounge room now, connected to another wall socket. hope you all had a very merry christmas. blogging will start as soon as i come back from donalds piss up tonight. ciao.

something funny i found cruising around the net.

The Five Stages Of Drunkenness And Sobering Up

Drinking


Stage 1 - Clever: This is when you suddenly become an expert on every subject in the known universe. You know you know everything and you want to pass on your knowledge to anyone who will listen. At this stage you are always right. And, of course, the person you are talking to is very wrong. This takes for an interesting argument when both parties are CLEVER.

Stage 2 - Attractive: This is when you realise that you are the most ATTRACTIVE person in the entire bar and that everyone fancies you. You can go up to a perfect stranger knowing that they fancy you and really want to talk to you. Bear in mind that you are still CLEVER, so you can talk to this person about any subject under the sun.

Stage 3 - Rich: This is when you suddenly become the RICHEST person in the room. You can buy drinks for the entire bar because you have a bottomless wallet. You can also make bets at this stage, because of course you are still CLEVER so, naturally, you will always win. Anyway, it doesn't matter how much you bet because you are RICH. You will also buy drinks for everyone that you fancy, in the knowledge that you are clearly the most ATTRACTIVE person present.

Stage 4 - Invincible: You are now ready to pick fights with anyone and everyone, especially those with whom you have been betting or arguing. This is because you are now INVINCIBLE. At this point you can also go up to the partners of the people who you fancy and challenge them to a battle of wits or strength. You have no fear of losing this battle, because as well as being INVINCIBLE you are CLEVER, you're RICH and you're more ATTRACTIVE than them anyway.

Stage 5 - Invisible: This is the final stage of drunkenness. At this point you can do anything, because you are now INVISIBLE. You can dance on a table to impress the people who you fancy because the rest of the people in the room cannot see you. You can also snog the face off them for the same reason. You are also INVISIBLE to the people who want to fight you. You can walk through the street singing at the top of your lungs because no one can see or hear you and because you're still CLEVER you know all the words.

Sobering Up


Stage 1 - Stupid: As you regain consciousness and begin to enjoy the headache, the churning stomach and the cold sweats you realise that you have lost not only several hours of your life but also the ability to concentrate on anything whatsoever. You are now STUPID and will remain so for a minimum of 12 hours.

Stage 2 - Ugly: Never entirely happy with the effects of the bathroom mirror first thing you are horrified to discover that you have now become even UGLIER than you previously thought possible. Not only have you bloodshot eyes and a glorious collection of spots but you are shaking so much that your grandfather probably looks healthier.Unfortunately you are still too STUPID to know better than to try and shave whilst shaking.

Stage 3 - Poor: Having crawled out of bed and got dressed you are about to shamble out the door when you discover that the money that was to last you the week is now missing from your wallet. Being STUPID, you have no idea what happened to it but the traces of curry on your clothes allow the possibility that you might have treated everyone to a takeaway at some point. Alternatively your pocket could have been picked or you might have given the taxi driver a fifty by mistake. Rationalising that you couldn't possibly have been that STUPID and that you would remember being robbed, you come to believe that you were the only one who bought any food or drinks all night and start to loathe all your friends.

Stage 4 - Fragile: As you are now STUPID, UGLY and POOR, your consequently FRAGILE self-esteem plummets. Your already FRAGILE physical condition ensures that you feel liable to shatter if anyone even speaks to you.

Stage 5 - Conspicuous: This is the final stage of sobering up. Unfortunately, everyone can spot this CONSPICUOUS condition and its cause from a great distance. Even worse, they know that they can complete your misery by making fun of you, and that you are too STUPID to retaliate, too FRAGILE to hit them,too POOR to bribe them and too UGLY to hide.

http://www.rupissed.com/5stages.html

yes, as i was saying before my random outburst, i guess yes, i was over-reacting just a little; one thing lead to another and feelings held in and let go at the wrong time. it isn't really as bad as i put it out to be. i guess there is always someone who will listen even if it has to be the man upstairs; he always listens. after my shift yesterday, i've realised that even drunk people will listen to you. maybe drunk people are just better listeners ay, i guess in some way, alcohol does curtain the way you originally feel so maybe they need someone to listen to as well.

hahaha maybe not ay. i'm not quite sure of where i was going with this post cause it's taken me about 3 days to get to here. i think one of my main thoughts i wanted to share at the start of my post was how it just seemed like alot of things fade in the end whether it be good or bad. i think the thing that made me think that was the song shimmer by fuel. listened to it on my shift out at the back gate the other night and just the way the two guitarist performed it made me really listen out to what they were saying ay.

"We're here and now, will we ever be again 'Cause I have found All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade Away again"

maybe a few days back when i was feeling a bit down i probably would of definately agreed with the lyrics, but now, i'm not quite sure. there we go, the emotion of the moment talking again, the technique of thinking of a problem 6 months down the track thing really does work ay. i reckon now that it's safe that my mind isn't caught up with too much, i can really question whether or not these words really mean anything. to an extent, i guess everything fades. life at the moment seems to be fading a little bit but i know for sure that when that good day comes, things will start to glow again. maybe i should just take the lyrics as describing the many ups and downs of life and to never lose hope because the thing that had faded was once before shimmering. no-one remembers the emploded star, only the brightness of it before. hahaha....maybe....

so a new week has begun ay. starting my first shift for this week in a few hours. it hardly feels as bad as people put it out to be ay, "yay *sarcasticly* another week of hard work before the next weekend". I guess worked really did seem like that back at the flower market days with 4:30 starts on a monday morning but i'm really starting to enjoy security ay. well they always do say that work you enjoy isn't really work. other than that, everything else doesn't seem too 100 percent ish.

when i look back and compare my life now with life a few years back, i reckon the old fat would come up to me and ask "what up wif you?". i try not to believe that older people are right when they say enjoy it while your young because when you get older all your going to do is work; become part of the ultimate rat race. i just can't help it ay. i mean, yeah of course everyone has to work hard to live a comfortable life but there just seems to be so much missing at the moment. there seems to be no-one to talk to, no-one who will listen, no-one who can give any advice which will make a difference.....SHIT I'VE GOTTA GET READY FOR WORK AY. HAHAHA. TBC

stop this train - john mayer

No, I'm not colorblind
I know the world is black and white
I try to keep an open mind
But I just can't sleep on this tonight

Stop this train
I want to get off
And go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
I know I can't
But honestly, won't someone stop this train?

Don't know how else to say it
I don't want to see my parents go
One generation's length away
From fighting life out on my own

Stop this train
I want to get off
And go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
I know I can't
But honestly, won't someone stop this train?

So scared of getting older
I'm only good at being young
So I play the numbers game
To find a way to say that life has just begun

Had a talk with my old man
Said "help me understand"
He said "turn sixty-eight
You renegotiate"

"Don't stop this train
Don't for a minute change the place you're in
Don't think I couldn't ever understand
I tried my hand
John, honestly we'll never stop this train"

Once in awhile, when it's good
It'll feel like it should
And they're all still around
And you're still safe and sound
And you don't miss a thing
Till you cry when you're driving away in the dark
Singing

Stop this train
I want to get off
And go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
I know I can't
Cause now I see I will never stop this train

yep, i don't think i'll ever beat how lazy and bored i was today. i could of been out there earning some dosh but after a night like last night, moving wasn't really one of my main priorities ay.

i slept so much today ay, i'm really not sure how though ay. i'm pretty decent at about 7 hours every night but am still tired after about 16 today.

got some news on my car today. looks like i'm going to be ripping my stock kl03/klde engine out and swapping it with a klze. thought well, after the mechanic told me it's going to cost about the same to throw an engine in than fix the bloody valves, i might as well just get the engine ay. it packs an extra 70 or so more horsepower and is made in japan so i might as well anyways then ay.

hey have stopped worrying about the things i can't do anything about anymore. hahaha i bet it's time i stopped whinging and complaining about everything as well. the car can be fixed and money can be made. the pear shape of everything is slowly reshaping. was stoked as when ross and i got an extra shift this week, so i guess an extra hundred or so bucks a week takes a bit of stress away from nearly due monies as well as christmas time nearing.

we ordered pizza today (so much for the getting back into routine thing), and yeah, i think i'm going to stick to what donald told me the other night. having too much of something you really love causes you to slowly stop appreciating why it was so good in the first place. pizza was yuck even though i was hungry as. it just didn't taste the same; i already had pizza three times this week and had had enough to eat. why is it that sharing something or not having enough of something makes you enjoy and cherish it more? i remember fighting over the last piece of pizza over at rickys the other night with about 7 other guys. every bite was simple heaven.

i'm halfway through looking for alibrandi. i'm not sure if i mentioned that i was reading it again. if not, well...i am? yeah, it's still a good read the second time through. i know, i'm not much of a reader or a bright guy who understands and goes hard on english literature but 'looking for alibrandi' has things i can relate to ay. yes, it's through the eyes of an italian sicilian attractive girl and i'm a vietnamese fat guy but just the little things like problems with family, money and friends helps me reflect on how i can make all those problems a bit better in my life.

something real mean i got from reading the book, i think it was at the end of chapter 12, 'is good enough really good enough?' just posing a question, i'm still to think more about it.

anyways, i think i can cross out another goal today. i'm not quite sure if it's on the list but i lost track of the day today. i'm not usually ever like that, i'm always up to date with most stuff due to tv and always checking my phone for the date and stuff but today, i think it was because i slept too much and it stuffed up my head. i really thought it was thursday today ay. yeah yeah, nufin special but i was real relieved as when i found out that i didn't need to work tomorrow. just something i wanted to share.




'howdie dudie, how's your nudie?'

yep, drinking doesn't solve jack. hahaha, my head still hurts and i can feel my brain rip away from my skull. i think i need to keep more hydrated next time i drink, if i ever drink again. hope lam had a real mean b'day. we drank way too much random stuff ay, mixing spirits and beers; farout, jim beam and cola tastes yuck ay.

i'm hungover like hell and still worried about all that's happened and still to happen. my cars' dead, i'm working 2 days a week and in a couple of weeks, money is gonna be a very important topic around the house. why is it that money can take control of so many things. i really don't care too much, i mean, i think it's time i start looking for more work anyway but just so cut on how it makes people change.

it seems as though those who have it, can't live without it and those who don't have it will complain that they have none of it. ohhh, maybe the hangover is just making me grumpy and the junk i've been eatting the past couple of days is trying to fight it's way back into my regular routine again. i aint gonna let it happen ay. hahaha, no more break days, no more treats, getting down to business, and i know it's always harder to walk the walk than talk the talk but i guess we'll just see after some time ay.

more work and no play make ly go something something.

yeah, alot of "unexpected" stuff has happened, too much for me to be happy about but i guess i can't really do anything about it. i'm gonna hopefully drink my sorrows away tonight. maybe not, just have a few with the birthday boy lam. happy b'day mate, hope ya have a real mean one. yeah, i think i gotta have some time to think things over ay. it will be right. time will tell ay.

for some weird instant i somehow became obsessed with balloons. the kid inside me wants to hold onto the balloon but the adult i'm slowly turning into wants me to let it go. why i have this thought, i really don't know, let me just show you how i feel with a few pieces from deviantart.








balloons by ~rumpelwicht
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36407088/?qo=112&q=balloons&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5











mary poppins by ~super-glue
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37032204/?qo=26&q=balloons&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5


















balloon6 by ~otrebla
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44031567/

the last photo hasn't really got anything to do with what i said above i just think its real mean. like how there have been many times where i would of loved for the other person opposite me to turn into a balloon. gently floating in the air, swaying from side to side, carefree. i guess if you were a balloon you would have no choice which i guess could be another interpretation of balloon6. maybe i guess another way to see this photo would be that it'd suck if you were a balloon. you are meant to float and fly and be free from dirty hands or the object in which your tied too. i guess like another member at da described, even though it's still a balloon, it seems as though it's distracted. it's as if it wants to get away from the situation and be set free. haha, maybe it does have something to do with what i said before.

not really a reply but an update on my attempt at goal fifty fourth. although i'm slacking off and not training as much these days, the protein shakes have helped me lose another 2 more kilos. i don't look any different, nor do i feel any different, but i guess the scales do say so. lets see if i can get any close to crossing this goal out ay. i doubt it.

goal no. 11; make it to otago university

completed
was accepted and officially enrolled on the 20th of February 2006.

this goal will probably go down for me as a life changing one. not only did i get to cross out goal number 11, but during my time at otago uni, i also got to cross out a fair few more goals which i never thought i'ld ever have the chance to. being at otago university, away from my family and friends really taught me alot. i learnt how to become more responsible, more independent, appreciate many things from other cultures and most importantly, i learnt more about myself.

studying health sciences first year at otago and living at a small residential hall up on the hill really gave me the university student experience i was looking for. not only did university work make me kick my own ass to sit down and do hard study, it also made me realise that there is definately nothing you can get for free in this world. you gotta work hard, save money, compromise and sacrifice to get where you want.

but i guess, i, like many other people, went down to otago for more the experience than anything else. it was fun. this is what university life should be like. you are responsible for when you wake up, you are responsible for when and what you eat, you are responsible to decide whether or not your are going to catch the shuttle down or walk down for class (sometimes you can't really decide). but the point is, "you" decide what happens. your responsible and there is no-one else who can tell you what to do (unless your being too loud out on the street in which police deal with you).

the people down in dunedin are great. its such a laid back place, i'm really not quite sure why i haven't saved up and gone back down there. people are happy because they too are students and understand how you feel being away from family. but the most important thing i learnt from studying down at otago was how a few bunch of people can make any place just like home. i guess what really defines a home is who you have in there and the memories you share. every "house" has a roof, every "house" has a bathroom, a kitchen and a bedroom. but not every house can be a home. thank you you new zealand boys for making my stay just like home.

leaving otago university made me sad in many ways but i was also in joy knowing that i can take all i've learnt from there and apply it to my life, to assist in better living. it's been a great few months, i hope i've left as much back there as i've taken with me.

http://www.worldaidsday.org/

Take Action Today

Around forty million people are living with HIV throughout the world - and that number increases in every region every day. In the UK alone, more than 60,000 people are living with HIV and more than 7,000 more are diagnosed every year. Ignorance and prejudice are fuelling the spread of a preventable disease.

World AIDS Day, 1 December is an opportunity for people worldwide to unite in the fight against HIV and AIDS. This year, it's up to you, me and us to stop the spread of HIV and end prejudice.
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yes, i know, i'm a day late but didn't get to post till late this morning because of work. yeah, aids is a huge thing ay. truthfully, i've had no experience nor have i known anyone who has had aids but i've read about it and know that it sucks. from young kids who have to live with aids due to their circumstances to adults who have contracted it from unsafe sexual practices, we must come together and hold our hands out for those who need our help. we must educate the world on aids to prevent more cases and help assist for research to find a cure.

stand up because you can. we can make a difference.

i guess some wishes do come true. i remember posting a couple of days back saying that life is good although i need some randomness; something unexpected. a few things which i'ld consisder unexpected to me which has happened in the past few days:

1. getting caught speeding (not proud of).
2. receiving an interstate phonecall from a good mate (thanks justine, made my day).
3. some girl coming up to me and telling me i smell good.
4. seeing an old friend from sunnybank high (real random, she knew my name and i guessed hers and we talked for ages).
5. some person telling me that i'm a pacifist.
6. a designated driver telling me to carry her to her car...(which was strange).

just some random unexpected quotes:

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.
Diane Ackerman

Some people are still unaware that reality contains unparalleled beauties. The fantastic and unexpected, the ever-changing and renewing is nowhere so exemplified as in real life itself.
Berenice Abbott

One should expect that the expected can be prevented, but the unexpected should have been expected.
Norman Ralph Augustine

poor poor dog, great micheal sowa painting.

just something real mean i found.

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yeah, after my last post, i was good for bed. was in my warm bed, wrapped up in my blanket cause the aircon's on full power (it's way too hot without it on these days) and channel surfing when the sweet sweet smell of freshly brewed coffee hits me from the kitchen. my bloody little sis for some reason was practising her milk, i'm still not sure why in particular especially at this time of night but i didn't bother asking after being amazed by her so called coffee art. after grinding, tamping and filtering the coffee and somehow after playing around with the milk rod thingymajig, the little white china cup and it's contents in front of me, resembled something i'ld pay for.

as me being me, i attempted to do it better. i failed and gave up after burning the milk numerous times. gotta practise more once we get some proper milk. trim milk for some reason separates with it's froth too quickly...well so said by my little sis. i learnt a few things tonight. now i really know that i've paid for coffee i thought tasted great because i didn't know better. time to kick my own arse and get myself to research a bit more and start going around and tasting more stuff ay. opening the mind, and letting others shove things into it ay.

i think the thing i really need now is a pilow shoved in my face to make me go to sleep. i guess even then i'm way too drugged up on caffiene that it'll probably keep me awake for my 6 hour shift friday night. feeling good, i'm going to bed.

using google and dictionary.com a pimple is:

pim‧ple  /ˈpɪmpəl/
–noun Pathology
a small, usually inflammatory swelling or elevation of the skin; papule or pustule.
small skin swellings sometimes containing pus

i picked one today.

i'm put off drinking...after standing still, crossed armed at the front of a busy bar, facing towards a never ending line of people waiting for a taxi, i spotted a girl who seemed very strange. she just didn't fit in at all. although she smiled when people looked at her and replied when people talked to her, she seemed alone. standing among the intoxicated, dressed up and so called beautiful, physically attractive people, i started to think about the little curtains pulled across my eyes every single day. why is it that such an attractive young women, can curtain such habits as drinking, and partying all night long and just not care of what life is to do with them? why is it that looks of a person so clearly blinds others perception of their character.

excuse me sir, my name is ly truong and i'm security for this venue.

security work has been great. ever since i became officially not unemployed two days ago working as security at the royal exchange, only a few times has life been better. hahaha. i've finally been able to get back into routine. i can't believe i'm still going for that one hundred and fifty fourth goal, damn, it's the longest i've ever kept to such a routine. having 6 meals, weight training for 2 hours, cardio for an hour and drinking about 3 litres of water everyday. after about a weeks hard work and getting sick of the taste of powdered protein and rabbit food, i've lost a good 2 kilos which im real happy about ay. but other than trying to get fit and working, have also managed to put in a few hours of guitar playing, reading and good hours of catch up sleep. i never thought i would ever say this, but life is getting way too routine! haha, i know, i can't really talk because it's only been a week or so and though it's good to stick to a plan and i'm happy that working and doing my own thing has been able to give me a bit more freedom, i dunno, i just want some more random shit to happen. not like enough random shit already happens at work (drunk people are funny) but just, hmmmm, i dunno, i don't want drama or anything, just something unexpected....i dunno if anyone ever feels they need something unexpected in their life. *something like winning the lotto would be pretty cool*. hahaha.

security work has been pretty alright. i get paid to stand in front of the pub entrance and direct people to the front door and keep track of people leaving the club. the shifts aren't too bad, start at around 8 and finish up at around 2 before hoping over to the regatta and helping out over there. work isn't too bad at all, get to meet a lot of people and build bonds in a team environment. i guess with a job like that, you really need people to have your back.

we had a real mean trial bbq yesterday (saturday). it wasn't really anything planned or anything, donald the little girl just called and said turn up with some meat and drinks. it was pretty mean ay. drove my car into their bloody narrow and steep as driveway and after just listened to maximum bass from my car while eatting real mean meats cooked on donalds new bbq.




i got bored....

unemployed life has officially ceased. i have received my security and crowd control licenses and am comencing pub/ club work tomorrow afternoon at 6 pm. if your in town, hope you come by and say hi (i hope as well that im not the person who has to kick you out) hahahaa. life is slowly getting back on track; the fat is going to straighten up.

i got to experience the feeling of meeting an old friend at an airport just a few days back. the feeling i experienced was quite strange at first, most of what was curiousity. driving by the departure doors of the international brisbane airport, i observed and surveyed attentively to find a person with similar features as my boy i remembered the last day i saw him. upon spotting him standing on the sidewalk and him squinting as to try to recognise the face behind the windscreen of my car i slowly pulled over. as i opened the door and approached him, i quickly analysed him to see whether or not he had changed ever since the last time we met and was concerned for myself wondering if he had thought that same about me. after finally seeing that he hadn't changed a single bit and that it wouldn't really matter anyway if he did, i felt the old memories and good times i had experienced run through all over me. it's hard to describe the feeling ay. i couldn't help but just feel good, just how after such a long period with scarce keeping in contact (guys are like that), it seemed as though the last time i saw my mate was yesterday. while catching up, it seemed as though i was still there over in new zealand and that i hadn't missed anything. it's a great feeeling. hope your doing well karan mate.

ohhh bugger me ay, unemployed life is slowly getting to me ay. it hasn't really got anything to do with the being bored or having nothing to do bit....just, the thought that i'm actually unemployed and have absolutely nothing "useful or productive" to do. well i guess that's not completely true, have been cleaning the shit out of the house and adding bits and pieces to my business plan (that's a lie) but still, i guess little work is still a bit better than no work (just trying to make myself feel better). hmmm, let me recap, i'm still trying to figure out what i've been up to the past couple of weeks ever since my last post. lemme see. in there i've been out over at the physio over in inala a few times. not to offend the physio practitioners or anything but for those who believe that physio is an easy and painless alternative to healing your muscles and joints and stuff, it aint ay. maybe i'm a little girl but i remember walking into the clinic and limping out; it did however get new blood into my ankle and a couple of days later it felt alot better ay. in the few weeks, i've also started working towards my goal one hundred and fifty fourth of getting abs. my days now consist of gym and cardio work as well as eatting shitty rabbit food and alot of protein shakes. p40 is the crap i've got, it tastes like vanilla smoothie and keeps me full for about 4 hours....i'm slowly getting sick of the taste ay, gonna try another flavour next time ay.

i've completed goal number seventy; seeing little sister graduate from high-school when a bunch of us went to brisbane convention centre to resit another state high graduation. i bet seeing the seniors of 06 graduating brought back alot of memories for us, felt pretty nostalgic actually ay. man, had a long think about how one year had already past so quickly and felt as if i hadn't really advanced from where i left off. what have i acheieved ever since leaving my class of 05 seniors? what have i advanced in ever since i wore my state high uniform for the last time? i sat and thought about this hard ay. i guess although i'm still sitting here in my room, unemployed and still staring at a computer, i've had the chance to cross out alot of my goals from the list thats pinned on my bedroom wall.

left australia for a change of scenery as well as atmosphere. met and made new bonds as well as testing existing ones. learnt of new culture, new ways of life, being independent and i guess the most important thing i got from living away from my closest family and friends was learning who i really am.

hahaha i don't feel even half as bad now, i guess being unemployed is only a choice, im just waiting to get my security license so i can work so i guess this is sort of a little break. hmmm i guess i have done a fair bit ever since my last post. on top of starting a new diet, going to physio, seeing my sister graduate and a whole lot of thinking, i somehow managed to fit in going to the movies, going pubbing, fishing, mahjong, countless hours of nintendo, going down the coast and shopping. whoa, unemployed life is great, i think i should put more time on the things i'm going to miss or not be able to do because of work and study. from today and until my unemployed life still exists, ima work towards my goals with a bit more passion and drive. gonna stop being a lazy arse and stop bumming around. ima get off my arse and do something, productive

learning mahjong late night, after a big long day is bloody damn frustrating. after a whole day down the coast, going down to check out ross's possible future sil80, we stopped by lams place for an intense 5 hours (i think it was 5) of mahjong. across the table from me was ricky, the little smart player, using his aggressiveness to his advantage, putting the other 3 players, me included confused and amazed with his signature mahjong cube flick and slapping it down for play. nick, the player to my right was the dirty player. many would be fooled upon such an encounter of this character. as our 10th or so round came by, only the word conservative can be used to describe nick. as quiet as a mouse and moving play onto the next character as quick as a lion, this character's only intention was to build up the tension and let it go just when the time was right. the smell of rotten eggs after the sight of nicks bony arse was a very occasional and dreading sight which affected the other players drastically if any fumes were inhaled. to my left was ross. the boss sitting beside me was a very strange character, or so he led me to believe. the play of the game would slowly be controlled by ross. after every rotation, the time spent waiting for ross to play a hand was slowly increased. the granny player we all agreed at the end was what we'ld call him. i'd have to agree, his tactic worked. the more pissed off we all got, the more mistakes we had made, throwing blocks we had needed to those who were waiting to complete straights or trips. after an exhausting 16 rounds, and still to be completed, the score lies at:

FAT: 6
NICK: 4
RICKY:4
ROSS:3

after taking a 3 year break from taekwondo to concentrate on senior studies, i think its time i got back into it. im not sure why i want to get back into training ay. well i guess theres always the getting into shape and the re-training of skills aspects but there's just this something i want to find again, the thing that changed me when i was training. yeah it's a little confusing ay, it's a bit hard to describe but i dunno, i just feel now that i've stopped training, the taekwondo flame in me has depleted along with morals and beliefs i had learnt. i feel as if there are a few things missing in me. i can see that my discipline and will power has sorta drifted somewhere as well as my can do and try harder attitudes. while training 3 years back, one of the most important words i learnt was respect. all who entered the dojo (it was more an empty school hall) were treated as equals. from aussie to viet, young to old, white belt to black, we all respected one another and shared the one goal of learning to incorporate martial arts into our way of life. we all learnt respect the hard way, only knowing we had done something wrong when the masters foot was up our arse. it was good. when i think about it, most of what i learnt was nailed hard into me during training (literally).

i think it's time to get my belt off the wall and find my lost nails.

MADELEINE PEYROUX
Don't Wait Too Long

You can cry a million tears
You can wait a million years
If you think that time will change your ways
Don't wait to long

When your morning turns to night
Who'll be loving you by candlelight
If you think that time will change your ways
Don't wait to long

Maybe I got a lot to learn
Time can slip away
Sometimes you got to lose it all
Before you find your way

Take a chance, play your part
Make romance, it might brake your heart
But if you think that time will change your ways
Don't wait to long

It may rain, it may shine
Love will age like fine red wine
But if you think that time will change your ways
Don't wait to long

Maybe you and I got a lot to learn
Don't waist another day
Maybe you got to lose it all
Before you find your way

Take a chance, play your part
Make romance, it might brake your heart
But if you think that time will change your ways
Don't wait to long
Don't wait
Hmm... Don't wait

yeah, found this artist while looking around for similar beats as michael buble, jamie cullum and such. although this artist style is a little french orientated, it gets to sound pretty cruisy after ya get used to it ay. if ya like jazzy easy listening stuff, don't go past madeleine peyroux ay.

was looking around the net for some design and theme ideas for my dream coffee shop and found just what i was looking for. i wanted to build something to give an industrial factory type of look and use darker colours such as browns, reds and blacks to give a more modern and cosy feel. i'm not quite sure why this clicked in my head, it just did ay. see if you feel what i feel. probably not ay. enjoy.
a Bedroom by Darienlives
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/40352505/?qo=90&q=a+bedroom&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5

i never really knew how fun soccer could be. played a heap load of soccer today ay. senegal are still the best team in the world, even though i got knocked out in the second round world cup tournament. phuccie the little girl left his 'this is football 2005' at my place (well to be more correct, i accidentally took it out of the case and forgot to tell him) but anyways, yeah, i've been sitting on my fat arse playing games while it should be working. officially on holidays for 2 weeks (not really) but just want to rest up my left foot ya know; injured it at rugby training; jerry collins tackles like a little girl, he didn't even break my leg. hahahaha, (please don't hurt me). hahaha, yeah, i've been real lazy past couple of days ay. not quite sure why but i have a feeling it's the weather ay. the queensland storm season seems to have started a little early this year but i guess we're getting some decent rain ay; we can finally see the dams rise a whole thousanth of a millimetre.

the few things i would change if i had a second chance:
stop procrastinating
stop being lazy
becoming more motivated

damn. i reckon if i can change those three things i would be the man. too bad ay.

john mayers blog entry really got me thinking. what would i do if the man upstairs had given me a second chance.....let me think about it and i'll get back to you.

farout, i've been looking for this clip for i'm not quite sure how long now. it's fat freddy's wandering eye clip. i remember being at my first fat freddy's concert and having them start to perform this song. only the word amazing can be used to describe it ay. people just went crazy. i felt a little left out during the time cause if i had only listened to them once before, i would of been able to join in the big ass sign along. none the less, it was great and if you ever get the chance, go see them if they are coming to your town. it's something different, you won't be dissapointed.

just something i wanted to share....

i'm listening to flashback on the fat freddy's album at the moment and can't help but reminisc about all the good times i had over in new zealand. anyone who has been there would know it's one of the most beautiful places in the world. it's just one of those places where you can be relaxed all the time and not need to care about what others think. that's how i felt anyway, but i think it just had more to do with the people around me. the boys up on the hill ay. it was really strange how they changed me and helped me through my few months studying at otago
university.

i remember my first day sitting in the number 4 room at aquinas college on a bed i had never slept on, being in a weather i've never experienced before (bloody cold), and in a place i've never been to. i was pretty scared to be honest. i had no relatives, i knew nobody and all i could think of were if only i had listened to mum. lol, how more wrong could i have been.

when i remember back during the last few weeks in dunedin, the moments of having 10 or so people squished inside a 1 person room laughing and trying to play guitar to waiting in line to grab a feed to walking down to the local and having a few are some memories which are most special to me. i wish all you boys the best and will definately see you guys some time soon. kia kaha. fat

today i found out how hard it is to cook wedges. well it wasn't anything really hard, it was just, more time consuming than i'd originally thought. i'm still to figure how mum prepares her wedges effortless tasting a million times better than any of my burnt shrivilled up pieces of cardboard look alikes. i guess mine didn't taste "too" bad, i actually tasted my efforts in them, spent about an hour cooking them i did. turning them every 3 minutes for some stupid reason. ohh well, the wedges would of ended up in my stomach anyway, was a good feed.

slide is pretty mean hard ay. we browsing around xanga.com to gather ideas to improve ma blog and came upon an ingenious idea that is slide. it's just a niffy little photo uploader gadget which makes your pictures look cool. you can use it for anything ay; ya website, your blog and even have pictures flying around on your computer in a real cool fashion. check it out.

just something i wanted to share.

damn, last night blogger scared the shit out of me. it wouldn't allow me to post anything due to some server being down. after searching the net for some help i found that people with the same problem had it solved 4 months later. luckily it's all good now. no more trying to convert to wordpress ay.

today was hot. it was just one of those days which your not supposed to do anything, or move at all at that. the weather report showed that brisbane hit 31 degrees today and that it was snowing in canberra, whoa, someone really fucked it up ay. ohh well, i guess that's just the effects of global warming ay, can't wait till we hit summer. today was just boring ay. after letting our brains slowly mush in front of the television for however many hours it was, my sister figured that it would be quite amusing to dress cola up in a singlet and skirt. it was pretty entertaining to see her attempt to dress a 30 kilo rotty crossed with a german shepherd; not that it's a big dog or anything, she's just weak. hahaha. as a big brother, i sat and laughed at her. she managed to get cola dressed after my assistance and we were off; to be entertained by a dog trying to walk in a skirt.

minutes of fun: 5

the blood around my body seems as though it’s all suddenly concentrated in the area of my chest. the thumping of my heart had suddenly increased, my palms feel sweaty, and my stomach feeling as though i’m pregnant and the kids inside are getting really hungry. all i can hear are the muffled voices of the crowd and my conscious screaming at me to calm the fuck down. all i can see is a dense structure composed of pretty much half of the opposition’s team. what to do next is only determined after the referee’s rising of his arm and the blowing of his whistle. the only things going on inside my head are the random jumbled words of success and failure and the questioning upon which will become reality. the chemical signal received by my brain has finally translated itself to that of the noise of a high pitched squeak, passed through the air by auditable waves by the referee’s game whistle. the mud painted oval shaped object can be seen leaving the hands of…..

yeah, i still remember that game in the photo. i think it was against gregory terrace..i'm surprised i even remembered that. probably the biggest hit on me all season. after catching the ball in that photo, i ran it hard and got nailed by i think their tighthead. i had trouble seeing for a while after that. state high rugby was great fun. gives you the opportunity to work and grow with your teammates as well as keeping numbers off the scales.

yeah the photo is pretty dodgy, i haven't got anything better than the photo above from http://www.garylynagh.com/Galleries/gtvbsh3xv/index.htm, proffessional photography (i gotta buy the print to get rid of that writing; stink ay)

it’s hot, the air is humid and the rocking of the boat from consistent harmonic motions of the water waves has finally taken toll on my stomach. the blue canopy appearing above when my eyes part, only just protects my greasy sun creamed body from the blazing sun. dad’s sitting about a ruler’s length from me, exhausted as a result of the weather though very observant on the four rods resting over the side of the boat. when I was young, many an in seasoned tailor or tilapia weekend early morning or nearing dusk day, dad and I would be out either on the boat or sitting on wet morning grass waiting for the fish to bite or more a rather, hoping. Today was the first day i’d been fishing with dad since last years summer holidays when between the two of us we had caught sixteen, kilo plus sized tilapia; the most we had ever caught in one go....

goal no. 161; shave my head

completed
yeah, i was supposed to shave my head for a good cause but woke up one day and decided to just shave it. i guess hair grows back so there will be heaps more other opportunities. shaved it with a bunch of mates for some unknown reason. it's not "really" a complete shave but i guess it will have to do for now till i properly razor it.

goal no. 1; find a job

completed
ever since i wrote this goal, i've worked at three different places. my first real job was over at the bean sprouts factory after grade twelve was finished. the pay wasn't something you would die for but it was a great experience. it was good to work under a great boss and to make new friends.

just something i stumbled upon while searching youtube. john foreman, from one of ma favourite bands, switchfoot, performing the acoustic version of meant to live.

after watching v for vendetta i've finally realised through the movies portrayal of a utopian society ruled by the corrupt and heartless government; that i've made up my mind and will conclude that no matter what it takes, i will find that mask. not really. the movie was heaps buzzy ay. it really does try to make you compare our current world with that of the movie. i'm not quite sure what mood i was in after watching that movie but it put me in a state which questioned many things about our government; well to be more truthful, it was really about how our world leaders dealt with recent world incidents which have occured. when i slowly recollected the past events which occured within our present world, it really did start to resemble those orwellian concepts shown in the movie; the powerfully government controlled media and such which helped to shape the small peoples opinions to those which opposed their own and ideas of being watched and monitored at any particular time also emerged. hmm, just something i wanted to share. it's a good movie.

goal no. 5; go skydiving

completed
redcliffe city skydiving certificate: this is to certify that ly truong has successfully completed a tandem skydive from 14000 ft. over redcliffe, queensland, australia on this the 2nd of July. was a great day lance man, hope ya had a good one.

while snooping around deviant art last night i'm amazed how some people can create gorgeous pieces of art using nothing but the swift manevouring and slight click of a computer mouse. after gathering inspiration from the many insane pieces of magic i gave it ago myself and to my expense i have realised that talent is something you cannot learn, as you can see from my embarrasing attempt of simple writing...it was just not meant to be....

here's a piece i found on devinat art i'ld like to share with you. it's a little scary and out there but i guess that's what makes it great. damn, the more i look at it, the more i like it; enjoy the biting pear of salamanca by artist ursulav:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/29677500/?&q=pear&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5.

haha yeah just to point out and i guess to add salt to my wound in that i have no artistic abilities what so-ever, i wrote the above on my new tablet which although does not assist me in creating insanely hypnotizing art, does however entertain me to use it and scribble mindlessly for hours without wasting any paper or ink. just something i wanted to point out.

just want to wish ma mate justine a real mean 18th birthday. wish ya to have the ability to party all night long and that ya enjoy the new privileges of being 18.

turning the handle of your bedroom door has never taken any effort until your need to shit out last nights dinner comes to the point where there is only a second between having clean underwear or a hand full.

independence means washing your own clothes and having them shrink two sizes smaller in the dryer.

a friend shared a scenario with me one night we were out, to ask of my opinion. would you rather be blind or deaf? when compared; the advantages and disadvantages of each outweigh one another very differently especially when relied on a particular person. i told him i would hate to be blind although after his reply, i now realise that i would rather not see than to be deaf. he explained that one cannot judge when they are deaf; more so, they can only judge the inner beauty of objects as inner is exactly described, none of such physically or tangibly appealing traits, just the beauty from the heart.

mum gave birth to me on the 21st of april 1988 in the womens united hospital of bundaberg. i have one younger sister, a dog named cola and attended acacia ridge primary school graduating with citizenship awards. graduated from brisbane state high school in 2005 with a bunch of life long mates, moved to study in new zealand at the university of otago for 6 months (up on the hill with the new zealand boys) and am currently working. in my spare time i like to kick a ball around with the guys, cruise, talk, surf the net; youtube, play pool, do weights and watch tv. i also really like to chill out listening to a wide range of music as well as trying to play my guitar. one of my favourite movies would have to be amelie, starring the beautiful audrey tautou as it has inspired me to trying to live a fulfilling life full of big and little wonders. my friends inspire and motivate me to do well. an important goal i wish to achive in my life is to give back to those who have helped me become the person i am.

hi my name is ly truong. i'm a vietnamese born australian living in the beautiful place that is brisbane. i'm not quite sure what i'm doing here, but i think it might be just time to start to change my habits and slowly work towards my set goals. what better way to start but on goal number 18 of starting and managing a blog. i guess i can use this to help track my own progress as well ay; it's something to write about at least ay. hope you enjoy this place as well as possibly taking something away from it and using it on your own lives, a big ask but i guess if there's no hope, there's no acheivment ay. cheers. fat

officially started nothing special

hi my name is ly truong. i'm a vietnamese born australian living in the beautiful place that is brisbane. i'm not quite sure what i'm doing here, but i think it might be time to start to change my old habits and slowly work towards my set goals. what better way to start but on goal number 18 of starting and managing a blog. i guess i can use this to help track my own progress as well ay; it's something to write about at least. hope you enjoy this place as well as possibly taking something away from it and using it on your own lives, a big ask but i guess if there's no hope, there's no achievement ay. cheers. fat

mum gave birth to me on the 21st of april 1988 in the womens united hospital of bundaberg. i have one younger sister, a dog named cola and attended acacia ridge primary school graduating with citizenship awards. graduated from brisbane state high school in 2005 with a bunch of life long mates, moved to study in new zealand at the university of otago for 6 months (up on the hill with the new zealand boys) and am currently working. in my spare time i like to kick a ball around with the guys, cruise, talk, surf the net; youtube, play pool, do weights and watch tv. i also really like to chill out listening to a wide range of music as well as trying to play my guitar. one of my favourite movies would have to be amelie, starring the beautiful audrey tautou as it has inspired me to try and live a fulfilling life full of big and little wonders. my friends inspire and motivate me to do well. an important goal i wish to achieve in my life is to give back to those who have helped me become the person i am.

Posted on 26/10/2006