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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 th
is 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.
I've been thinking about something lately.
Imagine this:
You're on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They're a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. "Flight attendants take your seats now", you hear, the pilot's voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you've just been hit with a football. That's what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.
Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you're remarkably fixed on one vision - your parents. They're sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that's that.
Here's the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven't spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can't you be bothered with anymore? What's the new you like?
Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?
(Working on it...)
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
