I leave for Vietnam in about a week. To be honest, I've been a bit blase about the whole thing. I knew it was coming up but hadn't put too much thought into it. Yesterday, I started packing and writing some lists and I got a little excited.
This morning whilst standing at the tram stop in the miserable cold and rain I checked the weather in Hanoi... It's currently a sunny 27 degrees and suddenly it hit me. I got so excited that my heart skipped a beat.
The whole tram trip I had a smug grin on my face, knowing that I am only 7 days away from t-shirt weather.
cmx
Monday, September 28, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I’ve done all the dumb things…
I’ve done some really dumb things today. “How dumb?” I hear you say! “How is this different from any other day full of you doing dumb things?” I hear others ask! Well… So dumb I don’t think I can even really explain it here. It’s long winded and would show far too much of my irrational, jealous, insecure side which is just not fit for the internets (or sane people). What has surprised me today was my willingness to put my hand up and say “Hi! I know I fucked up and I am so very sorry. I’ll be in the corner alternating between beating myself up and scoffing my vegan humble pie(s). Come visit me. I’m the one wearing the dunce hat!”
Normally, I would seek justification for my stupid action. I would say “yeah I was kind of wrong but…” and find some thing somewhere in the universe (moon cycles, sleep deprivation, watching twin peaks too close to bedtime) to explain my utter crappiness. It doesn’t necessarily make me feel better, it doesn’t really sort the dumb thing out and I don’t like that I am kinda good at finding these excuses and justifying them…
Today, I just shot my hand straight the in the air and admitted that I was being terrible. And irrational. And out of line. That I was behaving like a twit, but I couldn’t stop (not becuase it felt SO good let me tell you!), and that I was genuinely sorry for it. I am still mortified and terribly embarrassed by my behaviour, and I still wish today had never happened. I plan to go home, make myself a cup of tea and stick my head under my duvet until the morning but I know it’s not the end of the world. I don’t anticipate that things are going to be great for a couple of days, I do however think that they will be okay after I’ve had my fill of pie.
munch munch
cmx
Normally, I would seek justification for my stupid action. I would say “yeah I was kind of wrong but…” and find some thing somewhere in the universe (moon cycles, sleep deprivation, watching twin peaks too close to bedtime) to explain my utter crappiness. It doesn’t necessarily make me feel better, it doesn’t really sort the dumb thing out and I don’t like that I am kinda good at finding these excuses and justifying them…
Today, I just shot my hand straight the in the air and admitted that I was being terrible. And irrational. And out of line. That I was behaving like a twit, but I couldn’t stop (not becuase it felt SO good let me tell you!), and that I was genuinely sorry for it. I am still mortified and terribly embarrassed by my behaviour, and I still wish today had never happened. I plan to go home, make myself a cup of tea and stick my head under my duvet until the morning but I know it’s not the end of the world. I don’t anticipate that things are going to be great for a couple of days, I do however think that they will be okay after I’ve had my fill of pie.
munch munch
cmx
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
cherry balls.
This morning I detected a faint whiff of cherry blossoms on my way to work and when I popped out for a coffee I got hollered at by a bunch of boys in a commodore offering me some kind of ride. Spring is coming my friends… I can feel it in the air and boys can feel it in their loins. Good times ahead!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
feeding the rich
This morning I was talking to a guy I work with about when I used to work at a bar in the city (he worked at the same bar about 3 years before I did). I was fresh eighteen at the time and would work from 3:00pm until 3:00am on Fridays and Saturdays. I’d finish work, have some drinks with my pals and head home on the 6:13am train back to my ma’s house in the hills. I didn’t care about the hours, I didn’t care about the lack of sleep and food I’d endure over those three days and I didn’t care that I looked like a walking corpse come Sunday evening… what worried me the most was the train ride home.
One morning, I was on the train, I’d grabbed a breakfast McValue meal from McDonalds and was reading on the train. I’d only eaten half of my McMuffin, had a nibble on the hash brown and put it all back in the bag next to me in case I got a bit peckish later on. Don’t judge… it’s a long ride to Boronia my friends.
A man in an obviously expensive suit was sitting opposite me. It was quite clear that he had hit the town straight after work and was only now on his way home. His tie was loosened to one side and he still had his briefcase with him. He alternated his drunken stares between me and my half eaten bag of McDonalds for about 3 stops. We pulled into Richmond Station and he lept up, snatched my bag of half eaten McDonalds, laughed maniacally and ran off the train. I sat there in shock for a second and looked out the window to see a man in a suit that would have cost more than a month of my wage chow down on my half chewed hash brown.
Two weeks later I moved to a place in Fitzroy.
One morning, I was on the train, I’d grabbed a breakfast McValue meal from McDonalds and was reading on the train. I’d only eaten half of my McMuffin, had a nibble on the hash brown and put it all back in the bag next to me in case I got a bit peckish later on. Don’t judge… it’s a long ride to Boronia my friends.
A man in an obviously expensive suit was sitting opposite me. It was quite clear that he had hit the town straight after work and was only now on his way home. His tie was loosened to one side and he still had his briefcase with him. He alternated his drunken stares between me and my half eaten bag of McDonalds for about 3 stops. We pulled into Richmond Station and he lept up, snatched my bag of half eaten McDonalds, laughed maniacally and ran off the train. I sat there in shock for a second and looked out the window to see a man in a suit that would have cost more than a month of my wage chow down on my half chewed hash brown.
Two weeks later I moved to a place in Fitzroy.
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