yesterday I got TOLD “hey i dont like you blogging about me” from the other half.

he was like ” i dont like the public knowing me personally”…

what the heck was i to say to that… except “too bad”…

of course i respect his wishes, but doesnt mean i’d completely follow through.. all i can say is that I won’t post extremely personal stuff online.. i mean at the end of the day, everything i post about are actually my thoughts and i don’t like putting down exact details of people’s names and their physical traits etc etc..

sure i post about him- but just shit he does that annoys the craziness outta me but i don’t blog the personal details… u know like…

-how he’s thinning out on his head. (see i never mentioned that before).. well until now.. LOL

yeah thats right… serves him right for telling me what i can, can’t write in my own blardy blog.He knew it existed before for the last 2 years and now he wants to restrict what the heck i’m going to say…considering he doesnt visit or read anyway.. and even if it did, am i supposed to really care what he wants? well im supposed to because im his gf right? but that doesnt always mean i’d listen….when did women ever started listening? tell me? and it works both ways to:

kinda like the time i asked him NOT to go to Thailand for his friend’s bucks and he went anyway…and spent a total 8 days with a bunch of jerks. So much for “doing what i asked” and “listening to my wishes”

I mean if i were to go by example, i can sit there with him, his mates and LIE to his face and say “OH no i’m not going to blog about you and your friends” just like the time he sat there with his mate saying “when we’re in Thailand, we won’t go to no PING pong show and there will be no touching of chicks”

LIES!!!!! everything mentioned did happen (not all of it from his doing but they did happen)…

In truth as much as I hated this “boys trip”.. it has become the BEST ammunition to use against someone i.e the bf. when i do something wrong, all i gotta do is.. “hey you remember the time you were that asshole that went to THAILAND for 8 days without me and did exactly what u said u weren’t going to do?” BAHAHAHAHAH

hey, i never said i was nice…

Yes we’re doing a “tea ceremony” but it’s not really a tea ceremony per se.

I come from a large family of alcoholics, there is no tea. The tea is replaced with bourbon/cognac/snake wine (if that existed here).

I only learnt this yesterday whilst shopping with my mum for some tea sets when my mum was like “well we just need to get some nice new cups, small ones that look like shot glasses”  and im like “why? dont we pour tea?”

and the answer is NO..

they pour alcohol -_-” and apparently the aunts (including my mum) pretend to take a sip- just out of respect… however my dad says no MAN would ever pretend to take a shot. HAHAH -just too disgraceful if that was the case.

and then i remembered at my friends wedding they did the same thing… so maybe it’s not just my alcoholic crazy family.

BUT what the hell!?!?!? now that’s one more bottle of alcohol we have to fork out for.

wtf

And so we bought the paint from Bunnings…and now we’re prepping the room to be painted…

This is all i have to say 

“for the love of god, please do not allow your kids to stick anything onto the walls whether it’s with blu tack or using that 3M stuff that apparently can be easily pulled off the walls”

Blu Tack will make you cry as you have to try get everything off and that 3M stuff literally pulls plaster/paint off and leaves marks..

It’s horrible stuff!!

and if your kids are dumb enough to put stickers on… GOD help you when you try to get that shit off your walls without having to smash your head against the wall going “why? why did i let my kid do this”

I was asking myself these questions

“what the fuck was my sister thinking when she decided to stick anything on the walls.

And to make it worse she had repainted her room with a “feature wall” of her and her friends doodling on it. Yes it looks cool but if anyone else wants to use the room (now that she’s gone), it looks a tad stupid.. hence the repainting.

Really, my sister should be the one forking out the costs of the paint and the time associated pulling shit off the walls that she stupidly put up. But she didn’t, and so now I have to do this…

another reason why my sister is annoying… and immature

Thanks for leaving us your rubbish.

I’ve decided to forgo the traditional western white wedding dress and go down the road of the traditional vietnamese wedding dress- the ao dai.

I mean I have to wear one at the tea ceremony anyway and I figured that I could keep wearing it all day if I can. I am afterall Vietnamese and I don’t really see a problem doing this other than the fact that some of my friends are telling me it’s a bit “fob” well FUCK you too. Nothing wrong with my CULTURE or where my people are from. 

At first, i went down this avenue because I wanted to keep the costs down-wedding dresses can balloon to thousands of dollars. I can’t justify spending that kind of money for a dress I’d be wearing ONCE, no matter how great it is. and Yes I know the old argument of “it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, you should spoilt yourself but to me there are many other better ways to spoil myself then spending $8K on a dress.

Then someone sent me a link of a website where wedding dresses could be bought on the cheap such as $100 for the whole kit and kaboodle.I did browse through it but after awhile I got extremely frustrated because I couldn’t work out what style I liked more. And I’ll be damned if I have to go to dress shop to try on hundreds of dresses. I know they’re hard to put on and frustrating when it doesn’t fit or you’re stuck in a gown. 

My partner (and many friends ) have asked me if I had all the money in the world would I still be doing this? where I’d be excluding the white wedding dress altogether. The answer is yes. Seriously, I’ve had my mum and aunts offer to buy me a wedding dress (no matter what costs are) but I’ve turned them down so money isn’t an issue, well it was never an issue to begin with.

In the end, I decided that I’d just stick to the traditional Vietnamese gowns because I wanted to be different. Plus it makes my partner more aware of the culture that he’s marrying into. He’s also going to wear the male version the whole entire day, something that he’s actually looking forward to doing. I forgot to mention my entire bridal party have to do this as well.

It makes my life easy because I don’t have to try to work out what dress I need, what dress my bridesmaid needs and what colour scheme I was working with. 

The colour scheme was dictated to what we could find in material whilst in Vietnam. Yes, we were material shopping for our wedding in June of this year- I know we’re crazy. The only colours that we liked and found were yellows and gold which matched well with my dress colour (which is in the traditional red/gold) and my partners colour which happens to be Blue.

The thing is, I’m happy with my decision because I hate being sheep, I like the fact that we’re doing something different in a world where so much control is exerted by others around you. You know people think weddings are dictated by the bride. Some of it is but a lot of it is pressure coming from either your parents or your in laws. I mean if it weren’t many of us would have forgone the whole tea ceremony considering half the people who engage in this practice don’t even know what the meaning is behind it or what the process is during the tea ceremony.

I want my wedding to be very much my own… and something memorable for me, for my future husband and our guests (to some degree)..

and besides… if it bugged me to no end that there was no white dress.. i can always rent one later or even buy one.. No biggie

There are limited places in Footscray to go have Yum Cha which is odd considering it has such a large Vietnamese community who LOVE yum cha.

The assumption was that we could have just visited Dai Duong (oh how much i dislike that place) but they no longer operate. There are no signs at the front telling you it’s closed. My bet is that the current site is going to make way for more apartment development.

And so, we (being my parents and I) ended up Master Restaurant (shop 184/83  Hopkins St) for some Yum Cha. I didn’t even know they served yum cha until we were standing outside Nhu Lan Bakery and saw a make shift sign that said “Yum Cha Daily”. 

I can honestly say this much…

It was our first and last time we’d ever visit Master restaurant for yum cha. The food was absolutely terrible and the service was lacking (but most yum cha places are).

The carts weren’t being regularly pushed around, for whatever reason the waitresses just left them there at the end of the restaurant (where nobody was sitting) as they were too busy standing at the door greeting customers who were wanting to buy BBQ pork and the like.

When the carts did come around, we found the usual dumpling servings such as Ha Cao- Su Mai to be really soggy and over-steamed (if that’s even possible). I’ve had better dumplings from the pre-made ones that you buy from asian groceries.And the selection of food being carted around was very limited. My dad said the chicken feet was terribly marinated- the sauce was terrible.

I asked for sweet and sour sauce twice- twice it didn’t arrive. We asked for fresh chilli, we got chilli sauce. At least something came out.

Everytime the lady pushed the cart of food around, for whatever reason she had her back to us. When we wanted her attention, it was almost like we were the ones hassling her. It’s ridiculous considering it’s not even a packed restaurant with hundreds of patrons. There were less than 10 tables of people eating. The same lady would squeeze into terrible spots just to show people her platter of dishes and by doing this almost knocked a few patrons across the head. Talk about being unprofessional and stupid.

If I compare this to the array of Yum Cha places out there, this has to be one of the BEST worst ones I’ve ever been to. 

I wouldn’t recommend it unless you’re stuck in Footscray and have no other way to either visit the better ones either in the city or in the eastern suburbs. 

my dad made us drive to the other side of the world just so he could get his $10 haircut.

when asked why he didnt go to my mums regular hairdresser he said he didn’t want to pay $12 PLUS she’s not that great of a hairdresser to cut his hair. but good enough to cut my mum’s (go figure)

My dad has had the same style of hair ever since I could remember. In fact, it’s exactly the same as when he got married to my mother (30 years ago!). 

Apparently  prior to meeting my mum, he had this shaggy-delic hairstyle going-where it was long and wavy… except when he met my mother she REJECTED him because she thought he looked awful with that hair…and so you guessed it, he had it lopped off and I’m guessing he’s stuck with the winning formula ever since.

The last couple of years, my dad’s been colouring his hair (think of reds and browns) because he thought black was boring to hide his white hairs until he found it a nuisance to be colouring every couple of weeks due to regrowth. So now he’s proud to be greying out and makes lame jokes that “everybody wants to be grey hence why everyone is going grey”

You’d think it’s a simple enough task to cut his hair, but in my lifetime I have seen some BAD hair cuts.. one time, he came home looking terribly fobbed out. The hairdresser seriously fucked up and my dad couldnt do nothing about it until it grew out. That hairdresser is on the BANNED list… among others..

These days I’m starting to notice (besides the grey hair), my dad’s starting to do a bit of the comb-over act… where he’s parting more to one side (and making it look like it’s a combover)… sometimes when I’m bored and need a laugh, I point this fact to my dad (and then get chased around the house with a broom) who’s not very enthuastic about it.

At least for the time being, we’re still going to travel out to the other side of the world so he can go to his “favourite” asian hairdresser so he can cut his hair… and….

so he can buy his Sugar cane drink!?!?!?!? O M G … my dad is such a fobster

i remember i was celebrating my 21st birthday not to long ago (well 7 years ago). At my birthday, a friend of mine had their newborn at my party.

And now the child is like in grade 2.

Oh how time flies…

and you know, i was at his birth funnily enough. 

I’ve also seen his baby brother and sister (who’s now turned 3) when they were babies.

and now i feel absolutely old.

not as old as the time my little cousin asked me what it was like living with the dinosaurs. 

I was like “how old do you think i am??? O M G? go ask your parents, i believe your dad is the reason T-Rex is extinct” HAHAHAH

-_-” these kids are going to give me a complex… seriously

Not sure what it was that my bf ate or did but he’s had a massive allergic reaction to something.

I suspect that it was some cheapy face wash that he used whilst he was away but whatever it was, it left him with what looked like some bruising around the eyes and his face to a shade of purple.

When I first saw him I thought he had been assaulted and his face was swelling, my dad thought he had bad makeup on. LOL

nonetheless he is getting better. but who knows what it is that’s affected him so badly…

Today at 5pm… I will officially no longer be an employee of the  ****. 

The company as a whole is a great organization however the “now” department that I work in is a total farce. Originally I worked an individual company but then it got bought out by a larger organization.

The transition hasn’t been great, okay-understatement of the century. It has been the worst transition known to man.  

And now that I can finally say “farewell and FUCK you”.

I’m glad that it’s over because the last year (literally) has been one of the most stressful times I’ve ever encountered. 

So i guess it’s a good thing that I’ve had the month to sit at home and do nothing… basically to recover for the year long nightmare…

in about a weeks time, I’ll be starting my new job. which of course is making me nervous. I have been with the same employer for over 3 years. I knew my shit.

now i have to start from scratch…

how daunting but also how very exciting.

I just hope that my new boss isnt a prick and that he’s mega supportive and understanding.

if i have to go through another crazy asshole, i’m going to seriously look at going on the dole and living off the government pension.