Amy's little soap box

New soapboxes

amyha — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 00:39:21 +0000

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This page will no longer be updated.

Check out my new Vietnamese Blog here, and English Blog here. See you there, and there!

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Despite Melbourne’s property prices rocketing faster than Apollo shuttles, online doain names seem to be at their cheapest. So in I jumped and got myself a nice little block of “land” with dual occupancy potential, then sub-divided it and whacked on two townhouses. No council permit necessary.

WordPress.org “home package” turned out to be quite easy to build, especially after lots of work with Zen Cart which trained me for this whole open-source shenanigan. Customising is fun but I do miss the community feel of WordPress.com, which is like a body corporate, where certain functions are given but others are restricted. Ah well, time to move out of the nanny flat and find my own space, I reckon.

So well, here we are, my spanking new soapboxes – one for my first language and one for the second. One given, one acquired, both loved equally. Not to be a separatist but I think this way I’ll have more incentive to write, especially in Vietnamese because I’m a little ashamed I don’t write and read it as much, living in Australia and having an English speaking other half and all. And from that, hopefully my translation dream will begin to materialise. One should always hope, hey?

So folks, update your address book / bookmark bar please . And come visit me! I’ve got a new couch, a massive chocolate cupboard, and lots of spare bedrooms.

~htt~

Filed under: Blogs

Shameless self-promotion

amyha — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 00:52:53 +0000

I currently am

- knee-deep in a jaw-droppingly gorgeous stash of hand-sculpted lampwork glass beads from Czech, after many miles travelled, many months waited and many, many, MANY dollars spent. Am mushily in love! A very expensive love at that, though;

- going to be one of two main judges on a popular beading challange, one that I’ve participated in a few times in the past;

- asked to write loads of jewellery tutorials for Australian Beading Magazine in their upcoming October and December issues;

- invited to feature in an Artist Profile in said magazine, which includes *gasp* publishing my photos and bio info. Gosh! My mug in a mag! Not sure whether to be stoked or scared, so am being both.

Anyhoo, all boring work-related boast but can hardly contain myself at the mo. Now to get off my derrière and get those projects done before deadline, then dive head-first into abovementioned lampwork beauties.

WHEEEEE!!!

~nimble fingers~

Filed under: Myself, Style

Language lessons

amyha — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 02:08:38 +0000

Him (tapping at my flat, squat, snub Asian nose): Button! Button! What’s “button” in Vietnamese?

Me (tossing between the Northern and Southern Vietnamese terms, then decided on what I use most): Hột nút.

Him (pronounced it as English words): Hot nut?

Me: Hahaaa! Thanks! That works too. But technically, the ‘o’ in ‘hột’ is like the ‘o’ in ‘hone’, not ‘-aw-‘ like in ‘hot’ or ‘pot’. And the ‘u’ is always ‘-oo-‘ in Vietnamese. So it should be “hot noot”.

Him: Oh, I see. Hot nude?

Me: That’s it. I’m sending you to a proper language school! A non-R-rated one!

~tt~

Filed under: Heart, Language

Old couple

amyha — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 00:15:05 +0000

Him on the couch. Me on the couch. Before you start imagining stuff (!), we were watching TV. Which, as you know, is rarer than blue moons but well, there we were. He was also fixing my laptop and I was knitting a scarf I started 2 years ago. (Yes, by this rate I’ll finish it just in time to use for our future child. The second one.) So I said, do you mind unravelling this wool ball for me as I knit? He said, not a problem, and could you fetch me a cup of chamomile? And I said, ok and I’ll make myself a foot-spa.

And then it hit me. We’ve just fast-tracked our way to retirement! Oh dear!

~tn~

Filed under: Heart

Shell

amyha — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 03:37:51 +0000

My dear body,

Thank you a gazillion times for holding up spectacularly through a massively hectic trip, and then a gruelling work load right after. For not getting sick while I was away (although I know at one point you were very close to it), and only collapsing now that everything is over. (ah choo!) Thank you legs for dragging me around for 10-14 hours a day checking all the sights; and arms for dragging the luggage through 6 cities, 5 flights, 3 train trips, and countless walks on cobble-stones. Thanks ears for hearing, eyes for seeing, tongue for tasting, and brain for making it all happen and not getting lost (too often). You guys make such a wondrous team that I am extremely lucky to possess. I promise to look after you better, feed you healthy(er) food, gain back the 3 kilos of you that I lost, and let you dance & exercise a whole lot more. After all, we’ve got that ski trip in just under 3 months, haven’t we?

I love you so much, you tough little nut!

~htt~

Filed under: Myself, Places

Dust-buster blog post

amyha — Sun, 30 May 2010 12:14:24 +0000

Yes, it has been a while. I was contemplating starting the blog back from where I left off (i.e. before the European adventure), but have decided against it. It’ll never get done that way. So I’m just going to start from here and now, and return to fill in the gap as time goes on.

So. Back home one day and straight to (hard) work the next. Now it’s done and I’m a little lost. Even blogging feels strange. Such indulgence! (I was writing in a real notepad using a real pen on the road. No fancy formatting or photo upload or backspace button, but “back to basic” doodling and smearing ink on fingers was rather fun.) It feels just like the last day of Uni. What to do now? And then you get so overwhelmed with possibilities you don’t know where to start. Well, first thing first: going to rest my overly tired body and start on the books I bought on the trip. Oh yes of course I got books. What else do you think I’d buy?!

Back soon, digital diary.

~return of the t~

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Shelter sorted

amyha — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 02:10:25 +0000

Now that airspace has been cleared over Euroland, I’ve managed to get all my accommodation & train tickets booked. It took much longer than I’d thought – reading reviews, checking maps, comparing cost, daydreaming about how it’ll be over there. (The last bit, I reckon, was the most time-consuming part.) Gosh, at this rate I’ll probably hype myself up so much that the actual trip will feel like an anti-climax, like chi Hoa said. But no matter, it was time well spent, I’ve already learnt a fair bit about the cities just from poring over Google maps and railway operators’ websites until I went cross-eyed. Because had I rushed through the whole selection process, I wouldn’t have nailed a quaint little hostel right on the river bank, smack bang in the middle of Prague! 6 days to wake up to a sight of gothic castles swathed in the morning light. Oh joy of joys! And that’s not it, 5 nights spent in a place 5 minutes to the Sacre Coeur & Moulin Rouge in Paris. Woohoo!

So does it matter that I’ll have to work my little butt off to pay back this massive credit card bill? Does it?

(Rhetorical question, of course.)

~itchy feet~

(Source: http://xkcd.com/726/)

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Mình đã dụ khị ảnh như thế nào

amyha — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 04:19:24 +0000

Bà con bình tĩnh. Mình hổng tính kể chuyện tìn củm tâm lý xã hội, hai đứa quen nhau ra sao, trong hoàn cảnh nào, ai nắm tay ai trước, ai rủ ai đi ăn lần đầu tiên, hay gì gì đâu. Dị lắm. Cái này là dụ dỗ đi chơi. Cơ sự như vầy:

Anh kể lể: Bạn anh cả nhóm rủ nhau tháng 8 này đi New Zealand trượt tuyết cho sướng. Tuyết ở đây vừa ít vừa nhão vừa mau tan, lại vừa mắc tiền. Ở bên đó cả tuần chỉ tốn cỡ 3, 4 ngày bên đây thôi, tính luôn cả tiền vé máy bay.

Mình sáng mắt: Vậy mình đi đi!

Anh trầm ngâm: Nhưng mà năm nay còn bao nhiêu chuyện phải lo…

Mình hùng hổ: Hmm… Thì lo thì lo, đi thì đi. Lo từ giờ tới lúc đi, rồi đi, rồi đi về lại lo tiếp. Lo nó có chạy đi đâu đâu mà anh sợ. Đi có 1 tuần 10 ngày gì thôi mà.

Anh phân vân: Ờ. Thì chỉ tại năm ngoái mình mới đi Mt. Buller rồi.

Mình phân tích: Thì em biết. Nhưng anh nghĩ coi nha, giả dụ mình tính năm sau có em bé. (Giả dụ thôi nghe.) Coi như từ lúc đó tới khi nó 5 tuổi là mình kẹt không tuyết tiếc, trượt triếc gì được đâu.

Anh cương quyết: 3 tuổi thôi! 3 tuổi cho nó học ski được rồi.

Mình bấm đốt ngón tay nói lèo lèo một hơi: Rồi, cứ cho như là 3 tuổi mình đã lôi nó lên núi lạnh ngắt lạnh ngơ, bắt đi học Ski School cho té ầm ầm chơi vậy đi. Nhưng nếu tính có 4 đứa thì tới lúc đứa đầu 3 tuổi, đứa sau mới có 1 tuổi. Rồi tới khi đứa đầu 5 tuổi, đứa sau 3 tuổi, lại thêm đứa nữa 1 tuổi. Rồi đứa 7, đứa 5, đứa 3, đứa 1. Rồi tới khi đứa Út 3 tuổi thì vị chi là 10 năm nữa mình mới đị trượt tuyết lại đươc à nha.

Anh trợn ngược mắt: Trời đất! Thôi vậy mình đi năm nay. Em coi vé đi rồi mình book heng.

Túm lại ngắn gọn là chuyến đi tháng 8 này đã được quyết định như rứa đó. Ai nói phụ nữ thông minh tháo vát biết thu vén vậy mà cũng đúng nghe. Hí hí.

~a&h~

Filed under: Heart, Places, Vietnamese

Lúc phải lo thì hay nghĩ vẩn vơ

amyha — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 23:32:32 +0000

Tuy còn đang ngay ngáy vụ núi lửa Iceland đang ầm ầm ì ì phun xịt loạn xạ, chả biết chuyến bay của mình sẽ ra sao. Nhưng vẫn phải cong đuôi kiếm mua vé xe lửa, vé máy bay, & đặt khách sạn ở bên “bển”. (“Bển” kỳ này là châu Âu.) Tự nhiên chợt nghĩ không biết mấy người đã ở bển rồi thì dòm hoài mấy tòa nhà cổ, đi hoài mấy bảo tàng xưa, chơi lang thang hoài mấy công viên đầy cây đầy hoa, học hoài đủ các thứ tiếng khác nhau, nói chung là có ngàn vạn dịp để v.v. hoài những cái v.v. thì có chán không nhỉ?!?

Hmm… máu ghen tị lại nổi lên đầy người rồi nè. Thôi tập trung đi! Tự an ủi mình là ít ra thì chỉ còn có hai tuần nữa, mình cũng được xí xọn v.v. một số những cái v.v. ấy. Thôi coi như kế hoạch trước 30 tuổi tuy có hơi bị trì trệ một chút xíu, cũng chưa đến nỗi nào lắm. Nước coi mòi vẫn còn để tát.

Cứ phải nhìn đời thấy nửa ly nước đầy như vậy mới được. Heng!

~t2 but one~

Filed under: Places, Vietnamese

Eye-squint

amyha — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 12:53:29 +0000

Dear Mr. Man’s eye-squint,

Thank you for appearing when my boy does his big guffawing laugh. You’re just the cutest sight to see, and never fail to tug at my heart string. I’d like to think I’m the only one who notices you, but frankly, I don’t really care if other people do. You’re still mine, all mine! Hope I get to see you all the time.

Love,

~D.b.~