My Red Bean Day

Wild... STRAWBERRIES!

Josh and I just came back from the city centre with a brand new copy of Pnau's latest masterpiece. It's blasting happily on our speakers now. WOOO!!
Pnau were one of my absolute favourite acts at Big Day Out. The joy of jumping around, crazily dancing and screaming my heart out to them is all coming back!!!

I love I love

Today I had something I haven't eaten in months. A RED BEAN BUN!
It was so scrumptious! Thank you Hongky style bakery! They also had those things I'd never eat but very much enjoy grimacing at, pork floss buns! and weird looking hot dog/sweaty cheese rolls. ewwwwwwww

Then just as I finished my red bean love affaire an Indian restaurant was at my side. I am now the proud owner of a mixture of curry and rice and a samosa. The latter is now on it's way to becoming something void of nutrient and I assume yummy taste too.
Nearly the best part of this curry mouth party is that it came with a plastic spork! How good is that?! I haven't seen a spork in ages.

Pirate's are back!

My mate's Danny and Greg, criminally known as the band, Seven Seas, are starting to gig again. Way to go you losers! You better be famous and have taken Vancouver under your pirate sails by the time I get there.

I've been working a lot more lately, leaving me pretty tuckered out for evening activities. But, I did manage to go to a masquerade party on Saturday night. My friend La-Ra invited me...even though she wouldn't be there till later. I wandered in at I guess an early time and met one of her friends Pia from Chile and a couple of her friends. I got along really well with one of them...I asked her name twice but forgot immediately, so sorted to my usual greeting, 'HEY!!' Anywho, I had an amazing time! The next day at work, however, was not so great. It was so busy! I went nine hours straight without a moments rest...so busy. I ended up hurrily washing dishes for the final two hours before gorging myself on nachos and slowly making my way home with a big slurpee in my hand...mmm cold!

Now I'm sitting here in my towel, eating curry and waiting for the final touches of sunlight on my boxers before I squirm into them. Then! I'm off to work for my first night shift. I'm going to blank out at the till I just know it! Smipsy's voice is in my head. Merry-go-round happiness!

bye!!!!!
see you sooooon darling

bebs

bed sheet ghost party!

uber busy work! It was not stop running about, pouring pots, making coffee, serving, mistaking and FUUUUN!
Hamish the Indian fella in the kitchen made me a fabulous rice dish today. We're both veggo and he was making some for himself, so he made extra. What a nice fella! It was so freaking tasty but it took me over an hour to finish because of constant orders. The till crashed last night, thus resorting to it's old self, the old menu and old prices. Kira spent the day reinputing everything on our extensive menu. Because she was occupying the till I had to hand write all the orders for the kitchen and attempt to remember who ordered what drinks during the busiest lunch we've had in over a week. Making two mistakes I forgot to ring up a glass of wine, but the lady who ordered it was honest and came in to correct her bill. The other resulted in two extra open steak sandwiches. Kira, funnily enough, put Josh to work at the counter, listing all alcoholic beverages he had...she's hillarious. So, Josh being there, looking pretty, he received one free steak sango and the other went to the kitchen. After what felt like my longest shift yet, I was fricking elated to sit down, finish my cold rice dish (thanks hamish! it was soooo gooood) and have a pitcher (jug) of beautiful Coopers Pale.

Okay it's been a few hours since I started writing that last bit. I've been bited my mozzies twice on my left foot, on both hands and my right elbow. Frick!

I got to talk to my LOVELY DARLING! But I was pretty boring, being stupidly tired and thought I had to cut our time short to either help make dinner or buy dinner as I previously offered. But! The two, were shooting lines back and forth, having an argument that didn't need to happen. I'm really impressed how little those two squabble. I'm constantly taking hints from them...
anywho, two hours of sitting around doing fuck all left me hungry. So, I made myself a weird mix of fried rice, red pepper, potato and garlic. Yeah I know, gross. But it was soo goood! Their out having dinner now. I would have greatly preferred a coffee and an absurdly long conversation with mau bau. Ngoh gwa jew lei mau bau. stupid not being able to tell the future!
It's nearly ten o'clock......I'm ready for bed....sooooon!
Mau Bau is coming to stay at the month's end! I'm going to save!!!

okay, I was going to say other things but I'm pooped.

night darling:)
I wish I could control my own dreams
love
bebs

chopsticks

It can happen so quickly, strings rusting with neglect, brushes dried without perpose. I haven't been playing or painting for over a week. Upstairs I picked up my guitar and started playing a riff, singing a few words but nothing clicked. Aside from a few brushes which are just acceptable, I need to do some serious shopping before dabbling with colours again. I may go out to buy some nice pencil crayons today, to prepare for my next tattoo. I love tattoo's and since my first five years ago I've been working on more and more illustrations. I'm happy I haven't rushed the process. I've met and know of a few people who upon discovering their love of body art, quickly covered themselves. Now, there's barely a spot left where new idea's could happily live. After a coffee and pint at my work yesterday morning, Josh and I visited the local tattoo shop, caroused through pictures of each artist's work and talked about prices. I was hoping to get something done late next month, but they're booked fully 'til late April or May. Good news for my credit card anyway. I'm just starting to save so I can pay off a big chunk of it. It's going to take a while! haha

A Sydney artist named, Fergus Brown just popped on the radio. I didn't hear the name of the tune but it was pretty captivating. Now I'm stuck trying to remember the name of a band I was obsessed with but have completly forgotten about since the death of my iriver.

Today's my second day off. I'm not used to having the house to myself. I really don't know what to do...i'm bored. I haven't felt bored in a long time. Back to work tomorrow though, so I should make use of today...be proactive and all that jazz.

I miss Hong Kong's packed streets. There wasn't any time to feel bored. There was always something to do, friends to hang out with.

ngoh gwa jew mau bau.
ngoh ho gwa jew lei.

monday giraffe race supreme!

Kui sik gau bau.
Ngoh sik mau bau.

ho yah!

fuzzled

I was planning on sleep but how could I possibly achieve such a feat without being a creep and adoring my darlings new photo's. So precious they are. I miss mau bau very much. She's so adorable.

Thank you darling for all your kind words:)

I've been reduced to gurgling and thoughts of my love.

this is all I can accomplish tonight.
my big sleepy smile is for you

bebby

curtailing curtains and words of affection

Curtains rise on a scene. There's a long, white bar, a supposed bartender stands behind a till. A customer waits patiently on it's opposite side, having only just handed ninety dollars to the, once again, supposed bartender.
Begin!

I completly zoned out at work today, thinking of mau bau, whilst unfortunately poised at the till, with some fella's money in my hand. He interpreted my lost face and statue form as an inability to calculate his required change. Which, when I regretfully came to, I was very much incapable of performing the operation required of me. Luckily, he just laughed a lot telling me the correct amount. Being in no position to know what the hell was going on, I trusted his words and promptly handed the amount over to him. Well, nearly so... $16.60 was the destined amount. The sixteen dollars I could handle but the three twenty cent coins were in a whole other arena of higher understanding. Sixteen dollars, plus three fifty cent coins, "There you are. Sorry about that. I had a moment of relapse there." For some alien reason this fella standing across the till from me did not go away. In fact, he not only failed to go away, but was somehow under the unlawful impression that something else was funny enough to continue being exactly where he was. He chose to express this newly discovered source of humour in the form of laugher, which somehow transformed, but not entirely so, into the words, "Been in the country long?" accompanied with a forward moving hand, in which three fifty cent coins lived. The source had been discovered, rather, finally understood by mau bau distracted ole me. The curtains fell at my toes with the sound of two men chuckling. One, a dazed bartender, managing through a smile, to announce, "Actually, I have.".


Such is a moment in the life of a love filled artist.

fin

I have been day dreaming a lot about mau bau. It's so lovely.
I'm going to play CSS. I'll be right back.

That's better. Triple J, the radio station I usually listen to, started playing some atrocity, which through the graces of money and dozens of ass shaking, scantily clad women, each one looking nearly identical to their ass shaking peers, has escaped the aural refuse bin where it belongs. The need for CSS was immediate. Ho yah!

It smells like something's burning. I was just in the kitchen, noting the 'offness' of everything in it. So, it must be a neighbour's epicurian delights or my brain about to go loopy loopy love. I think that's a song title from the kiwi band, The Brunettes. They'll be playing part of the Laneway festival in a couple of weeks, along with Feist, The Stars, Broken Social Scene presents, Kevin Drew and lots of other worthy listens. I bought tickets for Steph, Josh and meeeeeeeeeeeeee ages ago, because it sells out so quickly.

What a good line from CSS, "Let's make love and listen to Death From Above."
Hey! if you like the band, Death From Above, you should check out, Kill Hannah. I've only managed to collect two of their tracks, both unlabeled, both awesome.

I feel so freaking honoured for mau bau to mention me in her blog:) wooooo! We're going to either constantly be insane together or adhere to a strict schedual of who's turn it is to be nutty butter, and who must reluctantly remain relatively composed for the outside world. If such a schedual must exist, I hope it comes in the form of pumpkin pie and vanilla icecream. This, I really hope is my first meal when I return to Canada. Plus, a giant pint of Alexander Keiths India Pale Ale. Not once has I seen it available during all my global traversing.

Fuck Yeah! It just starting pissing it down. Now I'm all wet after putting out the kiddy pool and two "specially crafted" styrofoam rain catching boxes. ho yah ho yah

These are my ideal breakup lyrics,

"So if someday we get to meet again,
In a car crash, plane wreak, or terrorist attempt
Or maybe next Thursday night,
Don't bother saying, 'hi'.
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude, woo-hoo!
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude, woo-hoo!
I'll be rude, I'll be rude, I'll be rude, woo-hoo!
Only with you! Only with you!

I really do love the sounds of CSS.

picture time everyone! be right back!
For today's images I went for the lighting that best shows my comfortable, quietly joyous disposition.

take care all

yours truly
bebs

lets play fair trade

It's good to be happy. So obvious!

Well, I'm very very happy...extrodinarily so.

Work today was great. I'm feeling stupidly out of it now. Mau Bau is the reason....
Ho yah! Indian tonight. I did most of the prep but Josh is the true kitchen warrior. He decided on a rogan josh sauce and a melody of friendly veg.
ngoh seung sik mau bau.
ngoh wuih sik man bau! so soon. mwah ha ha.

Steph is chillin on the sofa taking sequents out of a dress she bought in Ireland. It looks way better now. Josh is cooking with a frenzy. I think my mum is working at her new job today at a book shop! So cool. My Pop's is probably working at the pub today. Here I am feeling pretty in black, checking out shoes online. My sis put me on to a fair trade brand called, No Sweat. They make a range of stuff but I'm only interested in shoes right now. All the running around I need to do at the cafe is leaving me with tender toes. Just as they should, my shoes are old with holes in their bums, their soles beginning to flap about and if it weren't for my wearing socks, my pinky toes would easily poke through. This is why I wear my orange socks a lot, so the holes are less noticable. Soon you shall perish my red shoe love afair.

I'm adding two fair trade sites to my, pony motion sickness, links section now. Have a look!

smipsy ho dut yee ah. ngoh gwa jui lei:)
hungry!

love
gau bau bebs

rain yuh huh

quick the martians are coming!

hide the children!

uncage the birds!

I've been drinking champagne with Josh. I really freaking love how much aussie's drink bubbles. I'm celebrating the fact that I went for training today for WSPA and then tonight called up my team leader and quit! wooo I've never done that before. Though the perks would have been higher with WSPA, I'm already working at Wild Oscar's, where everyone has been so kind to me! I can drink! and more importantly I can use my developing bar tending skills during future travels. Very valuable they are indeed.

blast! I was just about to type that it's raining, thus I must run off to bed to fall asleep to the sky's most precious lullaby but it has stopped! damn you sky pee!

I had the dizzy pleasure of talking to my gorgeous twin today. I was very excited and kept biting my nails...a habit I've only very recently managed to break. so worth it though of course! I was a bit reserved though after working two jobs today and knowing that my sis and josh could hear my every word. In an effort to conceal my kooky, flirtatious words for her, I hid in the bathtub, pretending to run in the air and let the shower head drip on me. It was truely perfect. Thank you smipsy:)

Mum! if you're reading.... yes, she's asian, she's crazy and an artist! I hope you don't mind having insane, moody grandchildren. More insane and moody I mean, than your own BEAUTIFUL AND HIGHLY TALENTED offspring. I'm referring to steph and carrie of course:) Not I, who has somehow grown taller than my creators, yet still retains the psychological humour of a ten year old skunk in a bag of walrus'.

what am I going on about?
oh yeah...rain! come back you sky juice of love! I put the pool (little kiddie pool nat bought for our superb pool party) and two styrofoam boxes out to catch the rain. Last time, we collected enough to water our little, cute herbs for two days. SOOO GOOOD! especially when Australia is having it's worst drought in ages.

stupid sham-pag-na flute is dry. As any good artist knows, when at the risk of sobriety all endevours of creative ambition must close. So, I say farewell. You have my love and admiration always.

I do miss you.
creeeeeepy bebbie

sorry no picture 'til tomorrow. I'm pooped!
xoxo


It's raining again!
woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

round trip nostalgia

Trip One,

My Hong Kong, my tai wai. My role as an artist is to allow others to see how I interpret everything. This painting is for my years in hong kong and my favourite home there, in tai wai. From my bedroom window were mountains. I climbed them nearly every week. Under the mountains are the scores of apartment buildings, scenery and beside....balloons! My neighbour used to bring me a lot of balloons. Some were heart shaped, some looked like birds! Her name is Appple. She spells it with three 'p's. Thank you best neighbour ever.

Trip Two,

I found a new word! It wasn't hard of course...untill I tried to read it aloud and promptly was sitting back in my desk at St. Mary's elementary school.


"pulchritudinous"

Can you guess what it means? It's for my twin... though it fails to illuminate her.


umm...let's find a picture! Come now, I'll hold your hand if you're scared.

What?! "Crayon" means to depict. I looked it up because of the elementary school mention. I had a great childhood. I've had a great life:)! It's odd when words become hijacked and transform, especially from verb to noun, like crayon.


see ya friendly faces!
bebs

Garbage bag super ninja

In the manga I'm obsessed with (I very much am in love with Bleach) there's a funny little character with a lisp. Now, I wonder if there's anyone with a lisp out there who can't say their own name, like Sara, Steven and such. What a cruel world! I think I'd have to change to something short and easy, like John, Bill or Bob. Yup.

Yesterday morning, I woke up just after seven not feeling too great. No, that's not it. I felt good. I still felt a bit drunk when I woke up, showered went to work and then CRASH! Setting up was a struggle indeed!

Saturday was meant to be a fairly quiet night. I harboured no secret longing for drunken shinanagans. But, somehow I ended up wearing a garbage bag tube top and a garbage bag skirt. There were other garbage bag people too...and music....and possibly five or six jager bombs in me along with beh tzou galore.

Somehow My body was able to disregard all of the abuse it welcomed Saturday night, until I finished work in the afternoon. Then, I really crashed. Oh boy did I ever.

That was yesterday. Today's start is far brighter, crafted from a good night's rest and soon to be spaghetti on toast.

Tonight, we're doing Mediterranian.

Humus!
Baba Ganoush!
Falafel!
Pita!

These words are hot sex to my ears. haha, I stole that visual from Rob, who's msn name I noticed is, "wasabi is like hot sex in my nose". Thanks dude.

Smipsy and I had a happy, long msn session last night. It was a gloriously hyper-active display of wit and bizarre twin affection.


oooo spaghetti on toast is sooo nearly here! ho geen ho geen

ming mm ming ah?

I'm working on two new songs at the moment. One is reminding me a lot of an interpol/beta band mix. When I practice I can hear the bass and drums in my head. The other song I'm using a little mix of spanish minor notes with surf strumming. It's starting to sound a bit like a lullaby for koala's.

That's all for now in this head o' mine:)
I may add more later.
PICTURE TIME!

bebs

"Out of gas and lost in space."

Woah, I just left way to long of a comment on smipsy's blog. Ah well, I'm sure she'll love it.
So! What's new?

I gorged myself on nacho's after work today. I'm so full!
Yesterday, was my first pay day from Wild Oscar's. Everything is going so well. Dean the owner gave me a key a couple of days ago...oooo responsibility.
Now, since I got paid I finally have some cash to liberate my head and get a hair cut. I went to Dr. Follicals, around the corner from my flat. It's a hair dressers/record shop. They play awesome music and give you a free bottle of cooper's (mmm... beer) with your head choppin. The gal who cut my hair was extremely attractive as well, which is always nice. Eye candy!!! As with nearly every single other member of staff she had a lot of tattoo's full of colour and good taste.

Recap!
Great tunes.
Eye candy.
Free Coopers.
Cheap cut.
Lightened mop.
On my way home from work.

yes, these are all good things. I wish I had Mountain goats to listen to now. I need to buy some of their stuff. They have a new album out now, I think.

I broke my phone last night. For forty seconds or so I was starting to feel a thundering mood spreading, but then I just starting laughing. This time I'll just buy a cheap phone. No more of this expensive business. Actually, it still works. But the screen is completely fucked. It's one way all the way. The most inconvieniant part about the screen being broken has nothing to do with not being able to call or text anyone. It's the alarm clock I want! Plus I'm trying to save money to pay off a large chunk of my credit card. Blahblah boring...


I want to live in China. I want to live in India. I don't want to leave Australia. Stupid problem.
Oh! After I got my hair cut I went to the bottle shop for a six of coopers. Somewhere within that fifty feet I lost a fifty dollar note which was to be my allowance for the week. Fuck. haha I had enough for beer! so good.

Once I pay off some of my debt I'm going to take some Japanese or possibly Mandarin night classes. There are plenty of places in Melbourne where I could do this. The problem is choice. My Cantonese I've noticed is quickly disapearing. Where I lived in Hong Kong there weren't any other western faces around, save for my flatmate/hetero life mate, Rob. This meant that any time I went to the local restaurant, super market or really anywhere at all in Tai Wai I'd have to speak Cantonese. I loved it! The restaurant near my flat, which I frequented often, the staff always laughed when I ordered, tsim yu dow fu and dung ga feh. An amazing tofu dish and super sweet n' strong iced coffee. mmmm.

It's Friday! Are you in love? now I want to listen to The Cure. I think I will. Elvis Costello is reining supreme through the flat now. Good work Elvis.

The end.
Hello Coopers. Goodbye blog!
Today's picture was taken by me, as they all are, when I was in Yang Shou last year. My favourite place in China.

cheers!
burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrennnnnndaaaan