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Answers for the curious
One of the funny things about having a blog is that you become a journalist who specialises in, well, yourself. The other day, I was thinking that I might like to become a professional journalist. The main problem there, though, is that I don't think I could stomach any more university years without turning into a full-blown anti-establishment hippy. And, in case you need an explanation, the establishment would be the university- down with exams! Anyway, I was thinking that if I became a journalist, I would probably like to become a fashion journalist and cover all of the parades in New York, Milan, London, Paris, and of course, Sydney. But then I realised that, surprise, I already was a journalist of sorts. But the main thing that I wrote about was myself.
I've been trying to think about what I should write about this week, but I couldn't come up with any definite topic. Perhaps I have been a bit too topic-focussed in this blog lately, anyway. So I have decided to free-fall for today.
LIFE
Life's been really weird lately. For example: one day, I hate my job and wonder why on earth I am working nine-to-five at a desk; the next day, I totally love working in the fashion industry and I feel excited and positive and good. Over the past two months or so, my boyfriend and I have had break-up moments so often that I've lost count of them. We are still together, though, which is really nice, because Geoff is such a totally sweet, friendly, supportive boy.
I freak out because life is too busy, and then I feel dreadfully lonely. What's the deal? I think that God is really good, because somehow, I feel quite happy. I read the Bible on the bus to work every morning, and I really look forward to those times of listening to God and being inspired by His love and His Word.
SPLURGE
I picked up my new glasses last night. They look exactly like my old ones, only they are a little more angular, and they have this groovy orangey shade to them. No-one has noticed that I am wearing new specs, though, which is actually quite nice. I also got some new prescription sunglasses, and oh my goodness, do you know how amazing it is to put on sunglasses and actually SEE? It's like magic, I tell ya. Then I went kinda nuts and bought earrings (I have recently rediscovered my earlobes; fancy piercing them at ten years old but never wearing any interesting earrings!) and two skirts. Oops. But I got a total buzz over it, and was so excited that I couldn't sleep!
FAQ'S
And now, dear readers, I will announce my newest blog series: Frequently Asked Questions about Carla Gypsygirl! I would put this as a separate link, but alas, I know not how. And liet the questions begin!
Question 1. Where are you from?
I am asked this question quite frequently, and mostly from complete strangers at the bus stop, supermarket and other public places. Some of my closest friends have never asked me this question, which I actually think is really nice of them. Whenever people used to ask me where I was from, I used to get really, really annoyed and offended. And a small part of me still does. It just feels weird to me to be asked where I'm from, when I've lived in Australia all of my life. But now I can see that it's just a nice question, really, where the person who is asking it is interested in what my cultural background is. Plus, maybe they think that I'm exotic. So: if I'm feeling cheeky, I'll name the suburb I live in. If I'm feeling creative, then I'll say that I was born in a garden in the middle of England, into the fairy realm. But I fell in love with a mortal, Australian man, so unfortunately, I gave over my immortality to spend my life with him. Then we broke up, so now I'm here in the mortal realm, and you know, it isn't really that bad. If I'm using my brain and I realise that the above two responses will probably offend my new potential friend, then I will say this: my mother was born here, and her parents were born in China. My father was born in Indonesia, and his parents were from China. So that makes me Chinese. We speak English at home, which is cool, but sometimes I do wish that I could converse fluently with the yum cha trolley ladies, instead of staring at them vacantly and then in panic. Also, Cassandra from "Wayne's World" spoke Chinese, and she was a total babe. Anyway, the not-speaking-Chinese thing is all of my own fault, because apparently I knew about 200 Chinese words when I was a child, but they all evaporated from my brain somehow. The only words and phrases I know aren't useful, but at least they are comical: apple, dinner-time, brush your teeth, who are you, poo. Plus other food-related words.
Question 2. If you are Chinese, then why do you have an Italian name like Carla?
I used to get lots of nice Italian ladies asking me this question when I worked at Myer. They would read my name tag, and then say my name with that lovely Italian roll of the "r". I think that I would actually like to be Italian, because I love pasta and pizza and gelato, plus I can speak more Italian than Chinese. Also, Shakespeare often set his plays in Italy, which is pretty cool. But the way I got my name actually has nothing to do with Italy. My parents liked the name of the Australian fashion designer Carla Zampatti, and so they kind of named me after her. Which is pretty cool, considering that I am a designer working in the fashion industry. Similarly, my parents named my brother Derrick because at the time, they were addicted to a German television show called "Derrick" about a detective called, well, Derrick.
Any questions of your own, dear reader? Come one, I know you've got some. That comments link is winking at you below... |