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2016 Storms

The day before 2017, I reflected on the year that’s past, and the word that came to mind was Storms. It was initially quite negative, but sitting here with a hangover in 2017, they were brilliant storms and I have enjoyed most of them. CAREER For the first time in my life I performed a stand up solo show with 50 minutes of content at the Melbourne International Comedy festival. Hives and all, the storms were much needed. TV was a big thing this year too.   SCHOOL For the first time 11 years I went back to school….and damn it… They were brilliant storms. You know in the movies you see big waves and you can’t see in front of you, and then you see the rain disappear and then sun. Magically.   MONEY I left my Community Development job in July after 8 years. I started Ubering. Money will always be hard. Minimalise. TRAVEL I am always so surprised how much travelling I do. California with my mum, and the image of Yosemite National Forest still takes my breath away. MOFO in Tassie were intense stimulation and Palangkaraya slowed down my brain and gave me retrospect of the green world, and how we live in it. LOVE This morning I woke up and looked at my instagram account and saw all the beautiful people who have graced me with their dancing, smiles and laughter. The friends who have held me together when I fell apart, and those you let me fall so I can learn more of myself. Emotionally 2016 was a horrible year, and I will try...

VIDEO – Being Diana does Palangkaraya

  Before starting full time school I decided to indulge in a holiday. Not really a holiday but a resident in the environment focused Palangkaraya. I won’t say much more, but thank you to Frederika and Jayadi for welcoming me to your family. Thank you! They moved to Palangkaraya with their 3 children to start an NGO organisation called Permakultur Kalimantan.  Thank you xx The highlights of the trips – Orangutans – teaching drama workshops with over 150 students and children including an orphanage in the local community. My friends and I donated $110 to the orphanage. Thank you Hanh, Rach and Pauline for your generous support. – Walking in the forest looking for my Tarzan and spending time with my favourite family!! Watch the video – I had...

Atonement

In my show NAKED, I spoke about forgiveness. In the Vietnamese culture, we don’t say the word “Sorry” like Westerners do. When I was growing up and if I did something wrong, I would say SORRY. A word I learnt in school however mum would say, ” you don’t mean it” and “you are using the same word over and over.” So last week, when my dad popped out of nowhere to say, “HELLO, it’s me.” I knew I had already forgiven him. Something happened within me. When I heard he was at mum’s house, I smiled and got excited like a 8 year old child. And I say 8 year old child because it was the last real time I remember my dad, being my dad. So when I saw him, I was okay. My dad did Farked it all up. His neglected his responsibilities as a father. It is okay. It has taken some time to get over it, but it has made my family stronger. Survivors. Couple of days ago I was asked by the guy I am seeing, “Will you forgive me?” and I said, “NO. I will never forgive you.” And it is a lie, as it rolled off my tongue. I want this relationship to work, and I have brought baggage from a previous relationship, my own insecurities, my FOMO, and I know within, if I want this relationship to work…then I need to forgive. Stop the blame game. Start fresh with lessons learnt. It is not the end or be all, but I know that if I do not adjust my own...

Nakkkked in the PAPER

Yes I made it onto the paper, and NAKED. Yes. and on the Front Coverish. Thank to the Leader Newspaper for their years of support. This kind of coverage is to dream of…from Springvale. If you want to get NAKED with go to...

NAKED – Breakups

You think after the 4th relationship I would get used to it by now.   No. It hurts. The first one was a cut, the second was another cut, the third was a deep cut, and the forth…a deeper cut. It hurts. Failure. Hurts. I fall in love too easily. I have too much faith. I cry myself a river. In hindsight this relationship should’ve ended a lot earlier…but I couldn’t do it. I really thought he was the one. If there is such thing any more. He makes me laugh. He adores his mum. He makes me laugh that my head would roll backwards. He loves trees. He doesn’t care what people think about him. He taught me about the world. He taught me there was more to me. He made me see green. His cuddles are epic. I felt his heart. *someone get me a handkerchief* Before I went to the USA, the cut had already plunged into me. I had little cuts throughout this relationship, but I was trying to take it easy. “Dating”. “Let’s see what happens”. “Turned a blind eye”. I didn’t want to believe that I could get hurt again. And it did. Epic implosion in January. FML. But somehow stupid me, I kept going back because I really thought he would change, that I could wait for change to happen, that he would see that I loved him for all his faults and barriers, that he could see that I cared and would support him in anything he did. That was the problem, I cared before he even knew what he needed to...

Hollywood Glamour – NAKED

Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you my friend and photographer – Evie Lynn from www.evielynn.com who took these AMAZING photos of me.  Over the year, I’ve looked at her photos and been envious. Why can’t I do this? In November, I had to find a title for my show, and with help from a friend (thanks Greg) suggested NAKED. Then I thought what is naked? What does it mean? What am I scared of… and I realised I was scared of myself. My own beauty. I know I am a nice and beautiful person inside, but it has taken me a long time to reach here. So fast forward to a booked trip to LA this year, it just seemed right, that at this stage in my life I needed to take care of myself. Feel Beautiful and Sexy everywhere. How do you tell yourself you are beautiful and sexy? I have always felt average. Normal looking. I have improved my style over the years, but I didn’t feel exceptional. I have to say breakups are great for reincarnations. Those times make you look in the mirror with those red eyes and same clothes you wore 2 days in a row and say, “I need to be better than this.” From my first headshot 11 years ago to the woman I am now, I still struggle to look sexy. Why because I have a big smile, and laugh, and once I open my mouth it is joyous and not sexy. Look, wearing Harry Potter glasses, wide hips for a typical Vietnamese girl and no joke...