Month: April 2013

New ways

Wow. Really.

There are so far many different things in Canada or, I guess, different ways of doing things. Im sick and only now do I know who the medical clinics work here. As a tourist, I cant go to just any doctor but I must visit a walk in. Which means that I cant make an appointment and I just have to walk in and see where I would be on the list.

In Australia, ive always called in the morning, rocked up at my time and waited about an hour or two. Thought I couldnt wait at this place.

To make the most of it I chose to stay nearby and go eat instead.  I either go home and find some way of getting back or again or may kill time and do what I wanted to do over here.

How life is different where ever you go.
Whether you chose to assimilate and fit in is the question.

Well when you’re sick,  you don’t really have a choice.  But I’m a fighter.

Though I understand that when you’re caught up in a shit place you get shitty thoughts.  I know I asked for this sickness.  I probably need it to appreciate good health, Australia and won’t take my body for granted.


I’m going to sit here and slowly enjoy my salad.  It’s got to last me an hour so I can kill that much time.  And think of all the things I should be doing,  all the things I’m grateful for and put together a list of things I want to do.

How much are you worth?

I’ve heard over and over again that self worth or the value that you give yourself is in direct correlation to the value you give money. The relationship you have with money is the same as the relationship you have with yourself.

Now I’ve always been ok with money. When I was young, I had “Lucky Money” that I didn’t really need. When I was a teenager, I saved up my “Lucky Money” and really paced it out for the year (going out with friends, taking sticker photos, movies – all social, hardly ever about buying stuff). When I got my first job, my first paycheck I used to buy a pair of khaki pants from Dotti (which then, was an awesome store) that cost $80! When I was in uni, all my money was spent on uni – books, material, whatever I needed to for my education.

When I finished uni and got a real job that’s when it started. I never really knew how much I should be paid. I was always just told what I was going to get paid. My first job was tutoring – $100 a day which wasn’t so bad for a first job. My second job (which ran along side with the tutoring) was customer service at Myer – I think it was $18 – $20+ an hour which then made a few extra bits and pieces.

The first time I had a negotiation about pay, I was struggling to negotiate how much I would get paid. My lecturers had said that the minimum pay I should be getting is between $35 – $40k a year. I didn’t know what that meant. When asked why I was asking for $35 – $40k, I said, “I dunno, my lecturer said so”. They ended up pulling it down to $20k in US dollars with the promise that I would get bonuses, travel, accommodation and food taken care of. That job didn’t last long.

The next time I had a negotiation about pay was for the counselling job I worked in. Then I was still a student so I took the less than administration/reception pay of $20/hr. The bonus was that everytime I ran a course and wrote an assessment, I would be getting paid between $50 to $70 an hour. So I was ok with that. The reality is that on the whole, it didn’t work out. I was making less than people at Myer or Coles.

This wasn’t an issue until recent years when I started to grow up and think like an adult. I didn’t realise how important it was to be paid a proper salary. No actually, it didn’t occur to me how much you got paid was important until i met my boyfriend.


Thought of the day

I watch a lot of tvb and tv. Today’s tv spoke to me of being who you are and loving who you are no matter who you are and where you are.

I actually watched a lot of YouTube,  the draw my life series by some of the greatest YouTube stars.  I’ve watched MyChonny last week.  Today I watched bubzbeauty, My harto and jenna marbles. These women really changed my views on story telling.  Each had a story to tell.  Struggles with acceptance,  loneliness,  sadness, shitty times… even though they are now youtube sensations, life still is the same.

Bubzbeauty had a happy ending – she’s engaged, moved to HK, bought property and has her line of make up brushes.

My harto and jenna marbles had a different story. Jenna marbles in particular.  Her video resonates with me,   especially as she keeps saying she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life and in that moment she wanted to make videos.  Ultimately, she wants to open an animal refuge and I don’t see what is stopping her.

I feel the same way.  Accept,  I don’t know what my passion is anymore. I love being in front of people delivering a message.  I used to love making pretty things but I haven’t done that for a long time.  I love my guitar but that is a hobby.  Would never want to do that for money.

Then I watched “the voice” and there’s one singer who said that she had a few brushes with success but not the big break.  Ive been thinking of that as well.  I’ve made little triumphs but not the big break or a sustainable break yet.  I’m still wondering what the big bang looks like.  I guess that’s the problem.  I’m still confused sometimes.  How do I see the big bang,  the big break.  What do I want.


The True Science of Parallel Universes

Why are parallel universes fascinating?

Imagine having the chance to do something again: to re-choose your decision, to take a different path, to have just done something or said something else. What would the outcome be.

Just the opening 3 seconds in the video below is enough to excite every part of me. It reminds me of the choose-your-own-adventures Goosebumps books that I used to read. What would happen if I went through the door; what would happen if I had chosen to stay put. The great thing about those books is that if you get to an ending that you didn’t like (whether it be boring or whether you end up falling down the cliff), you could always go back to the point of decision and take the other part.

Though in life, it’s not like that.


What’s Your Signature?

I remember completing my Bachelors of Arts (fashion) in 2005 and was walking around our final year exhibition in Prahran (which then seemed so far away) and my lecturer, the awesome Glen Rollason said to me, “You’ve got to find your signature, what makes Karen Luu stand out from the rest, how people will identify that this is a Karen Luu piece”.

I remember walking thinking, I have no idea who Karen Luu is – What makes Karen Luu, Karen Luu and what is my signature? I mean, what is signature? I asked what it meant but I still didn’t get it. To make things worse, my boyfriend then dumped me because he didn’t like Karen Luu. I remember specifically he wrote and said that he enjoyed having a girlfriend but he didn’t like being with Karen Luu.

And that started my journey to understanding who I was.