fatvegan

We went to Villawood yesterday. It was good fun. I really like spending time there. Everyone is all bunged in together and too bored I think to be rascist. So there are Indian guys babysitting Vietnamese children, and Albanian fat guys trying to force-feed skinny Cambodian journalists. And everyone is nice and friendly to us.

I brought some Vietnamese food to my Cambodian friends yesterday. They seemed to like it, though they'd already eaten so they didn't eat it while I was there. They said there was a freezer and a microwave inside, so they'd eat it tomorrow. But they kept saying "very thankyou" and they walked to the gate to say goodbye to us, so I think they thought they would enjoy it.

I met a lovely woman called Heather who goes to St Johns, but I've never spoken to before. She works for an international organisation that does micro-finance. She was cool. She told me a about a youth ambassador position in East Timor doing micro-finance projects. It's exactly the sort of stuff I'm going to uni to learn to do. But it's about 3 years too early, and kind of conflict with going to uni at all. It's a bit sad. Probably the East Timorese will be all set by the time I finish uni and there won't be any more work to do. But I guess that's the risk with making that sort of thing your whole purpose. We sorts would probably all be wise to have backup careers just in case we one day accidentily build a fair-dinkum utopia.

All I ever learn from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. Jeff Buckley

I told Heather my idea about making a micro-finance ING Direct thing. At first she didn't understand, but finally decided it was a good idea. I might write a proposal and put it on my site. Or something.