KEEP IT IN THE PHAMLY

I don't get the flu injection every year. I am totally pro vaccinations but with the flu jab I don't bother because I'm at low risk of exposure. Little Sissy Pham gets them free at work because government and also she crosses paths with the masses every day. I, on the other hand, don't particularly want to pay to be stuck with a needle, and expect my immune system to handle a solo drive to work and a tiny team.

That being said: Betadine Throat Gargle - Little Sissy Pham and I swear by this stuff. As soon as I feel a sore throat coming on, I head straight to the supermarket or pharmacy to stock up on the gargle and the Betadine Lozenges (lemon flavour is my fave). I am rarely exposed to confined public spaces like public transport, so I only get sick if someone in the office is kind enough to share their germs with work. But on those rare occasions I start waking up with a sore throat, my go-to best friend is Betadine Throat Gargle. 1-3 days of gargling usually gets rid of the sore throat.

Recently, I caught a bug from my desk buddy but I hung out with Betadine and bounced back after a few days in bed. In a feverish haze, I accidentally drank 5 ml of the stuff before I remembered it was a gargle and not cough medicine. The good news is I didn't die. The bad news is it tastes bloody awful going down. It burns! It burns!

My desk buddy was very sick for two weeks from the bug, and I got back to life in 3 days (1 day off, and a weekend). Sure, I wasn't 100% and I kept calling 'denim' 'dinner' for a couple of days, but I made it to work, and was somewhat functional and I swear it was thanks to Betadine reigning in the virus that was trying to infect my throat and life. Give it a shot (but don't swallow) next time you feel a sore throat coming on.

When we lived in the council flats, Dad Pham used me as his megaphone. I could be heard from blocks away when I yelled from the balcony so if I was home he'd use me to call my siblings. These days he has a mobile phone to do this, so instead I use my lung capacity to belt out tunes in my car on the commute to work. I don't sing in front of other people normally but I make an exception at red lights where they can probably hear me warbling since I have my windows open (air con dries out my eyeballs - they haven't been the same since laser surgery, but vision = worth it).

I treat myself to car karaoke in the mornings or on long solo drives up or down the Coasts. I sing from the belly - no gentle throat singing for this normally quiet one. I roar for 50-ish minutes to work because I need the extra oxygen to wake me up since I don't do daily coffees like most of my colleagues. Dad is always encouraging me to do breathing exercises every morning - sucking in air to yell at songs each morning is my version of breathing exercises. On the way home I don't sing, I prefer to destress from work by listening to the soothing voices of podcasters discussing true stories of murder, rape and torture.

I have two core playlists - old school (60s-70s) & less old school (90s rap & hip hop to modern pop) - that are always there so the songs come and go as I get bored of singing along or learn the hard way there are some notes that just hurt my throat and ears. Then I'll occasionally go through phases like Beyonce's Lemonade, Disney's Moana soundtrack. I wanted to go through a Dr. Dre 2001 but I really cannot rap - I barely remember lyrics to regular songs with many less words.

Car karaoke, guys - I highly recommend for your morning commute. Would not recommend for public transport though. You may get a punch in the throat if you do.

Believe it or not, despite my bright and colourful wardrobe and matching demeanour, I do think unhappy thoughts sometimes. I keep the dark scary off the Interwebs because there’s enough negativity on here - am I right? Sometimes, I think the happy, positive people in the world probably also have the worst thoughts because if you have the capacity to be extreme in one way, you have it in you to be the opposite extreme too.

There is no hiding when I’ve cried. My eyelids puff up like I’ve had an allergic reaction to life (which I suppose you could say I did), and my eyes become so bloodshot and dry it looks like I haven’t slept in days. The worst cries are when I run out of tears and burst the little blood vessels around my eye socket so I also have little red veins streaking everywhere. No amount of makeup can hide all three side-effects of bawling my eyes out because it changes the physical shape of my eyes, lips and nose - everything gets puffy.

I don’t cry too often. I feel like crying all the time - say, about once every month 4-6 days before I start bleeding - PMS, guys, it’s a bitch. But I only cry every now and then if I’m feeling bummed out about something specific. The trigger can be big or small and the cries accordingly.

My last small cry was after a nice lunch at RSPCA Wacol's Black Cat Cafe when I saw a kitty kat being adopted by a young boy and his mum. I was so darn ecstatic for the cat and her new family I burst into tears on the spot.

My last big cry was after my dating fail with No Fun - it brought on years of self-doubt and feeling unwanted for most of my life. And people often point out what’s wrong with me when it comes to reasons I am single (too intelligent, too weird, etc) and I usually disagree with them (too argumentative) because it's the dating pool that's wrong (too idealistic). I let myself be overwhelmed and weeped every night for nearly two weeks. Sometimes it's good to let it go, Queen Elsa is right.

There's no shame in crying whether it's over sad things or glad things. Everyone needs to let themselves feel their feelings every once in a while. All because society undervalues emotion, does not mean it has no value to us as people. It is good to feel your feelings. It's where art and music and creativity and beauty is born. It's how we relate to one another and make connections. So, dear people, let yourself feel all the things. Don't hold back! ...Unless your feelings are impulses to hurt yourself or others - in which case, please reach out to people at organisations like headspace and beyondblue who can help you process what you're feeling.

I kept handwritten journals from primary school through to university. In the past decade or so I’ve lost the good habit. I rarely sit down without technology - my laptop or my phone, so I decided to digitise my journal and see if that worked. It did. I created a Gmail account that I email every 1-3 days with my latest news, thoughts and meanderings. It mostly acts as a log of my mediocre life, but every now and then it’s good to vent privately about the state of something in my life or the world, or anything really.

Even though I have this blog - which is also like a weblog of my life, I still want to keep a diary of my (im)proper private thoughts because not everyone needs to know I ate breakfast in the courtyard so I could spend quality time with my plants…and the PokéStop next door. Or that I’m constipated from eating potato chips for dinner for half the week. No, really, I am that interesting I want to record every useless thought I have. But I know it’s not for everyone so I'm doing the internet a kindness and keeping a private journal.

The perks of a digital diary means I can easily search for things if I want to recall an event without manually trawling through a dozen thick A4 books to try and find a bit of information. It took me 30 minutes to figure out how old our cat was when the Vet asked her age - a quick Gmail search would have pulled it up in seconds. It’s also handy not traveling with a book. I used to write in my journal a lot when I went on holidays away - the quiet time at night not in my own home was perfect for focussed writing, but that required forethought and packing my diary in the first place. Now I can simply email my diary from my phone any time, anywhere.

For anyone wanting to keep a journal but never quite getting started or if you have a journal and dropped off because you never seem to have time to sit down and write your thoughts, I highly recommend digitising your entries. If you’re on the internet often, it makes sense to email your entries to/from an exclusive address instead of finding time to sit down with a notebook and handwriting the story of your life. You can also attach photos and videos to keep a visual diary of your memories too. I love it.

I never knew why Mum & Dad called each other Herr and Frau until I reconnected with my Long Lost German Cousin recently. I have always known the story of how they met though - Dad told us when we were younger, and the story has come up a lot more in recent years around Mother's Day. I like to call it When Herr met Frau:

Dad Pham met Mum Pham one day at work. They were definitely not an obvious match. They were, in fact, the complete opposite in most ways. Dad is a cheeky bugger who attracts lots of friends, but also rubs them the wrong way because he has no filter. Mum Pham was gentle and loving; a natural peacemaker who kept the friends Dad made.

When it came to dating, Mum Pham was a shy wallflower. She didn't actually date, partly because of the times, and partly because her family was super strict. Mum's dating history consisted of one man she had a crush on in university. It never went beyond flirtation because a stern talking to from her older brother put an end to it.  There was also a high-ranking military officer who became infatuated with her after seeing her at Grandad's factory. They crossed paths when he came to Grandad's factory to mass order beds for the army. He often visited even though Mum would avoid him and he'd just talk with Grandad. He eventually asked Grandad for mum's hand but she wasn't interested, and neither was Grandad. Those two men were the only men before Dad Pham. Mum focused on her studies like she was told - no boys allowed, and the future war meant her studies and avoiding boys was all for nought.

Dad Pham, on the other hand, was a total ladies man. He was and is charming and flirtatious, and all the ladies love him. He was a wild child as a kid then teen. Joining the navy meant he was always being deployed, and didn't know if he'd live to come home do Dad never had a relationship - he had flings. Though, I do know he loved one woman back in Vietnam but nothing ever eventuated because he fled the country and she stayed behind, then there was a woman in Singapore that Mum was always a little jealous of, but Dad knew it wouldn't be forever because he was only there temporarily as a refugee waiting to fly to Germany. I don't know how many women he's dated - he drops sly hints every now and then about how popular he is - but those were the two he loved before Mum Pham.

As Dad tells it, he was ready to settle down when he got to Germany because, even though his whole life had been uprooted and shaken every which way by the war and aftermath, his new country was where his life was stable. In Germany, Dad became an official translator for Vietnamese refugees because he's a quick study in anything he applies himself to including languages. He would help people with their documentation and get them oriented in their new home.

Dad Pham met Mum Pham this way. He knew he would marry her almost instantly. He was taking her for a tour around town, when a local German man dropped his wallet on a busy street and no one noticed. Mum Pham snatched it up and raced after him to give it back. Dad decided then that he would make Mum his wife. She didn't have anything but the clothes on her back yet she didn't think twice about returning a wallet full of cash to its rightful owner. Basically, us Phamlings are lucky Mum Pham isn't a selfish jerk, otherwise we wouldn't exist. That would be tragic, no?




If you want to start from the beginning of Phamly history, read:
Part 1 - O Captain! My Captain! Dad Pham's navy days during the Vietnam War.
Part 2 - P.O.W. Viet Cong Re-education Camp Dad Pham's time as a prisoner of war.
Part 3 - Living with Viet Cong Mum Pham's experience with communism.
Part 4 - Boat People Dad Pham seeks refuge after the war.
Part 5 - Finding Faith Dad finds peace.
Part 6 - When Herr met Frau - Dad Pham meets Mum Pham.
Part 7 - Life in Germany: the early years - Dad Pham sets up life in Germany.
Part 8 - Life in Germany: the later years - Dad gets sick, Mum steps up.
Part 9 - Getting ready for Australia - Mum Pham is on a mission.
Part 10 - Coming to Australia - My first memories of Australia.
Part 11 - Live in Brisbane the first time - The story of why we left Brisbane.
Part 12 - Moving to Melbourne - First impressions.
Part 13 - Life in Melbourne - Dad Pham - The good old days.
Part 14 - The Other Phams - Our neighbours in Melbourne were Phams too.
Part 15 - Life in Melbourne - Mum Pham - Our Sunday Phamly traditions began in Melbourne.
Part 16 - Cats On A Train - Moving to Brisbane
Part 17 - Sleepwalking Scare - Moving to Brisbane continued
Part 18 - A House in Brisbane - Moving to Brisbane continued some more

I wish I had known about and tried Menstrual Cups sooner - I would have saved so much discomfort, and money, and waste. I discovered them last year through my obsession with all things Biome Store. Then a stellar friend vouched for them so I gave it a go. And, boy-o, am I mad at myself for not getting one sooner.

I have the Lunette Cup - Size 1 in blue (pictured). It is SO much better than icky tampons or pads. I actually forget I have my period a lot of the time because I can't feel the cup inside me the way I felt tampons and pads. The only time I am aware of having my period is on my heavy flow day where the bleeding is so heavy it leaks from the cup. On these days I'm aware of the my period because I use Ecomoon's reusable menstrual pad as a pantyliner and sometimes when the cup is really full I can feel the blood sloshing around when the cup is nearly full and I'm overdue to empty it.
It hasn't been all smooth sailing. The first time I slept with the cup it slipped further in (this is normal), and it took me half an hour to figure out how to get it out. I, of course, didn't read the instructions until I absolutely had to. You need to bear down, using your muscles to squeeze it to the base of your uterus where it normally sits. Then you can easily reach up and wiggle the cup out like usual. I also had another incident where I used the bearing down trick with a full bladder and accidentally peed all over my hand. Mm...That's a warm memory. Now I know to pee before I bear down. Yup.

The joys of womanhood, hey? Even though it can be a messy learning curve go begin with, I swear by the menstrual cup and will never look back. It feels like a big investment to spend $50-ish for a cup but think of how much tampons will cost you over 5 years or more. The cups last for years, some of my friends have had their one for 5-8 years and haven't needed to replace it yet. Seriously, worth giving them a go!

I turned off my social media notifications a month ago, and it’s probably the only good decision I’ve made all year. Washing crystals with my klutz hands in the bathroom sink and chipping the basin - terrible idea. Spraying my herbs with a homemade mix that sunburnt all the leaves cause I did so at the wrong time of day with a too-heavy mix and breaking my sister’s spray bottle when the cayenne pepper clogged the pump - also not great ideas. Hanging out with someone I referred to as No Fun - worst idea. But reducing the number of notifications I get by turning off notifications for non-essential apps? Best idea ever.

I was forever guilty of checking notifications when they popped up on my phone, then spending the next 10-30mins scrolling through whatever app I had opened. I no longer get notifications for Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Tinder, Twitter and LinkedIn - the worst offenders on my phone. I also started scheduling social posts for my blog using Hootsuite so I don’t need to go into any apps.

I turned off email notifications except for direct, personal e-mails - G Suite / Gmail is my hero here, you can set it up to filter out all the non-essential emails like e-newsletters, order updates, social media updates etc. And work emails no longer ping my phone unless it’s from an address marked as “VIP” - as in, the boss, the CEO etc. The rest of the digital world can wait until I’m in the mood for virtual socialising. And if it can’t, the people who need to reach me have my mobile number. Yup, I’m one of those old people who still uses their phone for calls some of the time.

I still love a good scroll through social media but these days it’s at my own pace and not when someone else is interacting with me on the apps. So sorry (not sorry) if I haven’t gotten back to anyone on social media - take no notice, I am not ignoring you, I just haven’t gotten around to opening the app yet.

I like my face the way I like my morning walks - free from lumps and bumps. Meaning, I don't like acne on my face the same way I don't like walking up or down slopes at more than a 15 degree angle. I take oratane for my acne; currently on 1-2 per week, I'm trying to get it down to 1 per week but my skin keeps playing up when I do that. Because my skin is super dry and sensitive on the meds, and super reactive because of the acne, I have to be careful with what I use on my face. This is my current skincare routine for those suffering from acne and/or dry skin:

Facewash - Dr Bronner's Bar Castile Soap. I was using Neutrogena's Oil Free Acne Wash for a long time and love it, but they don't use certified sustainable palm oil and also the plastic packaging so I switched it with a bar soap. Dr Bronners soap is not oil free but it's only a wash so the oil isn't on my skin long enough to soak into my clog-prone pores. It isn't as gentle as a liquid wash, but lathers up nicely and I usually only feel the extra tightness of dry skin after I've been in the pool or on a bad skin day - which thankfully is rare these days. I'm currently using the lavender scent which reminds me of a soap my Aunties used to have in their bathroom. It makes me happy, but I'll try the rose or citrus scents next for funsies.

SPF moisturiser - Cetaphil DermaCare Moisture SPF 30. I want to break up with Cetaphil because palm oil and testing on animals and the plastic bottle. But I haven't been able to find an alternative yet. If anyone knows a gentle, oil-free ('cause acne) SPF (cause meds) face moisturiser, please let me know! In the meantime, I've found this moisturiser to be the best for my skin. It's very gentle, the moisture is subtle and absorbs nicely.

Makeup remover - Byphasse Micellar Water. I do love the convenience of wiping my eye make-up, blush and face moisturiser off at the end of the day. It's very gentle and nourishing. When I wash my face at night instead of using micellar water my skin gets dry and tight. But it does come in a plastic bottle and I'm trying to reduce my waste so once I finish this bottle, I will swap to coconut oil, which comes in a glass jar to remove eye make-up. Then I'll use Dr Bronner's Bar Castile Soap to wash my face and with the new night serum I've found, I hopefully won't have tight, dry skin from washing twice in one day.

Night serum - Acure CGF Oil Free Serum. If only I could use rosehip oil on my skin without breaking out. I've been looking for an oil-free night cream for yonks, and came across this serum on Biome Eco Store's website so thought I'd give it a shot. I bloody love this serum. I wake up each morning and my skin is glowing. I don't have bad skin days anymore, which happened because I lost too much moisture overnight especially over winter.

Face mask - Corrynne's French Limoges clay face block. I stopped using face masks for a long time because the packaged sludge in chemists and supermarkets has oils or other chemicals to keep it in sludge form, causing my skin to break out because face masks sit on your face long enough for fat pores to gobble up all the bits it needs to go clog itself. I came across this face clay while browsing Biome one day and have never looked back. It is my friend for life. You apply water to liquify the surface then rub it on your face. Leave it to dry like regular packaged face masks, then wash off. My skin feels smooth and refreshed afterwards. I use this once every 1-2 weeks, and one $6 block has lasted me months. Best of all, it has no plastic packaging going into landfill and no chemicals mixed into the clay to keep it in a sludge form. Lurrve it.

So there you have it - all the things that take care of my face. Hopefully some can help take care of your beautiful face too. If you know any oil free, plastic free alternatives I can try, please let me know.

Dad Pham is the most zen and neutral person in my life thanks to Buddhism. When I was younger, I mistook it for him not caring. Now I know better. He lets us lead our own lives, only nudging us a little in the right direction if we stray too far. Dad wasn't always religious. Actually, he was the naughtiest kid in his Phamly and constantly copped beatings (don't panic, this was the norm for his generation) when he was little and not so little, but that didn't stop him from being a cheeky monkey. He was a bit of a wild child, and ended up in the navy because a regular job and life would bore him.

The horrors of war and prison camp splintered Dad's mind. He wasn't raised with structured religion and he wasn't born a schizophrenic. It was brought on by PTSD and he had many, many bad episodes in Germany when my Long Lost German Cousin was living with him and Mum Pham - though judging by our photo albums of his time in German, he looked mighty fine doing it. My dad is the coolest. To focus his thoughts, Dad Pham read a lot about many religions including Buddhism. To this day, he can talk circles around the Mormons that used to visit his house until they gave up trying to convert him. Dad Pham found Buddhism resonated with his personal beliefs best, and made sense of his challenging life so he became a devout follower.

It wasn't smooth sailing from the beginning. Being severely ill, I remember schizophrenic episodes where Dad Pham thought he was so close to God and to get to the final stage, he had to cleanse his body by drinking insane amounts of water. He was right - that would have been the last step to meeting God, because that's also when we learned you can drown yourself drinking water. Dad ended up unconscious and rushed to hospital where the doctors saved his life. This was the last major episode I remember.

Dad's mind still races with a hundred thoughts a second, Buddhism hasn't calmed his schizophrenia in that sense. But its philosophies have helped him find peace with mankind, and the atrocities he witnessed and took part in the war. I believe a combination of time, distance, and Buddhism has helped him find a good place.

In the next episode, I'll tell you about how Dad Pham knew Mum Pham was the woman for him.


If you want to start from the beginning of Phamly history, read:
Part 1 - O Captain! My Captain! Dad Pham's navy days during the Vietnam War.
Part 2 - P.O.W. Viet Cong Re-education Camp Dad Pham's time as a prisoner of war.
Part 3 - Living with Viet Cong Mum Pham's experience with communism.
Part 4 - Boat People Dad Pham seeks refuge after the war.
Part 5 - Finding Faith Dad finds peace.
Part 6 - When Herr met Frau - Dad Pham meets Mum Pham.
Part 7 - Life in Germany: the early years - Dad Pham sets up life in Germany.
Part 8 - Life in Germany: the later years - Dad gets sick, Mum steps up.
Part 9 - Getting ready for Australia - Mum Pham is on a mission.
Part 10 - Coming to Australia - My first memories of Australia.
Part 11 - Live in Brisbane the first time - The story of why we left Brisbane.
Part 12 - Moving to Melbourne - First impressions.
Part 13 - Life in Melbourne - Dad Pham - The good old days.
Part 14 - The Other Phams - Our neighbours in Melbourne were Phams too.

Big Brother Pham tells me to 'go hug a tree' when I tell him something too politically correct or left wing for his comfort. Well, brother, I am trying to hug as many trees as I can by being an informed consumer and producing less waste. I can't take any of the credit for becoming aware of the impact my mindless consumerism has on the planet. I have places like Biome Eco Stores doing the research and hard work for me. It all started with my search for a palm oil-free  and cruelty-free deodorant, and has snowballed into more tree-hugging hippie choices from there.

I shop online with Biome and not at one of their 4 Brisbane locations, because I like their online loyalty program where you earn as you spend, and score $1 vouchers for every purchase reviewed. But even better, they have free in-store pick up so no shipping fees either. AND even better than that, Little Sissy Pham works near their Brisbane CBD store so I don't even pick up my own orders, I send my sibling to get my shopping because I am the ultimate at lazy bastard.

It's simple to reduce and reuse once you get into the habit. It takes a conscious effort in the beginning because we're so conditioned to live our throwaway lifestyles, but once you get into the swing of things it becomes second nature to question whether you really need a plastic item, whether there's an earth-friendlier alternative, or maybe you can do without. Here are a few things I've bought from Biome's stores to make me a less wasteful Earthling:



Reusable Coffee Cup - Of course, as soon as I got my KeepCup, I gave up my takeaway coffee habit. Now my cup is a morning tea travel mug and is super cute to boot. You can also get professional (read: minimal) colour combos so if happy colours ain't your thing, they have sad colours too.

Reusable Produce Bags - These things are a great replacement for the disposable plastic bags in markets - the ones you see floating in oceans and choking turtles and whales and all the marine animals to death. So, you know, they're handy and less evil. Also handy to wash the produce while still in the bag 'cause it's mesh then easy to hang out and dry.

Soap nuts - I was using EarthChoice laundry powder, which is a great vegan, and environmentally-friendly supermarket option (though each box comes with a plastic scoop). But after trying a bunch of other Biome recommendations that I love, I was curious about That Red House Organic Soapberries. It works a treat and is gentle on fabric so I no longer use fabric softener. I like to mix in lemon and lavender essential oils to give my kit a nice scent but that's optional. Winning.

Bamboo toothbrush - I gave up my beloved electric toothbrush and that lazy-fresh feel because the guilt of throwing plastic toothbrush heads into landfill every few months got to me. The bamboo brushes are like the plastic manual toothbrushes - they get the job done.

I'm an optimist so of course I believe every little bit helps - if there's anything you can see yourself switching up, go head and give it a try. Go forth and explore! biome.com.au