I’m still very much alive and kicking, although these days I’m sure my legs are much too tired to kick too high. In the past year I’ve moved back home, and gotten a full-time job – which has taken over about 90% of my conscious time. It’s predictably in the food industry although there are many days (days when people are challenging and frustrating), that I wonder if I’m on the wrong side of the restaurant.
That said, I enjoy my job despite its challenges and I think I’ve finally found myself in an industry that I feel 1000% comfortable in. Its opened my eyes to the opportunities and variety of manner with which I can choose to pursue this rather unideal passion of mine.
I have grown up in so many ways this past year, and yet I’m constantly discovering new things to learn. The hours are tough (I’m finishing up my 74-hour work week ie. that’s 74+ hours ON MY FEET for all you people whining about having to work Saturdays- boo-fucking-hoo, princess), the clientele is challenging but the laughs you share with your colleagues, the bonds you form through solidarity, and the pleasure you get when you stumble upon rare, gratuitous customers makes everything worth its while. It also makes you a much more humble, respectful and gracious customer btw!
I have not forgotten this blog, but every intention I have of updating it, paying someone to redo the layout, actually pouring devoted hours to giving it some proper structure has fallen to the wayside. I am so doggone tired on my days off that I either just want to mimic a lump of clay, or do the things I love, which still involves standing on my feet for hours whilst slaving in front of a hot stove.
I’ll be back. (Just don’t time me!)
It’s something I’ve been obsessing over for a while but I finally bit the bullet and got started when my lovely friends, Tessa and Jason, drove me out to Bunnings so I could get everything I needed to get started.
So may I present my cute little balcony herb garden!
We’ve got mint, rosemary, sage, thyme, lemon thyme, oregano, basil, parsley, coriander.. and a French radish plant.
My baby basil! It’s not doing so well due to the cold weather we’ve been having the past few days, though :(
The chilli plant and some vegetable seedlings. The seedlings are the most fun to care for as their growth is so noticeable!
Here they are a little over a week later. How cute are they?! They make me so proud!
“Ignorance is bliss.”
Why do people try so hard to conceal the truth from others? People always say it’s to protect others when really, it’s only to protect themselves. The real reason why anyone avoids telling the truth is because they don’t want to be the cause of hurt or strife; but everyone should just be honest with themselves and realise that the only person they’re protecting is themselves.
“The truth shall set you free.”
“Women are fragile and need to be protected.”
Stop making the decisions for us. Stop pretending we’re these frail little creatures that will spend the rest of the week sobbing into our pillows when we hear the truth. Don’t flatter yourselves.
“When you assume, you make an ASS out of U and ME.”
“She can deadlift heavier than me!”
Then the fear of confidence. What to do with a woman who knows what she wants and won’t apologise for it? What to do with a woman who has ambition and the smarts to back it all up?
“Basically, I took one look at him and realised that my balls were bigger than his, and I’m all woman.”
Here’s a simple guide on how to treat women: Respect. Courtesy. Communication. Honesty. Sincerity. Treat her as you would treat a really good friend, but even better because you want to win her over, don’t you?
Don’t play mind games; we’re not in high school – if you’re keen on mind games, go date someone in high school. Call when you say you will and respond in a timely manner – it’s the 21st century and we’re in the age of smartphones so there’s no excuse here when you can call, text, email, Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp or BBM. Do not disappear off the face of the universe and then pop up a month later and expect a warm embrace. Say thank you when you need to and apologise when you’ve been impolite – real men have manners. Don’t be aloof and think you’re better than others; remember, at the end of the day, your shit smells like shit too. Never ever double book; a woman is a human being, not a McDonald’s drive-thru! Be punctual. If you can’t afford to date, please don’t.
And most importantly: Three strikes and you’re out!
It’s like a universal plague of douchebaggery these past few months. My girlfriends and I, who are scattered across the globe by the way, have been dealing with the ultimate losers in the dating scene. I swear, if we collaborated and wrote a book on our dating stories, we’d have a bestseller on our hands. We’ve all been dealing with the lack of communication, the falling off the face of the universe, the great few first dates and then the emergence of the asshole after the third date, the rude pricks who need to be sent to finishing school, the ones who won’t admit defeat, and the men of cowardice who lack integrity.
See men, women are not fragile creatures. We don’t fall madly in love after a few dates because we have standards and we actually have to be won over. So if you don’t want to see a woman anymore, you say, “I had a great time but I don’t think it’ll work out between us. I really hope you’ll find someone who’ll make you happy, and I’d still love for us to be friends” then you leave our lives in a favourable light and MAYBE we’d even hook you up with our other hot single girlfriends because maybe it’d work for you two.
As one of my oldest best friends said to me yesterday, “Men think that we can’t handle the truth but in reality, we just can’t handle not knowing. They should all just man up and tell us the truth so we know where we stand and everyone can move forward.”
Unfortunately, all we’ve dealt with these days are cowards and assholes.
All is not lost when one has quality friends in their life, however. Especially in my case because my friends love food and alcohol, have a nasty sense of humour coupled with the ability to make me laugh at all the unfortunate creatures I’ve been interacting with.
So there’s the silver lining to all the experience I’ve had to gain to bring about the best conversations during our feasts.
Malaysian dinner at Blue Chillies. Thrice-cooked Duck, Assam Fish and Ayam Kapitan.
We seem to end up in Passionflower for dessert a lot. We’re talking at least once a week…
Brunch on Saturday at De Clieu.
Not even half of the dishes at a hugeeeee dinner at Tom Phat. Pork Belly Special, Green Mango Kingfish, and Chilli Caramel Pork Belly. Believe it or not, we had 4 other dishes, and rice and roti with this. Then we went to Passionflower and devoured eight scoops of ice cream.
If there was an eating Olympics, we’d proudly don the gold medal
I have to say that I’m laughing so hard at all the horrible stories that I now have under my belt that I can personally attest to surviving. You can’t say you’ve dated until you’ve had to send your friends an SOS text and receive phone calls where they’re laughing and saying, “Your dog died. Your house is on fire. I’m about to give birth. I just broke up with my boyfriend. LEAVE NOW!” I had to pull an Oscar-worthy performance full of, “No, really?! Where are you? Are you okay? That’s awful! I’LL BE RIGHT THERE!”
I shouldn’t have promised that I wouldn’t update this anymore because I forgot what a great procrastination tool updating is. Let’s pretend I never said it. The number of hours I clock with my laptop has convinced me that if my laptop had great hair, a cheeky smile, a deep timbre voice, the right body parts, and the ability to cuddle; we would totally be soulmates. Alas, my laptop is but a 13″ rectangle of awesomeness encased in pink, even if we do go to bed together every night.
If not for a certain Miss J and Mr N, I would probably be cooped up in my apartment a whole lot more than I already am. But thanks to them I’ve been fed well and entertained with good conversation.
So here’s a picture post of random bits in my world beyond the kitchen, which is entirely irrelevant to the theme of this blog but there is some food in here so I guess that’ll have to do.
The above is where I’m permanently planted when I’m home these days. It’s usually a lot messier but with distracting things like magazines and cookbooks, because my subject notes are all on my laptop anyway.
This little card makes me smile.
Fresh flowers in the apartment cheer me up greatly so I try to make sure we have a small vase of them around most of the time. This week I went for freesias for their amazing scent. I am choosing to disregard the Twilight associations with this gorgeous flower.
One of my favourite things to have around me when I’m sitting around the apartment is to have a hot pot of tea close by, and I adore flower teas. They’re beautiful to look at and they’re delicious too. They keep me going (to the bathroom).
I decided to incorporate my love for food and my love for accessories. When I first laid eyes on these cute little pendants, I knew I had to have them. Aren’t they just adorable?!
My heart rate monitor is my favourite self-punishing tool and it’s one of my favourite purchases of the year. It makes cardio workouts a whole lot more fun and makes you feel like a total machine when you maintain the craziest heart rate for a long period of time.
Sometimes (okay, often!), I just crawl under the covers and snuggle up with my mountain of pillows and forget about my assignments. Have I mentioned how much I love sleep and my bed? Because I really, really do. It’s the kind of bed you don’t want to crawl out of, which is why I sometimes don’t. I’ve been known to talk to my pillows in a loving voice, too. I think that’s perfectly normal (and understandable!).
I picked this up last night and I’m terribly excited about it. It is now heavily tabbed with page markers and I probably have meals planned for the next three weeks based on this cookbook alone. Exciting times ahead!
I have to say though, my next two projects are desserts. I have the nastiest craving for a moist and fudgy chocolate cake and unfortunately, there’s hardly any truly good cake places in Melbourne so I’ve decided I’m going to make it myself. I find majority of the cakes I’ve had in Melbourne depressingly disappointing and I’m usually left more disgruntled after attempting to satisfy a craving. Anyone else agree with me on this? If you disagree, please recommend a cake place for me to try. If you say Brunetti’s, your opinion on food is officially unreliable and you will be ignored.
That said, I’ve been craving fried chicken, the kind you’d find at the dirtiest places in KL. You know, the kind that would soak up five kitchen towels with oil in no time but taste so damn good that you’d happily munch on the crispy chicken skin rather than worry about your cholesterol levels or the possibility of food poisoning. Need. Fried. Chicken. Soon.
I have the unhealthiest cravings, ever.
I leave you with a quote I live by, and Superpig. Superpig is one of my childish quirks that make me endearing (apart from my modesty, you know) and I have also drawn it on Jacey’s mirror and doodled it on countless page margins. There’s even a rhyme that goes with it, which I’m sure you’re all dying to hear.
Wasn’t this pointless post ridiculously fun?