I moved into my new apartment today. And it wasn't without it's dramas.
The deal with living in a large apartment complex which I shall now refer to as the compound, has a tonne of rules and regulations which I guess ensures there is order in the village. There are nearly 20,000 apartments in the compound, equipped with a fairly large gym, two pools - one indoor and out, tennis courts, basketball courts and 24 hour security. And by security, I mean ones that are generally not very pleasant and with an attitude to boot.
But I am in there now giving it a go, see how long it takes before I start yelling security - or shall I say building management.
Other news connected with this move.... you remember the subject of garbage? Well it took me awhile to get him out of my head. It was a lot of hard work. Not seeing him, not replying to his texts, resisting the urge to meet up with him. Finally after a lot of persistence on his part, I finally said yes.
Last Friday I went out and had dinner with him, and after that we went to a house party. It was fun and we got a little tipsy together, something we had rarely even done when we were in a relationship. He was nice and wanted to do things I enjoyed, like have a shot of tequila, something we had never done together. Though it may be that during the time in which we were dating, I hadn't found love in tequila yet. Let's just say that we, tequila and I, had never been properly introduced.
It may also have been great timing, when I got approval on the apartment last week I mentioned it in conversation and he offered to help. I wasn't about to say no, especially after footing out a months rent and bond in advance.
Now comes the bad part, ever since we had dinner, caught up, had fun, I haven't been able to get him back out of my head. And once again, he started on his hot and cold treatment. Last week he acted like he wanted to hang out with me and enjoyed my company and then today during the move, it was the complete opposite.
I am weirded out. I cannot handle this confusion in my life once again. And I am dreading the hard work it's going to take to remove him once more from my head and from my life.
It had come to a point, just recently, that if he ever did come back into my life, I thought it would be easy not to feel anything, especially since I have moved on, had a few flings and played around in the dating scene again.
But I was wrong. It's not that easy, and I wonder how and more importantly why, after such a long time, after months and months of getting over him and feeling safe about all feelings gone, have they now emerged.
Tequila can't help me this time. I went to tequila after dinner with him but I was not alone.
Tequila is his friend too.
Yours truly,
Miss A.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
The Norfolk
I recently found myself a new obsession, a place where I would like to be every day of the week. I heard about the newly re-furbished Norfolk a few months back, it possibly could've been last year.
It took me awhile to finally make it there for a visit. But when I did, it was instant love. In the midst of house hunting with my cuz, we went in for a little visit and lunch. Cuz was hungover so she decided on a Bloody Mary. Tasty... I thought, though I have not had a decent Bloody Mary since I last made it myself, and even so it would bring me back to a time when I ordered one at 8am at a pub and it was not the greatest.
Take a look at this, what's more, it's made with tequila and the right kind of spicey. What an awesome concept.
I had a burger for lunch, don't let the minute size fool you. So so tasty, and the sauce I put on the chips literally took my breath away... their Habanero sauce is seriously good.
The next time I went there, I went for the $3 tacos and complimented them with a Tommy's margarita. I had emphasised to the bartender how there weren't too many people that could make a good margarita ... full stop.
So the bartender whom I was speaking with told me he had just come back from the U.S where "the margaritas were amazing" and would only cost you $6. Brilliant! I thought. Best margaritas always come from those who drink it themselves.
Although we waited over an hour for our dinner, it was worth it and I cannot wait to head back to try the remaining flavours on the menu, fish and vegetarian. That night I had the chicken, beef and pork. The chicken being the favourite for me. Taco Tuesday ... I highly recommend it - if you have the patience to wait. Though it could just be a matter of being there at the right time.
ooooo.... my favourite night of the week is Tequila Friday. I ventured there last Friday after a late dinner so I did miss out on the $5 tequila and sangrita shots and the $10 margaritas but the bar was still packed and vibing.
I ordered a Tommy's without even a second thought and shots of Herradura Anejo. At that point I didn't know how much more I could've loved a place so that was when I decided I was obsessed. There I had it, in my hands, the best Tommy's margarita I have had to date. I was in heaven.
Norfolk Hotel, I love it. The food is great, the drinks are delish, and the atmosphere is how I would describe as casual with an edge. With the Norfolk I get the sense of cool without the wank, friendliness without the sucking up, a pride without the snobbery, and an edge without the weird.
Yours truly,
Miss A
The Norfolk Hotel
305 Cleveland Street
Surry Hills
It took me awhile to finally make it there for a visit. But when I did, it was instant love. In the midst of house hunting with my cuz, we went in for a little visit and lunch. Cuz was hungover so she decided on a Bloody Mary. Tasty... I thought, though I have not had a decent Bloody Mary since I last made it myself, and even so it would bring me back to a time when I ordered one at 8am at a pub and it was not the greatest.
Take a look at this, what's more, it's made with tequila and the right kind of spicey. What an awesome concept.
I had a burger for lunch, don't let the minute size fool you. So so tasty, and the sauce I put on the chips literally took my breath away... their Habanero sauce is seriously good.
The next time I went there, I went for the $3 tacos and complimented them with a Tommy's margarita. I had emphasised to the bartender how there weren't too many people that could make a good margarita ... full stop.
So the bartender whom I was speaking with told me he had just come back from the U.S where "the margaritas were amazing" and would only cost you $6. Brilliant! I thought. Best margaritas always come from those who drink it themselves.
Although we waited over an hour for our dinner, it was worth it and I cannot wait to head back to try the remaining flavours on the menu, fish and vegetarian. That night I had the chicken, beef and pork. The chicken being the favourite for me. Taco Tuesday ... I highly recommend it - if you have the patience to wait. Though it could just be a matter of being there at the right time.
ooooo.... my favourite night of the week is Tequila Friday. I ventured there last Friday after a late dinner so I did miss out on the $5 tequila and sangrita shots and the $10 margaritas but the bar was still packed and vibing.
I ordered a Tommy's without even a second thought and shots of Herradura Anejo. At that point I didn't know how much more I could've loved a place so that was when I decided I was obsessed. There I had it, in my hands, the best Tommy's margarita I have had to date. I was in heaven.
Norfolk Hotel, I love it. The food is great, the drinks are delish, and the atmosphere is how I would describe as casual with an edge. With the Norfolk I get the sense of cool without the wank, friendliness without the sucking up, a pride without the snobbery, and an edge without the weird.
Yours truly,
Miss A
The Norfolk Hotel
305 Cleveland Street
Surry Hills
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Bye Bye Tiny Dancer
Funny how things change so quickly. From looking forward to the next kiss to not wanting to pick up his calls or answer his texts at all.
I quite liked not knowing him that well. When all we really did was kiss and I would listen and smile to every time he called me sexy in his heavy Italian accent.
But now, every thought of him makes me cringe.
I realised how the last few times we were together I paid for drinks and he made no offer to contribute.
I went with him into a bar and on entry he jumped around like he was Mr. Popular with his besties all around him, only to receive a luke warm response, an acknowledgement rather than an excitement to see him.
At that same bar, he proceeded to push in front to get served by trying to grab the attention of the manager by playing Mr. Popular again but the manager only looked at him and walked away.
He met me at dinner with some of my friends and then threw a tanty because he thought it was going to be just us - if that was the case, he should have said so rather than organise to meet me wherever I was.
After that same dinner, he said that he had to listen to us talk shit for two hours.
When I was over at his place, I sat and watched him drink his tea and he failed to offer me even a glass of water.
He would say in a text he would be five minutes away, only to turn up over half an hour later.
And when the clothes came off ...
Damn, we just shouldn't have gotten to know each other.
Yours truly,
Miss A.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Baci
There is always something really attractive about an European accent, and it gets me every time.
He is Italian, he's hot and totally sexy. His accent and broken english text messages make smile and laugh. What's more, every time we meet, he showers me with compliments that make me giggle and smile even more.
I met him whilst he was working at a bar, ordering what else but a margarita and probably a round of tequila shots. And when you invite someone to come sit with you when he finishes and he says yes, I didn't take it seriously. Back in my bar tending days I've probably said yes to a few patrons and forgotten about it minutes later.
Well he did come over and to my surprise, sat with us.
The last few times we have caught up, we pashed just about everywhere, dance floor, on the street, in a club, in a bar, waiting for drinks, waiting to get out onto the street.
I find kissing in public fun yet naughty, we would lose ourselves in the moment and my hand would wander under his shirt, get the light touch of fingers along my thigh or a grab on the ass, arms around a waist or neck.
Kissing (wherever it may be) - there's always a great passion about it especially when that someone wants to kiss you all the time.
Yours truly,
Miss A
He is Italian, he's hot and totally sexy. His accent and broken english text messages make smile and laugh. What's more, every time we meet, he showers me with compliments that make me giggle and smile even more.
I met him whilst he was working at a bar, ordering what else but a margarita and probably a round of tequila shots. And when you invite someone to come sit with you when he finishes and he says yes, I didn't take it seriously. Back in my bar tending days I've probably said yes to a few patrons and forgotten about it minutes later.
Well he did come over and to my surprise, sat with us.
The last few times we have caught up, we pashed just about everywhere, dance floor, on the street, in a club, in a bar, waiting for drinks, waiting to get out onto the street.
I find kissing in public fun yet naughty, we would lose ourselves in the moment and my hand would wander under his shirt, get the light touch of fingers along my thigh or a grab on the ass, arms around a waist or neck.
Kissing (wherever it may be) - there's always a great passion about it especially when that someone wants to kiss you all the time.
Yours truly,
Miss A
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Is this a wasted post too?
I read a lovely post just then and I've decided to also do a little post on friendship. This fellow blogger actually confronted her friend and as a result they have become friends again.
As for me well we are still friends, but I sometimes wonder if it is me that is making all of the effort and I wonder if my efforts are really worth it at all.
I always think, what's wrong with me? Am I just not the person I used to be, the person that they liked or did I use to be the person that they would talk about and it has never really grown into a friendship anyway, rather just an acquaintance to catch up with once and awhile? Text messages ignored, being left whilst she flutters about, or even the constant reminder that we should be doing this or that, it just feels that maybe, just maybe I am not the friend she wants to be doing it with.
I believe that as friends, like the post I just read, should always be there for each other, it's not really a big responsibility, rather just an automatic response because you are friends, after all a friend in need is a friend indeed.
As for me well we are still friends, but I sometimes wonder if it is me that is making all of the effort and I wonder if my efforts are really worth it at all.
I always think, what's wrong with me? Am I just not the person I used to be, the person that they liked or did I use to be the person that they would talk about and it has never really grown into a friendship anyway, rather just an acquaintance to catch up with once and awhile? Text messages ignored, being left whilst she flutters about, or even the constant reminder that we should be doing this or that, it just feels that maybe, just maybe I am not the friend she wants to be doing it with.
I believe that as friends, like the post I just read, should always be there for each other, it's not really a big responsibility, rather just an automatic response because you are friends, after all a friend in need is a friend indeed.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Third Time Unlucky
Of course the date was a disaster! Ok well it wasn't a total disaster, he was actually a normal, conservative, closed off to the world, not up to date with trends, so not my type, kind of guy.
Firstly, he was late.
Secondly, he obviously uploaded old photos onto his profile as he looked quite buff in his photos, but in reality, pretty puny. He also said he was taller than he was. And when I first laid eyes on him, I felt my insides go 'EW' and I possibly cringed. Thank goodness for the three vodkas and two tequilas I had prior. I needed something to keep me sane and occupied especially if I had to use only my material in conversation - which I did.
Thirdly, we were at a Malaysian restaurant, Mamak, well respected and very well known for their food. Great reviews by all .... except for him. It was his first time trying Malaysian cuisine and he pretty much said he didn't like it. I even mentioned that Mamak is a one hatted eatery and he asked me what a hat was. Need I mention anymore reasons why we wouldn't get along?
I love to eat, wine and dine and I'm pretty sure I made that clear on my profile. Did he read anything past my desire to only chat with people who could spell?
My tipsy state got me through the long hour and a half. He asked me if I wanted to go for a coffee after dinner. I said I needed to get back at 10pm and that I didn't drink coffee anyway. I said this whilst I was drinking a highly sugary black traditional Malaysian style coffee drink.... oops.
We got to the cashier and walked out onto the street. It was 9.20pm. He said that he had another twenty minutes with me. In which I replied,
"Sorry dude, I'm hopping in this cab"
I left him on the street.
And this may sound a little predictable,
I went back to tequila.
Tequila, never lets me down. Guaranteed fun times, great night out, loads of smiles, and I don't even wake up with a hangover.
The next morning I deleted my profile.
Yours truly,
Miss A.
Firstly, he was late.
Secondly, he obviously uploaded old photos onto his profile as he looked quite buff in his photos, but in reality, pretty puny. He also said he was taller than he was. And when I first laid eyes on him, I felt my insides go 'EW' and I possibly cringed. Thank goodness for the three vodkas and two tequilas I had prior. I needed something to keep me sane and occupied especially if I had to use only my material in conversation - which I did.
Thirdly, we were at a Malaysian restaurant, Mamak, well respected and very well known for their food. Great reviews by all .... except for him. It was his first time trying Malaysian cuisine and he pretty much said he didn't like it. I even mentioned that Mamak is a one hatted eatery and he asked me what a hat was. Need I mention anymore reasons why we wouldn't get along?
I love to eat, wine and dine and I'm pretty sure I made that clear on my profile. Did he read anything past my desire to only chat with people who could spell?
My tipsy state got me through the long hour and a half. He asked me if I wanted to go for a coffee after dinner. I said I needed to get back at 10pm and that I didn't drink coffee anyway. I said this whilst I was drinking a highly sugary black traditional Malaysian style coffee drink.... oops.
We got to the cashier and walked out onto the street. It was 9.20pm. He said that he had another twenty minutes with me. In which I replied,
"Sorry dude, I'm hopping in this cab"
I left him on the street.
And this may sound a little predictable,
I went back to tequila.
Tequila, never lets me down. Guaranteed fun times, great night out, loads of smiles, and I don't even wake up with a hangover.
The next morning I deleted my profile.
Yours truly,
Miss A.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Dating Game Phase 3
I don't know why but I am going to have dinner with a guy this Saturday. Again, never met him, only online and we spoke on the phone yesterday for awhile. He wanted to ensure that I didn't sport a Malaysian accent. For some reason he can't stand my native accent and I am tempted to put one on for the entire time I am with him Saturday night.
This Saturday will also see the departure of a long lost friend Monty as she heads overseas to live. I realised earlier in the week that I had double booked myself and now will plan on making an appearance to both the dinner and the farewell.
I haven't seen Monty for a few years now, she was the one I was with when I first met the ex-boyfriend whom I have previously mentioned, you can read an example of this here. Funnily enough I have been thinking about him a lot lately, almost calling him or sending him a text. It was hard not to make contact, and I am glad that so far I have not made the move.
Back to the 'date'. I am not sure if he is my type at all. But he seemed normal in his photo, and we both like people who can spell. Geez, I wouldn't say that I am a spelling bee, but there are so many people out in the world that either can't spell or choose to not care enough and allow for spelling mistakes to be a representation of who they are.
The deal was to take him to my favourite Malaysian restaurant and he will take me to his favourite Vietnamese restaurant. I happily recommended me taking him first seeing as his restaurant is in Parramatta. Well I am not going to invite him over to my place, where the best Malaysian food resides so I made plans to go to Mamak. I haven't told him about the line that sometimes go as far as a few doors away :)
The plan is to head back to Monty's farewell (with or without him) and then have an early night in.
Looking forward to it!
Yours truly,
Miss A
This Saturday will also see the departure of a long lost friend Monty as she heads overseas to live. I realised earlier in the week that I had double booked myself and now will plan on making an appearance to both the dinner and the farewell.
I haven't seen Monty for a few years now, she was the one I was with when I first met the ex-boyfriend whom I have previously mentioned, you can read an example of this here. Funnily enough I have been thinking about him a lot lately, almost calling him or sending him a text. It was hard not to make contact, and I am glad that so far I have not made the move.
Back to the 'date'. I am not sure if he is my type at all. But he seemed normal in his photo, and we both like people who can spell. Geez, I wouldn't say that I am a spelling bee, but there are so many people out in the world that either can't spell or choose to not care enough and allow for spelling mistakes to be a representation of who they are.
The deal was to take him to my favourite Malaysian restaurant and he will take me to his favourite Vietnamese restaurant. I happily recommended me taking him first seeing as his restaurant is in Parramatta. Well I am not going to invite him over to my place, where the best Malaysian food resides so I made plans to go to Mamak. I haven't told him about the line that sometimes go as far as a few doors away :)
The plan is to head back to Monty's farewell (with or without him) and then have an early night in.
Looking forward to it!
Yours truly,
Miss A
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I know April is for loving pork but...
Whilst reading the latest issue of Gourmet Traveller, I was informed that April is the International Festival of Pork.
I experienced something last Friday that pretty much pushed the boundary of loving pork, and well, put me off the meat for a good few days. Well I do love it and I was back on it by today.
After a great dinner at Pizza e Birra Surry Hills, and bottle of wine with the Smiz, we met up with another pal of ours Hollywood. Hollywood is this great gal I have known for years now, back in the days of Chinese Laundry, where she reminded me that during her first shift with me I was severely hungover. Yes I was, I do remember taking a drinks order and by the time I went to make them I forgot what the order was. And kids, don't try this at home but I am pretty sure I took a valium or two before my shift.
Back to the story of my weird pork encounter. We went over to a bar called The Passage in Darlinghurst and decided to order some margaritas.
I say: "Can you make a Tommy's Margarita?"
He says: "No but I can make you a Pork Margarita"
Hollywood's face lit up and my mouth stayed open for longer than it should. The Smiz was socialising as she does but we decided to order her one anyway.
Pork Margarita:
Pork fat infused in tequila with a crackling and salt rim
Ok so it sounded interesting, so we decided to try it. Curiosity got the better of us.
First taste, the tiniest sip ever.
- Hmm slight taste of smokey bacon.
Second taste, a slightly bigger sip.
- It's like a cheese and bacon ball dipped in tequila.
Alarm bells started ringing in my head when I saw a thin film of fat floating on my drink.
I say: "how much cholesterol is in this drink?"
He says: "none"
Somehow I don't believe him.
Hollywood loved it.
Smiz was not so sure.
I on the other hand got us a round of Ocho to cleanse our palate.
I experienced something last Friday that pretty much pushed the boundary of loving pork, and well, put me off the meat for a good few days. Well I do love it and I was back on it by today.
After a great dinner at Pizza e Birra Surry Hills, and bottle of wine with the Smiz, we met up with another pal of ours Hollywood. Hollywood is this great gal I have known for years now, back in the days of Chinese Laundry, where she reminded me that during her first shift with me I was severely hungover. Yes I was, I do remember taking a drinks order and by the time I went to make them I forgot what the order was. And kids, don't try this at home but I am pretty sure I took a valium or two before my shift.
Back to the story of my weird pork encounter. We went over to a bar called The Passage in Darlinghurst and decided to order some margaritas.
I say: "Can you make a Tommy's Margarita?"
He says: "No but I can make you a Pork Margarita"
Hollywood's face lit up and my mouth stayed open for longer than it should. The Smiz was socialising as she does but we decided to order her one anyway.
Pork Margarita:
Pork fat infused in tequila with a crackling and salt rim
Ok so it sounded interesting, so we decided to try it. Curiosity got the better of us.
First taste, the tiniest sip ever.
- Hmm slight taste of smokey bacon.
Second taste, a slightly bigger sip.
- It's like a cheese and bacon ball dipped in tequila.
Alarm bells started ringing in my head when I saw a thin film of fat floating on my drink.
I say: "how much cholesterol is in this drink?"
He says: "none"
Somehow I don't believe him.
Hollywood loved it.
Smiz was not so sure.
I on the other hand got us a round of Ocho to cleanse our palate.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Love, Tilly Devine.
Today I was pretty good following my diet. Yes I had a wrap for breakfast but it only had egg, spinach and mushrooms in it, and it was a spinach and herb wrap... surely that's fine?
Lunch was chicken breast strips with tofu, zucchini and fresh chilli on a bed of cos lettuce. No carbs, I'm doing well.
I snacked on five almonds maybe six, I made sure I didn't have more than that on my desk.
But then I realised in the afternoon how bloated I became. It was uncomfortable, my belly was massive, but it felt hollow. I don't know if it was because of something I ate? If anyone knows at all, please let me know.
I know it's probably not the best thing to say, but over a glass of red, I actually felt better.
Met up with the one and only Janey, we went to a bar I have been meaning to check out called Love, Tilly Devine. We headed to a small alley behind Crown Street on Darlinghurst. It actually used to be the store room of Best Cellars. And the name came from a well known Madame, back in the day.
Some people have the best ideas.
What we did enter into was a cute bar, with loads of personality, a great vibe about it and cosy enough to be hidden away. We also noticed the overpriced menu, our wine by the glass was $15, yes it was from France and yes a very nice drop though I didn't fancy ordering another at that price.
So we finished off our plate of mixed salami which was neither here nor there, as well as the plate of peas, olive tepanade and buffalo cheese drowned in olive oil and decided to head off to Pocket Bar for another glass of vino.
I must tell you something about Janey and that is her love for crepes. Although this may be our second time ever having crepes together but it was re-enforced to me... Janey Loves Crepes.
We went for the lemon curd, pine nuts with Cointreau sorbet. I was expecting the usual moon shaped crepes to come out but it actually threw me when it came out rectangular. Nice touch I thought and it went down well.
I know I haven't done well staying off the carbs but one thing I have been doing is staying away from sugar.
The crepes went down well, but I also need to go to sleep and I am not sure this will happen any time soon.
A lovely casual night out. Back home now and getting ready for bed and prepping for a client meeting tomorrow.
Did I tell you the first week at work went well?
Not signing off as per usual today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not.
Lunch was chicken breast strips with tofu, zucchini and fresh chilli on a bed of cos lettuce. No carbs, I'm doing well.
I snacked on five almonds maybe six, I made sure I didn't have more than that on my desk.
But then I realised in the afternoon how bloated I became. It was uncomfortable, my belly was massive, but it felt hollow. I don't know if it was because of something I ate? If anyone knows at all, please let me know.
I know it's probably not the best thing to say, but over a glass of red, I actually felt better.
Met up with the one and only Janey, we went to a bar I have been meaning to check out called Love, Tilly Devine. We headed to a small alley behind Crown Street on Darlinghurst. It actually used to be the store room of Best Cellars. And the name came from a well known Madame, back in the day.
Some people have the best ideas.
What we did enter into was a cute bar, with loads of personality, a great vibe about it and cosy enough to be hidden away. We also noticed the overpriced menu, our wine by the glass was $15, yes it was from France and yes a very nice drop though I didn't fancy ordering another at that price.
So we finished off our plate of mixed salami which was neither here nor there, as well as the plate of peas, olive tepanade and buffalo cheese drowned in olive oil and decided to head off to Pocket Bar for another glass of vino.
I must tell you something about Janey and that is her love for crepes. Although this may be our second time ever having crepes together but it was re-enforced to me... Janey Loves Crepes.
We went for the lemon curd, pine nuts with Cointreau sorbet. I was expecting the usual moon shaped crepes to come out but it actually threw me when it came out rectangular. Nice touch I thought and it went down well.
I know I haven't done well staying off the carbs but one thing I have been doing is staying away from sugar.
The crepes went down well, but I also need to go to sleep and I am not sure this will happen any time soon.
A lovely casual night out. Back home now and getting ready for bed and prepping for a client meeting tomorrow.
Did I tell you the first week at work went well?
Not signing off as per usual today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
The new diet plan
So I figure I will try and do the best I can to follow the South Beach Diet this week, at least it's a start. It's not a hard diet to follow but I do find it hard to fit it into my social life.
For example the week just past, I found myself catching up with the Smiz who I haven't caught up with properly for awhile. We went to Super Bowl in Chinatown, down right cheap Chinese food and of course carb central. We had what we both dubbed a white person's dinner:
1. Spring Rolls
2. Steamed Prawn Dumplings
3. Beef Brisket Noodle Soup
4. Combination Chow Mein
and not to forget a bottle of Red.
It was such a great night to catch up with someone who I always love having a chat to and with everything that happens in our lives, we just don't catch up as often as I'd like to.
We swapped stories about our new jobs, how we were both going, and it actually seems not too long ago that we both worked in the same club together. We briefly touched on the old club days also. Fun times, friends made and how much things have changed.
I filled her in on my new role in a boutique agency, how different it is and how much more I am doing in terms of input, thinking, and how I feel I am able to contribute so much more to all the campaigns I am working on.
We spoke in excitement of the new bar opening we will be attending next weekend along with my bestie who will be coming to Sydney for a fleeting visit.
How could I have said no to catching up with this gorgeous friend of mine who I haven't seen for ages all because I had to abstain from carbs and alcohol?
So I have come up with a new plan, and it's pretty simple really... 'To Try My Best'.
Cut out the carbs best I can. And when I do find myself in a position where I do find it hard, try my best to only have a small portion. It's only five days after all. Included in that plan is to make the gym, increase cardio and increase frequency to more than twice a week.
Yours Truly,
Miss A.
For example the week just past, I found myself catching up with the Smiz who I haven't caught up with properly for awhile. We went to Super Bowl in Chinatown, down right cheap Chinese food and of course carb central. We had what we both dubbed a white person's dinner:
1. Spring Rolls
2. Steamed Prawn Dumplings
3. Beef Brisket Noodle Soup
4. Combination Chow Mein
and not to forget a bottle of Red.
It was such a great night to catch up with someone who I always love having a chat to and with everything that happens in our lives, we just don't catch up as often as I'd like to.
We swapped stories about our new jobs, how we were both going, and it actually seems not too long ago that we both worked in the same club together. We briefly touched on the old club days also. Fun times, friends made and how much things have changed.
I filled her in on my new role in a boutique agency, how different it is and how much more I am doing in terms of input, thinking, and how I feel I am able to contribute so much more to all the campaigns I am working on.
We spoke in excitement of the new bar opening we will be attending next weekend along with my bestie who will be coming to Sydney for a fleeting visit.
How could I have said no to catching up with this gorgeous friend of mine who I haven't seen for ages all because I had to abstain from carbs and alcohol?
So I have come up with a new plan, and it's pretty simple really... 'To Try My Best'.
Cut out the carbs best I can. And when I do find myself in a position where I do find it hard, try my best to only have a small portion. It's only five days after all. Included in that plan is to make the gym, increase cardio and increase frequency to more than twice a week.
Yours Truly,
Miss A.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Diet Fail
First day at the office was as first days always are, get to know the accounts, the clients, their websites. I spent most of the time studying client's websites more than once, more than five times even. By midday I had used 50% of my phone's battery and even without a game of Angry Birds.
I came out of a Monday morning meeting knowing that I am not supposed to surf the net, have to be in at 8.30am and my boss will be keeping tabs at what time everyone turns up to work. Well with about seven or eight of us, it's not a very hard task to keep up to date.
I of course turned up at 9.00am not knowing what the agency start time was, and as Dad said to me later on , "you should've asked". Assumption, dare I say it's one of my worst enemies.
The day went well though, it's nice to be valued, to be heard and to be able to give input into a campaign. I was given an account which is to be my new 'baby'. An excellent challenge, a chance to shine and actually put my skill set to use and most of all to be able to think and be challenged, and to know that what I have to give, my experience will be appreciated.
Then came the fail. First day of my attempt at the South Beach Diet started well. Two egg omelette with asparagus, mushrooms and 97% fat free champagne ham, topped with coriander and pepper. Delicious and I snacked on almonds before lunch time.
Lunch time... oh dear! I met up with a friend of mine visiting from the UK, bless his cotton socks and all 5"1 of him, he actually came to see me at work. I met him at the train station and on impulse decided to have McDonalds for lunch. I thought the McChicken meal was the best option rather than my preferred Quarter Pounder meal, and I tried to forget the large Big Mac meal I had yesterday as a snack after lunch.
I am not doing very well am I?
To make things worse, after my failed attempt to have dinner and red wine with Janey, I got myself a cheese and bacon roll from Bakers Delight and ate it on the platform in 3 minutes before my train arrived to go home. I even by passed the gym, I promised myself a session today and for the rest of the week ... fail!
I even had dinner when I came home, brown rice which was not too bad I guess seeing as I was on a massive fail of a diet day today anyway.
Me and Janey promised via text message that we would start tomorrow. I asked her if she wanted me to buy an online deal for us - a starter to share, two large pizzas or pastas and two desserts for a ridiculously awesome price of $19. She reminded me of that damn diet. I sighed and closed the window. I've had their pizzas before, they are outstanding.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Give me strength somehow.
Yours truly,
Miss A
Photo ref: Pizza and wine in Johannesburg before my flight back to Sydney.
I came out of a Monday morning meeting knowing that I am not supposed to surf the net, have to be in at 8.30am and my boss will be keeping tabs at what time everyone turns up to work. Well with about seven or eight of us, it's not a very hard task to keep up to date.
I of course turned up at 9.00am not knowing what the agency start time was, and as Dad said to me later on , "you should've asked". Assumption, dare I say it's one of my worst enemies.
The day went well though, it's nice to be valued, to be heard and to be able to give input into a campaign. I was given an account which is to be my new 'baby'. An excellent challenge, a chance to shine and actually put my skill set to use and most of all to be able to think and be challenged, and to know that what I have to give, my experience will be appreciated.
Then came the fail. First day of my attempt at the South Beach Diet started well. Two egg omelette with asparagus, mushrooms and 97% fat free champagne ham, topped with coriander and pepper. Delicious and I snacked on almonds before lunch time.
Lunch time... oh dear! I met up with a friend of mine visiting from the UK, bless his cotton socks and all 5"1 of him, he actually came to see me at work. I met him at the train station and on impulse decided to have McDonalds for lunch. I thought the McChicken meal was the best option rather than my preferred Quarter Pounder meal, and I tried to forget the large Big Mac meal I had yesterday as a snack after lunch.
I am not doing very well am I?
To make things worse, after my failed attempt to have dinner and red wine with Janey, I got myself a cheese and bacon roll from Bakers Delight and ate it on the platform in 3 minutes before my train arrived to go home. I even by passed the gym, I promised myself a session today and for the rest of the week ... fail!
I even had dinner when I came home, brown rice which was not too bad I guess seeing as I was on a massive fail of a diet day today anyway.
Me and Janey promised via text message that we would start tomorrow. I asked her if she wanted me to buy an online deal for us - a starter to share, two large pizzas or pastas and two desserts for a ridiculously awesome price of $19. She reminded me of that damn diet. I sighed and closed the window. I've had their pizzas before, they are outstanding.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Give me strength somehow.
Miss A
Photo ref: Pizza and wine in Johannesburg before my flight back to Sydney.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Moving onwards and upwards
After having two weeks off, tomorrow I will head back into the advertising world on a much smaller scale.
I have pretty much downsized from the big well known internationals, housing anywhere from fifty to a hundred people to a local, small sized agency with a team of people that I can count on with my two hands.
I feel like there will be a major culture shock, I have had to be strong, assertive and thick skinned in the big agency environment, you have to or you will not succeed and be noticed. That's what big agencies are about, being noticed, being the gun account handler, the star.
I was told that I would have to tone that down now, that my strong personality will cause angst, stress and it will effect the rest of the team. The thing is I never even thought of myself as being able to project that sort of vibe, and have never realised how much my personality can affect others around me. It was a little weird to be told that I am a 'powerful woman'. When I think of a woman with that sort of power and influence I think Oprah, Madonna, but me?
I am a little nervous about tomorrow, I hope that this has been the right decision. My heart is set to go overseas, but now, it will have to be put on hold again for the third time in two years. When will I make it? I gave myself a goal of twelve months, but it will probably have to be in at least two or three years.
The last two weeks, I lived and let myself go, closed the last chapter and now tomorrow begins the new. Like I said before I feel like this year has only just begun.
I have also decided on surrounding myself with positive people, I caught up with an old friend this week and I found all we could talk about was the past, and on things that were not even positives in life. I felt there and then that if I was to continue our friendship, things would not be better for me, it would only cause a halt with what I needed to do to progress and get everything I need to in my life in place. By staying in this friendship a lot of my goals I wanted to reach have stalled, and this has been over the last two or three years, and I am still trying to reach those same goals I wanted to achieve in twelve months.
I woke up this morning and realised that I needed to cut contact and deleted the phone number.
Tomorrow the 28th March:
1. Start of a new job
2. Two weeks of no carbs
3. Two weeks of no alcohol
I'll let you know how it goes.
Yours truly,
Miss A
I have pretty much downsized from the big well known internationals, housing anywhere from fifty to a hundred people to a local, small sized agency with a team of people that I can count on with my two hands.
I feel like there will be a major culture shock, I have had to be strong, assertive and thick skinned in the big agency environment, you have to or you will not succeed and be noticed. That's what big agencies are about, being noticed, being the gun account handler, the star.
I was told that I would have to tone that down now, that my strong personality will cause angst, stress and it will effect the rest of the team. The thing is I never even thought of myself as being able to project that sort of vibe, and have never realised how much my personality can affect others around me. It was a little weird to be told that I am a 'powerful woman'. When I think of a woman with that sort of power and influence I think Oprah, Madonna, but me?
I am a little nervous about tomorrow, I hope that this has been the right decision. My heart is set to go overseas, but now, it will have to be put on hold again for the third time in two years. When will I make it? I gave myself a goal of twelve months, but it will probably have to be in at least two or three years.
The last two weeks, I lived and let myself go, closed the last chapter and now tomorrow begins the new. Like I said before I feel like this year has only just begun.
I have also decided on surrounding myself with positive people, I caught up with an old friend this week and I found all we could talk about was the past, and on things that were not even positives in life. I felt there and then that if I was to continue our friendship, things would not be better for me, it would only cause a halt with what I needed to do to progress and get everything I need to in my life in place. By staying in this friendship a lot of my goals I wanted to reach have stalled, and this has been over the last two or three years, and I am still trying to reach those same goals I wanted to achieve in twelve months.
I woke up this morning and realised that I needed to cut contact and deleted the phone number.
Tomorrow the 28th March:
1. Start of a new job
2. Two weeks of no carbs
3. Two weeks of no alcohol
I'll let you know how it goes.
Yours truly,
Miss A
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Maya - keeps you wanting more
I'd like to tell you all about a little place on Toorak Road in Melbourne called Maya.
It's a tequila bar with a Mexican inspired menu to die for. I am really enjoying tasting menus at the moment and Maya has just that.
The chicken ribs for example are absolutely divine. Whenever I think of ribs I think American style pork ribs. Or even beef ribs. I would never have thought of these dainty, extremely meaty and tasty chicken ribs. Whats more, they were not greasy, marinated and served in a finger licking tasty sauce that I would continue licking from until the plate was clean.
It's a tequila bar with a Mexican inspired menu to die for. I am really enjoying tasting menus at the moment and Maya has just that.
The chicken ribs for example are absolutely divine. Whenever I think of ribs I think American style pork ribs. Or even beef ribs. I would never have thought of these dainty, extremely meaty and tasty chicken ribs. Whats more, they were not greasy, marinated and served in a finger licking tasty sauce that I would continue licking from until the plate was clean.
Another share plate on the menu is the grilled corn on the cob. This isn't usually a dish I would expect to find on the menu either, and I must admit it does require some level of skill to be able to eat it properly.
Simple but delicious idea, but as I said it does require a certain amount of skill to eat. See below for exhibit A - how two pieces of corn have been eaten.
I would have loved to have eaten a lot more especially the Fundido Con Chorizo but with our pre-dinner drinks and snacks earlier on, I could only order a few small dishes. But the Fundido Con Chorizo does come highly recommended. Pan fried chorizo, with cactus, spinach and mushroom, topped with melted cheese - what is there not to love? My mouth is watering thinking about it and I am quite upset that I didn't get to try a lot more this trip.
It is the best excuse however to head back over to Melbourne soon, very soon, as it won't be long until I start craving the food and margaritas again at Maya.
Yours truly,
Miss A
Maya Tequila Bar and Grill
74 Toorak Road
South Yarra
Melbourne 3141
To make a booking: 03 9866 8836
Dishes range from: $11.50 - $30.00
Monday, March 21, 2011
Drunk sexing - V2
I did have a previous post on this subject which I have deleted as I wasn't happy with it. On reflection, in addition to the structure and content, perhaps I also deleted it as it wasn't true to my heart.
Let's start again.
It's been awhile since I participated in a drunken one-night stand. Usually whenever I did have sex, even if it was casual, I at least participated in conversation, knew a bit about him and we both had an understanding that we did like each other or at least found a mutual attraction.
This drunken sex act however did not even have any conversation involved, yes we talked but it was social talk, and as you get after a few more drinks and shots of tequila, everything becomes nothing more than a blur.
I thought it was a little too easy when he said to me out of the blue, 'I think I should come home with you'.
And when I'm drunk and I think you're cute, I'm not going to say no.
I don't know if I can remember much of what happened, it was dark, we fumbled with clothes, we passed out and I woke up with him next to me.
He left with a short goodbye, no exchange of numbers, no conversation in bed, no next steps.
Back in Sydney and I just feel a little lost, a little weird that it all happened that way. It has been such a long time since I have done anything like this I wasn't sure how I should deal with it. No biggie I say to myself but I would have maybe preferred to find out if we did have a mutual attraction, if we really did want to sleep with each other rather than me believing that what happened meant nothing at all other than a drunken spontaneous decision.
Sometimes I do wish I could turn that button off in my head and in my heart, where I can just mindlessly pick up and get it on with someone, a total stranger and not even wanting to know their name or something interesting about them.
Well I actually tried and well, the button didn't stay off and I wonder about the whole idea of it happening and if it was all a forced effort and if there was any attraction there at all. It could very well and in which I truly believe it to be, an easy set up between friends, something that was a sure thing.
I wouldn't say that I would be too keen to get myself into such a position and make such a rash decision again. What probably did it was the excitement of being in a different city, and the idea of having sex with someone new instead of constantly heading back to my ex even if it was just to satisfy sexual urges and needs that we all have.
At the end of the day what happened was just a whole lot of fun, even if I do not recall most of it, I just need to remember that the excellent hangover that I got the next morning was definitely worth every bit of it.
Yours truly,
Miss A.
Let's start again.
It's been awhile since I participated in a drunken one-night stand. Usually whenever I did have sex, even if it was casual, I at least participated in conversation, knew a bit about him and we both had an understanding that we did like each other or at least found a mutual attraction.
This drunken sex act however did not even have any conversation involved, yes we talked but it was social talk, and as you get after a few more drinks and shots of tequila, everything becomes nothing more than a blur.
I thought it was a little too easy when he said to me out of the blue, 'I think I should come home with you'.
And when I'm drunk and I think you're cute, I'm not going to say no.
I don't know if I can remember much of what happened, it was dark, we fumbled with clothes, we passed out and I woke up with him next to me.
He left with a short goodbye, no exchange of numbers, no conversation in bed, no next steps.
Back in Sydney and I just feel a little lost, a little weird that it all happened that way. It has been such a long time since I have done anything like this I wasn't sure how I should deal with it. No biggie I say to myself but I would have maybe preferred to find out if we did have a mutual attraction, if we really did want to sleep with each other rather than me believing that what happened meant nothing at all other than a drunken spontaneous decision.
Sometimes I do wish I could turn that button off in my head and in my heart, where I can just mindlessly pick up and get it on with someone, a total stranger and not even wanting to know their name or something interesting about them.
Well I actually tried and well, the button didn't stay off and I wonder about the whole idea of it happening and if it was all a forced effort and if there was any attraction there at all. It could very well and in which I truly believe it to be, an easy set up between friends, something that was a sure thing.
I wouldn't say that I would be too keen to get myself into such a position and make such a rash decision again. What probably did it was the excitement of being in a different city, and the idea of having sex with someone new instead of constantly heading back to my ex even if it was just to satisfy sexual urges and needs that we all have.
At the end of the day what happened was just a whole lot of fun, even if I do not recall most of it, I just need to remember that the excellent hangover that I got the next morning was definitely worth every bit of it.
Yours truly,
Miss A.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Melbourne Bound
I'm off to Melbourne in a few hours and hopefully this time I will actually head to the Great Ocean Road. It is meant to be a beautiful drive and in the past I have not had the time to make a day out of it.
I am really looking forward to seeing my best friend and also to have more than a few margaritas. I'm pretty excited about finding out what's on the menu at one of my favourite bars in Melbourne, Maya. Their food is Mexican inspired, and the bar has always got such a great vibe about it you could easily spend the whole night in there and not realise it.
Melbourne has also always been about trying out new things, visiting new places and of course the shopping is always great. I will be spending a week there so I hope to be able to experience new bars, new restaurants and work out the card on new outfits.
But I better pack, I am always so last minute, I need to be at the airport in a few hours and here I am, still in bed, room a mess and without a suitcase in sight.
See you when I am back from Melbourne, I always have the best intentions of blogging whilst I am away, and I will try but it doesn't always create the right environment for me to do it properly.
Until then,
Miss A.
I am really looking forward to seeing my best friend and also to have more than a few margaritas. I'm pretty excited about finding out what's on the menu at one of my favourite bars in Melbourne, Maya. Their food is Mexican inspired, and the bar has always got such a great vibe about it you could easily spend the whole night in there and not realise it.
Melbourne has also always been about trying out new things, visiting new places and of course the shopping is always great. I will be spending a week there so I hope to be able to experience new bars, new restaurants and work out the card on new outfits.
But I better pack, I am always so last minute, I need to be at the airport in a few hours and here I am, still in bed, room a mess and without a suitcase in sight.
See you when I am back from Melbourne, I always have the best intentions of blogging whilst I am away, and I will try but it doesn't always create the right environment for me to do it properly.
Until then,
Miss A.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Dating part 2: Tequila saves me again
Last night I had a date, another 'blind-ish date', well we have been chatting for about a week.
No Janey around this time, but tequila came to the rescue once again. After a few margaritas, and an introduction to mezcal, I went off to Pocket bar to meet up with him.
I ordered another drink at the bar and saw this guy on his phone, looking like he was busy, I laughed silently and realised that I was going to have to do the approach and the initial hellos. To put it in a nutshell the conversation was full of contradictions and he just decided to pay me out the whole time. Which is fine initially, and I could laugh along but after awhile it got really exhausting!
Here is a snap shot of the conversation:
1. "I really don't like it when people talk about work because I think that's what makes them boring" - but then he kept asking me about work.
2. "I think you're a dork" but then follows it with "I think you're really cool" - but couldn't explain the reasons why he thought I was a dork.
3. "Oh is that an i-phone that you have there? Oooo that's an i-phone?" - annoying much? He had one too.
4."You live at home? Your cred just went down. You're in your 30's? Your cred just went down. You grew up in Maroubra? Your cred just went down" - why was I still hanging around?
5. "You went to Good Vibes? How old are you?" - and why was I still hanging around?
6. "I think you're really cool, you're interesting to talk to" - is this guy for real?
7. "I really feel like beer, pizza and a dvd, let's go" - how about no and how about, see you bye!
I left him on the street and went back to tequila.
He sent me a text later on in the night.
I ordered a round of shots.
Yours truly,
Miss A.
No Janey around this time, but tequila came to the rescue once again. After a few margaritas, and an introduction to mezcal, I went off to Pocket bar to meet up with him.
I ordered another drink at the bar and saw this guy on his phone, looking like he was busy, I laughed silently and realised that I was going to have to do the approach and the initial hellos. To put it in a nutshell the conversation was full of contradictions and he just decided to pay me out the whole time. Which is fine initially, and I could laugh along but after awhile it got really exhausting!
Here is a snap shot of the conversation:
1. "I really don't like it when people talk about work because I think that's what makes them boring" - but then he kept asking me about work.
2. "I think you're a dork" but then follows it with "I think you're really cool" - but couldn't explain the reasons why he thought I was a dork.
3. "Oh is that an i-phone that you have there? Oooo that's an i-phone?" - annoying much? He had one too.
4."You live at home? Your cred just went down. You're in your 30's? Your cred just went down. You grew up in Maroubra? Your cred just went down" - why was I still hanging around?
5. "You went to Good Vibes? How old are you?" - and why was I still hanging around?
6. "I think you're really cool, you're interesting to talk to" - is this guy for real?
7. "I really feel like beer, pizza and a dvd, let's go" - how about no and how about, see you bye!
I left him on the street and went back to tequila.
He sent me a text later on in the night.
I ordered a round of shots.
Yours truly,
Miss A.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
A Weekend of Trashy TV
It has been awhile since I have had the time to watch my favourite TV shows: Gossip Girl and Glee.
But the advantage of not having time is there is the backlog of episodes to catch up on. And I just love it when I just sit in on a Saturday night and just watch it all at once.
2 episodes of Gossip Girl - totally awesome trash, and the fashion is amazing but I love how it now delves a little into the dark side, drug deals and life threats... how exciting.
4 episodes of Glee - how I have missed watching this, I was reminded of my little crush on Puckerman and I was actually bopping to Justin Bieber... unbelievable.
A little surprise to add into the mix, sometime last year I watched what I thought was the series finale of Brothers and Sisters. The multiple car crash, the diagnosis of HIV, Robert not making it - I mean it all came to a great finish and I believed it was 'The End'. Then I found it. Season 5 - one year after it all happened. Drama, new drama, yes.....
I finished with Love and Other Drugs - out of 10?
... 2.
Apart from seeing loads of Anne Hathaway's boobs (1 point), and dreaming into Jake Gyllenhaal's blue eyes (the other point), I was bored and Anne Hathaway was annoying.
The TV/Movie-a-thon:
Time started: 1.00pm
Time to bed: 2.30 am
Yours truly,
Miss A.
But the advantage of not having time is there is the backlog of episodes to catch up on. And I just love it when I just sit in on a Saturday night and just watch it all at once.
2 episodes of Gossip Girl - totally awesome trash, and the fashion is amazing but I love how it now delves a little into the dark side, drug deals and life threats... how exciting.
4 episodes of Glee - how I have missed watching this, I was reminded of my little crush on Puckerman and I was actually bopping to Justin Bieber... unbelievable.
A little surprise to add into the mix, sometime last year I watched what I thought was the series finale of Brothers and Sisters. The multiple car crash, the diagnosis of HIV, Robert not making it - I mean it all came to a great finish and I believed it was 'The End'. Then I found it. Season 5 - one year after it all happened. Drama, new drama, yes.....
I finished with Love and Other Drugs - out of 10?
... 2.
Apart from seeing loads of Anne Hathaway's boobs (1 point), and dreaming into Jake Gyllenhaal's blue eyes (the other point), I was bored and Anne Hathaway was annoying.
The TV/Movie-a-thon:
Time started: 1.00pm
Time to bed: 2.30 am
Yours truly,
Miss A.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Drunk calling
After a few drinks at Hugo's, a few of us went to a friend's place for some wine. We ended up staying for more than a glass and started talking about the lack of 'booty' in my life at the moment. A gal I was chatting to started telling me about the available bachelors in her life. I can't remember why or how, but she happened to make a call to one of them on my mobile.
I then decided to introduce myself to him via a text message:
'Hi! I'm Amanda, what's your name?'
I woke up this morning and realised that I must've called him around seven or eight times in the span of about an hour . To make the situation even more confusing is that whilst I was calling him I was calling someone else and I am not sure who I spoke to or if I spoke to any of them at all!
Conclusion:
I function better on tequila than wine
Yours Truly,
Miss A.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Daddy's Curry
I have had curries at Mamak, Mauritius, Thailand, Malaysia, my Aunty's Malaysian eatery but I still think that my Dad's curries are pretty much my favourite.
OK - so the fish masala in Mauritius was pretty delicious but tonight I had my Dad's fish-head curry that pretty much competed for first place in the fish curry sector.
Hands down, I have never tasted a lamb curry better than Dad's and normally when fish curry is cooked at home I don't normally get too excited.
Don't know what happened tonight when I had dinner, maybe it was the mountain of freshly made roti, a weakness for me, I could have eaten about five pieces but I stopped at my second.
Tonight's curry was the right consistency of flavour, spice and thickness. And when I eat roti and curry it always tastes better when I use my fingers. Finger licking good indeed.
Take a look!
It was fish-head curry but I didn't see the head, normally it's around a third to half of the fish anyway depending on the size, the head part rather than the tail part I guess. Fish-head, fish-tail, I'm sure whichever part Dad used it would still taste delicious.
The thing about Dad's cooking is that he cooks from the heart, and that is probably why it's one of my favourite places to eat - Dad's kitchen.
Yours Truly,
Miss A.
OK - so the fish masala in Mauritius was pretty delicious but tonight I had my Dad's fish-head curry that pretty much competed for first place in the fish curry sector.
Hands down, I have never tasted a lamb curry better than Dad's and normally when fish curry is cooked at home I don't normally get too excited.
Don't know what happened tonight when I had dinner, maybe it was the mountain of freshly made roti, a weakness for me, I could have eaten about five pieces but I stopped at my second.
Tonight's curry was the right consistency of flavour, spice and thickness. And when I eat roti and curry it always tastes better when I use my fingers. Finger licking good indeed.
Take a look!
It was fish-head curry but I didn't see the head, normally it's around a third to half of the fish anyway depending on the size, the head part rather than the tail part I guess. Fish-head, fish-tail, I'm sure whichever part Dad used it would still taste delicious.
The thing about Dad's cooking is that he cooks from the heart, and that is probably why it's one of my favourite places to eat - Dad's kitchen.
Yours Truly,
Miss A.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Moving on
My 'follow up' review was this afternoon. And even though I was totally prepared to come out of that meeting room unemployed, it didn't stop my heart from beating through my chest, so hard I could feel it in my head.
I remembered when I was made redundant a few years ago, I broke down, cried, poured my heart out to people who didn't care. They gave me a cab charge, and I had to leave immediately. By the time I got to my desk, my computer was locked, I walked away in shame even though I did nothing wrong.
Today was different. I went in proud and stood my ground, told them I disagreed with their comments and told them I knew I was good at my job. She was shaking, and didn't make eye contact, nervous, the first time I have ever seen her like that. It lasted less than five minutes, I smiled and said 'this agency wasn't for me anyway'.
I walked out without a tear in my eye and felt a sense of freedom and relief but also scared, no job in three weeks, my last pay will mostly be eaten up by negative leave I have to pay back.
My best friend has been with me the whole time, she read through my contract and told me my rights, she gave me the confidence to go in there and believe in myself when times like this I would normally doubt my own worth, capabilities and value.
This I hope will be my last awful multi-national agency experience, for an agency that claims to have been around awhile, it definitely shows. Conservative, old-fashioned, followers of trends and trying to catch up with everyone else after they have already left and moved on.
Onwards and upwards, a new door to open, one brighter, happier and much more creative, one where I am happy to open and one where I can go to work and smile, laugh and just be around inspiration and innovation.
I feel like 2011 has just begun.
Yours Truly,
Miss A.
I remembered when I was made redundant a few years ago, I broke down, cried, poured my heart out to people who didn't care. They gave me a cab charge, and I had to leave immediately. By the time I got to my desk, my computer was locked, I walked away in shame even though I did nothing wrong.
Today was different. I went in proud and stood my ground, told them I disagreed with their comments and told them I knew I was good at my job. She was shaking, and didn't make eye contact, nervous, the first time I have ever seen her like that. It lasted less than five minutes, I smiled and said 'this agency wasn't for me anyway'.
I walked out without a tear in my eye and felt a sense of freedom and relief but also scared, no job in three weeks, my last pay will mostly be eaten up by negative leave I have to pay back.
My best friend has been with me the whole time, she read through my contract and told me my rights, she gave me the confidence to go in there and believe in myself when times like this I would normally doubt my own worth, capabilities and value.
This I hope will be my last awful multi-national agency experience, for an agency that claims to have been around awhile, it definitely shows. Conservative, old-fashioned, followers of trends and trying to catch up with everyone else after they have already left and moved on.
Onwards and upwards, a new door to open, one brighter, happier and much more creative, one where I am happy to open and one where I can go to work and smile, laugh and just be around inspiration and innovation.
I feel like 2011 has just begun.
Yours Truly,
Miss A.
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