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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.