Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Beauty and the Geek

Ali and I have been addicted to Beauty and the Geek - an American reality show which pairs up a beauty with a geek, they have to compete with a bunch of other so paired teams in all sorts of challenges to win $250,000. The point of it is for the geek to impart wisdom on the beauty and for the beauty to help the geek with his social skills.
It is the best show ever! But we've watched all of them so now we have to find something else to do.
I think the thing that we love most about it is how terribly stereotypical the contestants all are. The beauties are really really really dumb, beyond dumb, and the geeks are so awkward and socially retarded it's just hilarious. If we lived in America, we'd totally enter it.
I am dumb enough, and the 'beauty' part is questionable because some contestants look like transsexuals. And Ali can pull off a dork look until the makeover episode where they will wax his entire body (they seem to love to do that to all hairy geek contestants) and all the beauties in the house will fall for him. He'll have to pretend to be really awkward but I think he is smart enough to compete in the geek challenges.

Some of their challenges are: Beauties have to teach a year 3 class on a subject (maths, history, geography). Geeks have to mix a drink but make it all cool by flipping the things in the air etc (One geek tossed around a milk pitcher thing - obviously not for flipping, and milk went everywhere). Beauties have to have a debate (One beauty 'thought' for the entire time she was on stage so didn't say one single thing). Geeks have to get girls' numbers (One geek resorted to pretending he was gay to get numbers?!). Beauties had to get guys' numbers - one set had to wear really ugly clothing and no makeup, another set had a make-under, with bad acne scarring, fat suit, bad teeth, broken noses, hairy eyebrows etc. Geeks had to write and perform a rap.
Hm it's sounding very boring when I'm retelling it huh? Oh well.
I love trash tv. It's so entertaining.
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Saturday, January 24, 2009

Shit Fuck Mother Flip

My sister (currently hamming it up in Byron) came down for a one week stint, she'll be leaving on Monday.
I've been stressing out over it because it has inevitably involved almost daily family interaction and at the best of times, this interaction is strained. It is almost never the best of times. So I can safely say I've been all tense and irritable and depressed.

Firstly we had to have a family dinner on Wednesday (the day she arrived) only Ali and I arrived and had to wait half an hour before Mum, Dad and Olivia turned up.
The story, Olivia later that night relayed to us over coffee at Ice and Slice - involved Mum making Dad take a hundred million back streets, until he was lost and began asking Mum (notorious backseat driver who sits shotgun) where to turn next, whereupon Mum decides to tell him to do whatever he wants and refuses to give instructions, so he is ineffectually LOST, whilst she says things like "If you turn left you are going to ______, if you turn right you are going to _____, if you go straight you are going to _____." All of which of course, not being West Ashfield. SO Dad says "So... where should I turn to get to West Ashfield?" And Mum is all "I'm just telling you so you know where these roads lead you." But not answering Dad, of course.
Typical Mother bitch.

After dinner finishes we go our separate ways (Olivia with the parents, me with Ali) only as we decide to go to Newtown for a late night cuppa, decide to see if Olivia would want to come along. She does - and to the parents "Can you just stop the car?"
Anyway, she tells us that during that 10 second ride in the car, Mum has told Dad off for not noticing one of his friends' ex boyfriends. And it was all "You should have said hello to him, he saw you and wanted to say hello but he was waiting for you to see him but you didn't see him, but you should've because I recognised him and he was your friends' ex boyfriend." To which Dad was all "Oh really? Well I didn't notice him or recognise him so I didn't know to say hello." And Mum continuing with her accusation "Well you should've recognised him. I was waiting for you to recognise him but you didn't. You should've have said hello, so rude, he was waiting for you to see him."
Dad "But I didn't see him so that's why I didn't say hello, if I had I would've."
Mum "Well you should've said hello. You should've recognised him."
Dad "But I didn't?"
Mum "But you should've said hello."
Dad "But I didn't see him to say hello."
Mum "Well I was waiting for you to recognise him to say hello, because he was your friends ex boyfriend and you should've recognised him to say hello."
To which Olivia interjects, and establishes that Dad didn't really know the ex, and it was an old friend, and it doesn't matter if he didn't say hello if the ex obviously saw that Dad didn't notice him at all so he himself decided not to say hello.

I sat there fuming over my ginger and apple gelato and thought, why didn't Mum point him out to Dad if she was so keen on them exchanging pleasantries instead of saving it for a stupid mind numbing roundabout accusation in the car.

That night Olivia and I relived old clothes circa 1990, weirdly enough we still fit (although our chests were constricted) into our matching outfits and we took some photos to commemorate. She is going to take my one to Byron to wear. Slightly disturbing that she fits into my old kiddie clothes comfortably. But good because this is recycling at its best.

Went to the city the next day and had Korean (she doesn't get much variety in the Bay) and did a spout of shopping before heading home for another family dinner. This time with the grandparents. Thankfully we had good food - chinese style eel (shits on Japanese style eel's arse because it actually resembles eel but they no longer serve it in a coil - aww), it was done in two ways, one salt and pepper, the other um... in a sauce, but not black bean, it had peel in it, this yummy egg white only silken tofu with seafood dish that is great for the toothless, Olivia craved this vinegar porkchop dish but we ordered wrong and it was a version of sweet and sour pork but yum and not fluro, and also gai larn (that chinese vege you get at yum cha - lerve it) and duck with taro joined together with a crisp layer, and um, I can't remember if we had anything else.

Then today had lunch with Dad and Olivia at Pho Pasteur and then a 5 minute visit to our aunt's place (she wasn't home. Visit: epic fail), but our Uncle was home but he isn't a talker. Then Olivia went to the city and I went to Burwood.

The worst thing is the parents had organised a get together to see Olivia for Sunday, which I agreed to, but Olivia can't make it so I am going to have to spend dinner with the family AGAIN on Sunday. But this time with aforementioned aunt and uncle at their house. Then Mum wants Ali to come over on Monday for a new year's lunch of veges. You know how asians make a giant pot of veges (shiitake, enoki, black fungus, goji berries, those white big lump berries that also go in sweets, bean curd sheets, carrot etc) for the new year? Yeah.

God! That's about all of last year's family gatherings lumped into January this year. Sheesh.
I just tell myself it it nearly over and there shouldn't be another until our cousin's wedding on the 1st of March. Which should be a bit more okay as I shouldn't have to make conversation in the mayhem of a wedding.

Oh, and Olivia informed me that that time, ages ago, when the mother told Olivia and Dad I was a prostitute because I wasn't home (I was actually in bed but she refused to listen to them) and then she came into my room and lifted the covers and bent over and stared at my exposed lady bits (I was frozen in what-the-fuckness as I was awake as soon as the door opened but feigned sleep because it was too bizarre to 'wake up' inconveniently during this pervy gyno exam) and how Mum and I had a mother of an argument when she kept trying to open the shower door - as in the shower - she'd already opened the bathroom door (she removed all locks bar her door) and was trying to open the shower door - I was showering of course, and I screamed out that I knew she called me a prostitute blah blah big fight whilst trying to keep shower door closed and keep soap suds from blinding me - ANYWAY that was the background.
So Olivia newly tells me that the next day, when Dad was driving her to the station, he said to her that she shouldn't have told me about what Mum said about me, as she knows Mum is crazy and that she 'doesn't mean' what she says, that she is insane, he used the chinese word 'insane/bad shit loony crazy - deen' and see, you went and told her and then they had that fight. Implying it was Olivia's fault that the fight escalated so. Olivia told him she doesn't care if Mum is crazy, she needs to learn not to say things like that because there are consequences.
She cried when she got out of the car.

I was shocked to hear this because I was under the impression Dad actually stood up for me as he told Mum to 'check her room before you say things like that' - although that resulted in her looking at my bits and telling Dad to come and look because I was "naked and will catch my death of cold." Of course saying it to mean I was obscenely naked (under the covers, in my room, with my door closed) and that Dad should look and see how bad I am being all naked and prostitutie. Thankfully Dad said no he wouldn't come look and just to cover me up.
Anyway, so I was thinking okay, Dad was sensible that time, but then Olivia tells me that story and it's like what the fuck?
Of course I shouldn't be too surprised because he DID kick me when I was down (literally) that time I answered back and pointed out that I couldn't be at fault for not receiving information that I didn't know existed because he hadn't told me but told my sister who didn't relay it to me but somehow it was MY fault that I didn't get the message and because I refused to be at fault for it he kicked down my door and dragged me downstairs and threw me and kicked me. I kicked back to avoid being injured (badly).

Anyway, family reunions just bring back stick-in-my-throat memories. I completely hate them.
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Thursday, January 08, 2009

Material Girl

We're all getting to THAT age huh? The age where every week you're hearing about yet another engagement. Not that it bores me. Well, other people's engagements that is. My own is old news now. probably due to the fact that we'd always known we'd be married one day, so it was more a matter of when than a matter of if.
There was never an if! It's comfortable and secure and that's how I like it. None of that tempestuous stormy will they won't they for us!

So I've been shopping a bit lately, but not buying anything, as I'm waiting for the items to go down to $30 - I know this is a bit of an impossibility but if they do, I score, if they don't and just disappear, than I haven't wasted any money, I will just have the rest of my life to regret not buying the thing.
Some things I have my eye on:

A Seduce knee length fitted deep sea green satin skirt. It has been reduced half price down to $80 but it doesn't fit very well... not tight enough to give it that sexy secretary look, it just looks comfy. It has this cool folding in the material that Porky said reminded her of a cockroach, but reminds me more of an armadillo. If I find it in a size 6, will try it on to see if I can get that sexy secretary fit. If it gives me muffin top, than it's a no go.

A black patent bag from Witchery (?) reduced again to half price, now $124.95. It is big enough to fit a toy pom, but not as big as my current giant bag. I never go for black or patent, but this bag won me over as it has a big black diamante spider on the front, and I'm a sucker for animal paraphernalia.

A pretty $80 full price summer dress, elastic waist, sheer material but with inbuilt slip, a pretty dusty violet colour with lots of flowery patterns in assorted dusty colours, flowing excess material just below the knee so you can spin around, and I love it! Except I forgot what brand it was and there was just the one on this rack of other by themselves clothes at General Pants. Will probably be gone by the time I go back.

A sexy, sophisticated satin boob tube dress by Pilgrim, deep violet, thick material so no underwear bumps or spray on skin look, emphasises waist then puffs out slightly at the bottom to give you a great shape and the bottom has this wonderful pattern where they've layered snips of fabric - oh I don't know how to explain it - $229.95 full price. It's short, above the knee, but because the style doesn't show off any boob and is quite conservative other than the length, it's perfect for a fancy shindig, like a wedding or an engagement or um... er.. a fancy shindig..

Anyway, I am also on the lookout for floor length skirts to wear in the hot weather. I love them but only have one. They are great for people with hairy legs.

Oh, and one more thing, I am after a Kate Sylvester swimsuit, 50's style I think it is, one piece, complete with frilly dress to modest-fy your butt area. I think it will be perfect for me! Well it better be as they are $200something each, and I'm counting on the bust area - a modest boobtube with straps rather than plunging style, to hold chicken fillets. And then I shall swim! Yay!

Ali has ordered me a hair crimper - actually it is called a three barrel curler, and it gives me mermaid hair! His sister has one so I used it one night and I slept on it and it was still good the next day! Ali thought I looked Korean with it the day after as It has gone a softer perm wave and I had it up. I had to put it down again after a while because my head was aching from having it up. My hair does not like being up.

Ali also got me a Hello Kitty game for my DS and it's not very fun. Maybe because it's aimed at 7 year olds or something.
I've been getting into Virginia Andrews again - that lady sure loves to write about incest. I don't know why that fascinates me, but maybe it's like that time when I was oohing and aahing over the cute little poms in the pet shop window and one started pooing and it was like, ew, then the other ran up to the first one and started eating the poo. And when the first one finished pooing it turned around and started eating the poo too and they were gobbling it down like it was a big brown chocolate mousse instead of a big brown steaming hot fresh mushy dog turd and Ali was trying to pull me away but ended up walking off whilst I stood there transfixed, glued to the window and watched them eat it up - gobble, being the perfect word for how they ate. And then after they were done and licked their cute little fluffy faces clean everyone around me who were also watching kind of gave each other silent looks of confused disgust and drifted off all unsettled. What was I talking about?
Oh yeah, incest. Yeah, don't do it, kids. And don't eat your own poo or let your friend eat it either.
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Monday, December 29, 2008

Fancy Pants

It's funny how I always end up eating off food when I'm home because Ali is at work (meaning he can't feed me). Tonight I had off dijonnaise. It was tasty. Few months old tasty.

It's coming towards the end of the year and I've been reflective of late, of the year gone, year to come, friends, the reshuffling of views or rather, the adding on to views which may result in their reshuffling. I have to say I'm always a bit glum when I'm reflecting, or else I'm always a bit fanciful. Glum or fanciful but never at the same time. Unless you like to dream up morose happenings. Hm, actually I do rather like playing the hypothetical game with Ali:

Me: "Ali?"
Ali: "Yes?"
Me: "What would you do if you had to choose between me or the baby - I'm going to die if I give birth to it, or you could save me but the baby would die. Who would you save?"

"You have to marry one of my friends - I'll name five for you to choose from - who would you marry and why, and why not?"

"Say you met the girl of your dreams, she was totally hot and perfect for you and way better than me, and you fall in love with her - what would you do? Would you break up with me to be with your perfect girl or stay with me because you shouldn't be cheating in the first place?"

"If you had the opportunity to cheat and I would never find out, and this girl is totally hot to trot and completely into you, would you cheat? Remember, I'd never ever ever find out."

"Okay, what if you had already cheated, and it was just a one night stand sort of thing, and I would never ever find out - would you tell me and obviously I'd break up with you, possibly punch you in the face, and never speak to you ever again, or would you not tell me and live with the guilt but I'd be with you and we get married etc?"

"What if you had to kill one of your cats - Angel or Snoop, you just have to, it's one or the other, which one would you choose to die and why?"

Ali: *Sigh*

Of course whatever he answers would lead onto more questions because there'd be a continuing worst case scenario and he'll eventually throw his hands in the air and laugh in exasperation and tell me I'm ridiculous because "THESE THINGS WILL NEVER HAPPEN! I'M NOT MARRYING TIFF AND I'M NEVER GOING TO HAVE TO KILL ONE OF MY CATS!"

It's always fun, and the more the scenario involves death or an ultimatum of some sort, the better. Perverse really. I guess I AM glum and fanciful all at the same time. But not always.
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Saturday, December 13, 2008

Half hearted attempt to blog again.

Day Two of being home:

I've had two minute noodles for dinner two nights in a row now and I'm feeling the MSG gurgling in my belly. Or that could be the macaroni and cheese that was purchased back when Fiona was down and they were to be emergency foods for our Hunter Valley weekend away. Not that there is anything wrong with some microwaveable mac and cheese, except for that fact that it was off by over a month but I figured my stomach was strong enough. I was wrong. Am wrong. Am gurgling tummy wrong.
I am going to stock up at the bbq I'm going to tomorrow and then Ali is going to see me after work finishes so I will be guaranteed more food so that I can try and last out the next home alone week as a fat, sleek, happy seal. Mmm, seals...
My dad asked me today if I boiled that pot of cabbage that is just sitting on the stove. I said no, obviously it's mums.

I guess it is time for a massive, yet brief, update on things that have been happening since... well since I stopped blogging.

1) I went to Japan with Ali and it was grand. We subsequently got engaged there and I am now carrying a lot of money in the shape of a useless lump of hard substance on my finger which I occasionally flash at ravens that I walk past. No, really, I flash them. In Japan, the crow stared at me then flew off in a huff, whilst at Yagoona train station the raven eyed my ring with interest (I'm positive) but kept his distance. That is respect. I kind of wish one would make a swoop for it just so I can say I fought off a giant black bird with glittery eyes and deadly beak who wanted nothing more than to adorn his house with my ring. That would be really cool because if there was a struggle it could only add to my ring's battle scars, which I can report took a beating in Japan from all the luggage lugging.
I'll post up some pictures of Japan when Ali burns them onto DVDs. Hopefully he does so soon as his computer is crashing a lot lately.

2) I got engaged. Just in case you missed it in point number one. We had an engagement dinner (for me it was obligatory, not for pleasure) in classy Smithfield, at an Italian restaurant opposite a kebab shop. Actually, the restaurant is really nice despite its dubious location and both sets of parents (that was the complete group - the 6 of us) enjoyed themselves as it was something different to what they were accustomed to. They got along and lasted over 2 hours so can't complain.
Perhaps if I actually got along with my parents or cared for the whole parent meeting thing I would've enjoyed myself a bit more, but as it stands, I definitely didn't organise this for the fun of it.
I know everyone wanted us to have an engagement party of some sort but we haven't bothered, although we've caught up with a few friends. The only thing I can think of when I imagine planning a party is if we can hire animals. It's all about the animals for me.

3) Ali and I went to New Zealand on a spontaneous 'Sydney sucks' one week trip, and it was... relaxing I guess. Because we compared it to Japan I guess it was a let down when things weren't as exotic, although we managed to try something uniquely kiwi every day that we were there.
Again, once Ali burns - hold on, they're all on my camera this time. Er... when I can be bothered to put them onto my computer I'll post some. Yes... this will be soon...

4) Hm, I can only think of 3 significant things that happened to me to post about. So I'll have to really think about this point number 4. How about Nhu, Porky and I getting together and making a lamb roast for our boyfriends/fiance? Yeah that's pretty amazing as we've never collectively done something like that, and we even topped it with a pecan caramel tart thing that totally didn't work. The cream and caramel reacted with the very hot pastry and it all melted into this big oozy mess. This meant the pastry was holding it all together but once I tried to slice it up into pieces, it just collasped and it was more a spooning of mush onto plate than a slice of tart. It turned into my impromptu engagement cake from the girls even though I mostly made it, haha, love those girls.

5) Okay point number 4 wasn't completely about me and neither is this point.
Ron left Australia to go back to Indonesia forever. The reason for leaving was heartbreaking but we promised to stay in touch via snail mail (and internet of course), so far we have failed miserably in the snail mail part of the deal but we'll get there. I'll miss him terribly but he has promised to come down for the wedding so that's an incentive to get organsing. Oh god, that's going to be a headache.

6) Okay this point has nothing really to do with me: Ali's younger sister had a baby a few days after Ali's birthday, his name is Zakaria and he is adorable. And after she had her baby, his older brother announced that he and his wife were expecting! So Ali's mum is absolutely stoked as she loves babies.

7) Okay this one is about me: I haven't cut my hair in a while, a very long while so it's growing rather long. Inspired by portraits of Maori women in a New Zealand art gallery who had hair down to her knees, I might attempt growing my hair again. I want to see how long it will grow before it stops. It's been down past my bum before so I have some long hair to beat. I doubt I will keep with this though as it will probably start looking scraggly by the time it nears my butt.

8) I came home to my doona (is that the name for the thing with duck down inside?) having a tear in it somewhere. I only figured this out when my spotless room suddenly had balls of 'dust' flying around near the foot of my bed and upon closer inspection the 'dust' balls turned out to look like wishing stars, completely fluffy and flyaway. After unsuccessfully chasing them down - with them leisurely floating away from me I sat on my bed with a huff only to find a billion of them suddenly poof out from under my bum. That's when I realised them came from my doona. Dammit all those wishes unrealised. Ali offered to buy me a new one but I figured I won't be there forever so not to waste the money.

Hey! My stomach ache has gone! Yessss, I guess my stomach acids have dealt with the off macaroni and cheese.

Okay I'm giving up on my blogging attempt. Otherwise my points are going to become even more mundane. And I can't be bothered to find pictures to correspond with the points that aren't about NZ or Japan so I'll do so next time. Maybe.
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

S'less?

Last night I was sitting in my bed, warming myself with the electric blanket Ali got me when I was hit by a craving.
Well actually, I wasn't really 'hit' by it all of a sudden, more like I decided to cave in to my craving.
So I pulled out the S'mores ingredients that date back to when Fiona was here and got down to business.
I remember Mars making it for us at Nhu's so I knew what to do (not that there is really that much to it), and my hands were starting to shake (when I get cravings and go too long without satisfying them, I literally shake like a junkie), and the only thing stopping me was the lack of a plate. I didn't want to go downstairs to get one because the parents were there, so I made do with an empty easter egg box. Mmm Guylian chocolates...

Anyway, I 'assemble' the Krafts air puffed marshmallow on top the honey oat graham crackers that I've eighth-ed and also the Hershey's chocolate, then realise I'm missing a freakin' skewer. I can't exactly use my flame torch on a marshmallow that I'm holding with my fingers because I'll burn my skin, but I still won't go downstairs so I decided I can roast it whilst it is on a cracker.

I had read the instructions on how to operate the stupid flame torch (used for creme brulees and the like) and it was all a bit complicated for me (being technologically challenged in an extreme way), but for my craving, I was willing to try and overcome that.
I'm really freaked out by warnings that say 'don't poke or else this will explode' etc so I was being really light fingered with the thing.

I manage to turn the thing on, but... nothing. No flame. I reread the instructions, try again, no flame. I'm getting jittery because my craving was now a NEED, so I decide perhaps I need to refill the thing with gas? So again, I follow the instructions but I think I put the nozzle thing in the wrong hole - well what I thought was the hole was just an indent?! so all that did was spray my fingers with gas and because I was holding it close to my face I got sprayed as well.
Okay so that didn't work, then I try for the other hole, which just looked like a screw??
I'm not even sure if it worked but I didn't see any gas in the air and for some reason, after two 'pumps' there were no more noises so I figured it was full.

I was getting really dizzy at that point and reread the instructions for the 10th time, and then read the stupid gas can which said inhalation can lead to extreme death (maybe I made the 'extreme' bit up) so you know, I was having these s'mores if it was the last thing I did last night, but what do you know, the flame still doesn't work.
I don't know what went wrong, so I try the refilling thing again, no luck, try lighting the flame again, nope, nothing.

I was dizzy from the gas, shaky from the craving, and had the raw s'mores ingredients assembled before me. So I had to just eat the s'mores as is with no toasting.
Damn you flame torch! damn you gas! Damn you overdue crackers!
Yes, whilst I ate my raw s'mores, I read all the info on the packets (I have a terrible must-read-everything habit) and realised the stupid crackers had expired a month ago.
I figured that would be about right, considering the marshmallows were also looking worse for wear, being all glued together and stuck to the insides of the packet... Mars did bring them all the way from America... quite a few months ago.

Anyway, raw s'mores taste like cooked s'mores without the cooked bit, overdue crackers have not done anything to me so far, the Hershey's chocolate tastes alright when masked by all those other flavours, but alone, tastes literally, like vomit.
I know this because I ripped open a bar when I had a chocolate craving last week and ate half of it to satisfy my craving but at the same time wanting to vomit because it tasted soooo foul.
Man, that stuff is so gross.

So I thought about it today and felt sorry for myself; that sad person, sitting under her blankets, eating raw, expired s'mores, a bit high from butane gas. And here is a thought that crossed my mind last night: 'I need Ali!'
To make my flame torch work!
And that is of course timely as tomorrow is our 3 year anniversary of dating, so what better time to know you need someone in your life, than when you're eating vomit chocolate. <3


I need this person for flame torch purposes.
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Monday, January 28, 2008

Plumcots

Yoohoo!
A quick post for the insomniac in me:
I am leaving!!!!
To go to Barrington Tops for 6 days!
I will be back on Sunday, and have not yet told the parents... it is almost 3am. Oopsie.

So an extremely quick update - Fiona came and left, after extending her trip another 3 weeks, I cried, as I am apt to do, when she left, and we have 29.9gb of photos. I have yet to collect any photos from other people's cameras, oh dear.

Today Ali and I went to Balmain - La Sangria, for some luverly spanish food. I am not usually a fan of paella or tapas but this place really takes it up a notch. We were accompanied by the ever sunny Sally, and we had a great time.
Afterwards, we went to a fruit shop and Sally bought some figs and plumcots (three magic beans to whoever can guess what they are) which we all ate. They were delicious! Sally is an avid fig fan, and plumcots have found an adoring fan in me.
I am particularly enamoured by their plush furry pelt... oooh...

Oh quick rundown, we had: chicken and seafood paella - the rice had bite but was also so juicy and steamy, with the seafood bouncing and not overdone. Two tapas, one was rabbit, the other was stuffed calamari. Rabbit was devine, the sauce was rich but not thick, and the calamari were not ringed, they were like little squids filled with mince and pinenuts and herbs, with a thick tromato based sauce, succulent.
Dessert was churros with hot spanish chocolate. Churros were sprinkled with sugar, hard outer shell to crunch on, revealing a rich sweet but not too sweet ample inside and the chocolate was drippy and real tasting. By real I mean, not too sweet, so that balanced with the churros.

Am fo' sho' going back there to have more paella and more tapas! Oh, and we had 'wild cranberry' juice and I really love how the colour looks against a sunny sky with all those clinking icecubes... today was so lovely!! Perhaps a tad on the hot side, but I'd rather this than rain, anyday!

Short update is now over as I have yet to make a dent in my 'To Pack' list, made more complicated by the fact that this place has no kitchen, only 'tea and coffee making facilities' so Ali and I have to pack pots and pans and gas stoves and chopsticks and plates and so on as I don't think I want to be eating out in the sticks for breakfast, lunch and dinner 6 days straight.

Tooroo!


Kat and Fiona, chipper at the airport.


Kat and Sally with their respective figs.
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Friday, December 21, 2007

Weekend away, random dogs and eyebrows.

Hello lovebirds!

Have not blogged in a while, am such a slacko, and have not really got much of an excuse.
Quick post to say: I'm excited because we've just very last minute booked a place in Hunter Valley to stay for the weekend! Does Friday night count as a weekend night? Well we will be staying Friday and Saturday night. I have not been away since Mai's Brisbane wedding! That was a while back!
I love the name of the place - Lovedale... aww.
Actually it's called Vineyard Hill, but it is at Lovedale.
No farm animals, or alpacas which featured at other places we looked at, but this place promises cheese, olives and chocolate - three of my favourite foods! So I guess that makes it okay.

On a side note, was looking through my folder (filled with photos), and came across some photos of me with a random dog. Anyway, on that particular day, Ron was using me as a model for his photography class, and I did my own make up (au natural look) but then his classmate who was an ex makeup artist decided to touch up a bit, on my lips and eyebrows.
I don't mind the lips so much, as I never wear lippy, so she was just au naturaling my too au natural lips, HOWEVER, what is with people always filling in my eyebrows?!
Okay, so they are a little on the patchy light side, and I don't think there is much harm in filling out the patchy bits, but colouring in my eyebrows to make them darker is always lost on me.
I don't think it improves my appearance, in fact, I think it makes me look more drag queen or ladyboy than ooh, au natural.
Anyway, it is supposed to look better in photos, even though in real life I look like I really need to shear off a couple of inches.

Here is me and the random dog after leaving the shoot.



Those are not my real eyebrows.

P.S When the sunlight hit my faux brows, they were a strange shade of bright flamin' red. Which I only figured out when I had gotten all the way back to Ali's place on different modes of public transport. Noice.
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Bleat

Tattered ears, clumpy fur, pus-ey eyes, missing limbs, protruding bones, open sores..
I pet mangy cats because they need love too.



And because they love me back.
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Highlights and lowlights of my week thus far

Highlight in direct relation to Lowlight

Highlight
1. Knowing what a 'Booby' was on The Chasers - 'duh it's a bird, sheesh, they'd never catch me floundering on that one.'

Lowlight
1. Never knowing an answer to any of the questions on preceding music trivia tv show Spicks and Specks.

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Highlight
2. Having my picture taken with The Cat In A Hat.

Lowlight
2. Looking like a two toothed hippie junkie hippo in the photo, meaning I can never show anyone.

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Highlight
3. Having Pugsley the girl Echidna burrow into my shoelace holes so hard it hurt.

Lowlight
3. Getting so excited I pressed the record button twice (start, then stop) and effectively only have 3 seconds of footage of Pugsley instead of the 5 minutes I was 'filming'.

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Highlight
4. Finding a black hair growing out of the side of my face and plucking it out with tweezers.

Lowlight
4. I have to wait for it to grow back now/I have a black hair growing out of the side of my face.

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Highlight
5. Really being able to taste the butter on my breadroll even though I am devoid of tastebuds right now due to being sick.

Lowlight
5. Alarming amount of butter on my breadroll proving to be nauseating by the last few bites, even through the protection of not being able to taste very well (because I'm sick).

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Highlight
6. Downing 15ml of Pei Pa Koa (Pei Pa Go) a few times a day because I'm sick, relishing the sweet stickiness of it and singing "A Spoon Full of Sugar' in my head each time.

Lowlight
6. Only being able to have 15ml each time, with a max of 75ml in a day... I could live on the stuff. Plus, the lid is really really painful to unscrew.

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Highlight
7. Getting a call from Ali half an hour after he dropped me off home to tell me he has sent me an email:

Hello Baby,
I have two interesting pictures for you! I pumped up my bike tyres just after dropping you off tonight, and then took my bike out for a ten second ride to check the pressures. I came across these strange animals which i believe are living just across the road. I sort of accidentally, unwittingly crept up on them and they made a mad dash to get away- complete with loud banging noises. I was sure i had just seen what i thought i had, so i went home and grabbed my camera. Now, the pictures are not the best, but i'm sure you can figure out just what i saw!

Yours in adventure,
Aloosh.




(I cropped the pictures so you wouldn't have to search for them in the dark)

Lowlight
7. Not being able to guess what they are for certain! I am ashamed!! I think they are sheep?! Or deer (impossible)?! Or foxes with no tails?!

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