There are times when it's no so bad to get a sudden bout of insomnia, this unfortunately isn't one of those times.
Anyway I'm currently up Helsinki way, lying on my friend's couch staring at the ceilling. Helsinki's chilled, laid back and lots of fun. She also has a very cute polish housemate
but considering the last guest who stayed (her sis) jumped one of her house mates (he actually went to Tallinn today to meet up with said sister, and looked pretty damn happy about it) plus I'm shy and incompetent and have the timing of a angry, flea ridden skunk who's just ran into a pack of rabid starving wolves this may not be the best of ideas, plus it's me I've got absolutely no idea how said housemate feels about me at all and I'm leaving on Monday. 
Anyway I'm currently up Helsinki way, lying on my friend's couch staring at the ceilling. Helsinki's chilled, laid back and lots of fun. She also has a very cute polish housemate
but considering the last guest who stayed (her sis) jumped one of her house mates (he actually went to Tallinn today to meet up with said sister, and looked pretty damn happy about it) plus I'm shy and incompetent and have the timing of a angry, flea ridden skunk who's just ran into a pack of rabid starving wolves this may not be the best of ideas, plus it's me I've got absolutely no idea how said housemate feels about me at all and I'm leaving on Monday. amusing
Okay so europe updates, cousin's wedding was at first frustrating which resutled in the folowing being consumed- 3 glasses french cask wine (no beter than Australian stuff) 2 glases decent bordeauxian red, 2 glasses punch, 3 glasses champagne, then amusing (partiaully because of said alcohol also because of amusing indian guests who manaed to offend the Lao people by actually enjoying themselves in a non lao mannner) not the younger ones but more those 40+ and then not even all of them (and those that were offended probably would have ben offended any anything non lao in any circumstnce in life)
kind of negatives
I had to meet too many relatives again, it seems the purporse of my mother's travel was to meet relos and go to the tackiest places and take photos in front of them
I had to shave my head but not to 0 (which I would have preferred i I was going to lose my hair) but 1 and most of the relos don't speak english (the oldies peak generally spoke lao and young un's whatever the major tonge was so either french which can understnd every fifth word of or flemish which I can't)
truly fucking dark at
+ finally travelling by myself (thank god) I've discovered how true the accusations are of a fair number of czech people not liking people with darker skin, the racism is fucking annoying, particularly in shops and trying to ask directions on the streetm it's not even subtle I swear you can see the disgust in their faces. Fuck em. Seriously I'm used to odd stares but this is ridiculous I'm almost
note- apparently it's not just darker skinned people, it could just be a cultural thing/misinterpretation or a dislike of foreigners or those who speak english, basically any number of things
The positives
Food, food, glorious food, noms real baguettes rock, unpasturised cheese rocks, bordeuxian reds rock, german beers and wurst rock, country life (a little vegan place in Prague/Praha) is fantastic for cheap good tasty food, the difference in architecture over here just blows my mind and if I get around to uploading phots you guys will see it's become a bit more of a fetish) the followng people particularly rock right now, Nae for cheering me up when I lost my hair and for lending me her copy of the Lonely Planet Europe on a shoe string (which also rocks), Katleen from Belgium fantastic women whom would sit there with me and talk politics, race issues, food whatever came to mind till late and whose little family I absolutely adored.
I enjoy travelling particularly at my own pace and it does help that I'm alone in some ways for that still miss my friends of course, but I'm here and is most definitely an experience don't know how I'm going to deal with going back to the real world.
Okay so europe updates, cousin's wedding was at first frustrating which resutled in the folowing being consumed- 3 glasses french cask wine (no beter than Australian stuff) 2 glases decent bordeauxian red, 2 glasses punch, 3 glasses champagne, then amusing (partiaully because of said alcohol also because of amusing indian guests who manaed to offend the Lao people by actually enjoying themselves in a non lao mannner) not the younger ones but more those 40+ and then not even all of them (and those that were offended probably would have ben offended any anything non lao in any circumstnce in life)
kind of negatives
I had to meet too many relatives again, it seems the purporse of my mother's travel was to meet relos and go to the tackiest places and take photos in front of them
I had to shave my head but not to 0 (which I would have preferred i I was going to lose my hair) but 1 and most of the relos don't speak english (the oldies peak generally spoke lao and young un's whatever the major tonge was so either french which can understnd every fifth word of or flemish which I can't)
truly fucking dark at
+ finally travelling by myself (thank god) I've discovered how true the accusations are of a fair number of czech people not liking people with darker skin, the racism is fucking annoying, particularly in shops and trying to ask directions on the streetm it's not even subtle I swear you can see the disgust in their faces. Fuck em. Seriously I'm used to odd stares but this is ridiculous I'm almost
note- apparently it's not just darker skinned people, it could just be a cultural thing/misinterpretation or a dislike of foreigners or those who speak english, basically any number of things
The positives
Food, food, glorious food, noms real baguettes rock, unpasturised cheese rocks, bordeuxian reds rock, german beers and wurst rock, country life (a little vegan place in Prague/Praha) is fantastic for cheap good tasty food, the difference in architecture over here just blows my mind and if I get around to uploading phots you guys will see it's become a bit more of a fetish) the followng people particularly rock right now, Nae for cheering me up when I lost my hair and for lending me her copy of the Lonely Planet Europe on a shoe string (which also rocks), Katleen from Belgium fantastic women whom would sit there with me and talk politics, race issues, food whatever came to mind till late and whose little family I absolutely adored.
I enjoy travelling particularly at my own pace and it does help that I'm alone in some ways for that still miss my friends of course, but I'm here and is most definitely an experience don't know how I'm going to deal with going back to the real world.
Hooray I'm off to Europe next week *does little jig*
Been looking forward to this for so fucking long.
It's odd I've been feeling a little disconnected with everything around here anyway, but that's often the case for me.
Would love to know what's happening with the SGAU ball, because I'm hopefully coming straight back from Europe to go to Adelaide about two weeks after I get back anyway.
Unfortunately my ability to write blogs seems to have gone down the toilet.
Been looking forward to this for so fucking long.
It's odd I've been feeling a little disconnected with everything around here anyway, but that's often the case for me.
Would love to know what's happening with the SGAU ball, because I'm hopefully coming straight back from Europe to go to Adelaide about two weeks after I get back anyway.
Unfortunately my ability to write blogs seems to have gone down the toilet.
Fuck its been a while. A long while. I've been busy, I've often wanted to post but didn't know what to say/didn't have the energy etc. Today I still don't want I could say about the last couple of months. They've been busy. Really busy. Currently have a couch surfer from brissie on the couch, I'm mildly grumpy because Roadkill4snacks agreed to host them (I didn't) then dragged us both out to couch surfing event. I had fun, got lost for words (as those who have met me can testify to, I generally just babble crap like a fountain), but then Nikki (our goofy footed surfer) felt tired but Charles quite clearly wanted to stay. So I had to quit talking to really cute foreign girls (yummy, yummy hyper Spanish chick) and take our guest back to the apartment. I know I don't have to stay around, nor get in their space, but its polite to at least offer that option.
*Shakes fist* *Shakes fist harder*
Will try to catch up with the group stuff here. Just need to get my head out of my arse, and not get run over by an angry hippo with a machine gun.
*Shakes fist* *Shakes fist harder*
Will try to catch up with the group stuff here. Just need to get my head out of my arse, and not get run over by an angry hippo with a machine gun.
God fucking damn it, the new format just ate my blog post. Okay even quicker summary now that the fucking thing ate it. Its been a while, I went to the ball, great to meet new people and to catch up with people that I see about once a year.
I've moved into the city with Roadkill4snack, doing Nano again this year, didn't win anything on cup day whether it be a best dressed award or either of the two cup day sweeps I was in. Danced (not enough), Drank (again not enough), and caught up with an ex of mine.
God damn it she still does my fucking head in. Bloody intoxicating people, how much easier would be without them. Definitely easier. She's sitting there telling me how lonely she's feeling (on that level), how hedonistic she's feeling, how she's having trouble saying no and I still play nice, if merely for the fear she might say no
. Damn it now I'm really fucking horny. Damnable tease. 
I've moved into the city with Roadkill4snack, doing Nano again this year, didn't win anything on cup day whether it be a best dressed award or either of the two cup day sweeps I was in. Danced (not enough), Drank (again not enough), and caught up with an ex of mine.
God damn it she still does my fucking head in. Bloody intoxicating people, how much easier would be without them. Definitely easier. She's sitting there telling me how lonely she's feeling (on that level), how hedonistic she's feeling, how she's having trouble saying no and I still play nice, if merely for the fear she might say no
. Damn it now I'm really fucking horny. Damnable tease. I have eaten much good food today, and it was in an inane attempt to get a free but fantastic desert (which I managed to acquire) I managed to stun a god of the Melbourne food scene, two actually.
Quick run-down, I was at the taste of Melbourne with Nick and Nae, did a beer class with Chuck Hahn (who just advertised like there was no tomorrow, and bagged out his competition constantly) and ate much samples and more importantly food of many a fine restaurant.
There were a couple of things that stood out in the nine dishes we split amongst the three of us, a sher wagyu pie served with Liquorice infused pumpkin(mash) and a side of lightly seared wagyu, served along side a small truffled coleslaw (everything sounds more posh if its truffled) made by Circa the Prince and begrudgingly (at least from my side) the beef tataki served with ponzu sauce and garlic chips from Nobu, which was everything its been made out to be, the ponzu sauce was amazing (but Nobu is a franchise star powered restaurant that has a standardised menu all over the world) but definitely the stand outs for everyone (and we all agreed on this) was the Press club.
In a crowd of fantastic restaurants, the two things we got from there were mussels stuffed with spanakopita and the press club mastic pannacotta (which I swear we didn't get) and the maha turkish delight filled doughnuts stood out as just amazing. Clever, fun, clean flavours, beautifully presented and of course amazingly tasty, everything the Press Club is famed for. George Calombaris is a god.
and I stunned said god. After his cooking demo finished, they promised fantastic deserts (from one of the ventures of his pastry chefs) for people who would ask questions, so I made up the dumbest rumour I could think of, which was to ask him if he was going into venture with the first chef that I could think off the top of my head, and it just happened to be Greg Malouf (owner/chef of Momos). I claimed it was a rumour. George's head just snapped back in confusion " Greg is a great mate, but no". Hey I didn't care I got two free really good chocolate mousses (blood orange infused, with a confit blood orange). You'd think that would be the end of the story. Anyway later on, we're busy laughing about it, when oddly enough we end up in a spice stall which happens to be associated with... Greg Malouf, and Naomi says to me "there's Greg Malouf" and oddly enough over her shoulder there was Greg Malouf eating by some interesting coincidence one of the press club souvlakis.
We couldn't resist, we then turned around and engaged Greg Malouf in conversation and I explained to him that we had made a rumour about him and George working together. Greg's head snapped back (along with the cheese in his souvlaki), and he then explained that George and him had been booked together to do a dinner in two weeks by some corporate group. He asked me how I knew about it. I just said I had read a rumour in Epicure about it. Nick, Nae and I just pissed ourselves laughing. So there, in one night I had managed to startle two of the best chefs in Melbourne, not a bad way to spend the night along with good food, wine and friends.
Quick run-down, I was at the taste of Melbourne with Nick and Nae, did a beer class with Chuck Hahn (who just advertised like there was no tomorrow, and bagged out his competition constantly) and ate much samples and more importantly food of many a fine restaurant.
There were a couple of things that stood out in the nine dishes we split amongst the three of us, a sher wagyu pie served with Liquorice infused pumpkin(mash) and a side of lightly seared wagyu, served along side a small truffled coleslaw (everything sounds more posh if its truffled) made by Circa the Prince and begrudgingly (at least from my side) the beef tataki served with ponzu sauce and garlic chips from Nobu, which was everything its been made out to be, the ponzu sauce was amazing (but Nobu is a franchise star powered restaurant that has a standardised menu all over the world) but definitely the stand outs for everyone (and we all agreed on this) was the Press club.
In a crowd of fantastic restaurants, the two things we got from there were mussels stuffed with spanakopita and the press club mastic pannacotta (which I swear we didn't get) and the maha turkish delight filled doughnuts stood out as just amazing. Clever, fun, clean flavours, beautifully presented and of course amazingly tasty, everything the Press Club is famed for. George Calombaris is a god.
and I stunned said god. After his cooking demo finished, they promised fantastic deserts (from one of the ventures of his pastry chefs) for people who would ask questions, so I made up the dumbest rumour I could think of, which was to ask him if he was going into venture with the first chef that I could think off the top of my head, and it just happened to be Greg Malouf (owner/chef of Momos). I claimed it was a rumour. George's head just snapped back in confusion " Greg is a great mate, but no". Hey I didn't care I got two free really good chocolate mousses (blood orange infused, with a confit blood orange). You'd think that would be the end of the story. Anyway later on, we're busy laughing about it, when oddly enough we end up in a spice stall which happens to be associated with... Greg Malouf, and Naomi says to me "there's Greg Malouf" and oddly enough over her shoulder there was Greg Malouf eating by some interesting coincidence one of the press club souvlakis.
We couldn't resist, we then turned around and engaged Greg Malouf in conversation and I explained to him that we had made a rumour about him and George working together. Greg's head snapped back (along with the cheese in his souvlaki), and he then explained that George and him had been booked together to do a dinner in two weeks by some corporate group. He asked me how I knew about it. I just said I had read a rumour in Epicure about it. Nick, Nae and I just pissed ourselves laughing. So there, in one night I had managed to startle two of the best chefs in Melbourne, not a bad way to spend the night along with good food, wine and friends.
Okay today, the recently turned 19 year old decided it would be fun to be pretend to be indian on the phones, along with the idea she couldn't understand said what was being said to her (after all being indian, she can't speak or understand english properly)....
Okay just doing that in the cubicle I don't mind (as annoying and basically unfunny as it is), but there are at least six people who regularly correspond with our department from the sub-continent, so I sat there dreading it for a while, trying to hint that this was a really bad idea. Eventually the discussion got loud enough for our TL to come over and take aside to have a talk to her. I tried to explain to her why this joke was making me uncomfortable, her comment was if anything had gone badly it would have fallen on her and would have no effect on anyone else...
Jesus fucking christ, I don't know what I can say, shit, you think people are going to assume that everyone else in the department had no idea what you were doing. Your actions are obviously only going to reflect on you. Fuck and I'm the introvert, maybe I should start behaving like an aussie bogan and reach across and grope her *shudder* because after all that's what aussie bogans do and its only a joke right?
