Thursday, March 18, 2010

I'm not that girl..

Ahh... back from a night out. The first I've been to in a long loooooooooooooong time.

My temporary housemate invited me out, with the promise that I'll be meeting some of her fellow German peeps. So I met them, one Kenyan, one Iranian, and three other Germans (which i think included one of Middle-Eastern descent).

Whats hotter than a hot guy? A German hot guy, lol *gets slapped*

Well ok ok he's not HOT hot like chiselled euro-model-dude kind of hot (omg Stefan aka "GermanClarkKent" come baaaaack ;__;). He just looks annoyingly like that Dexter actor guy, and I like the Dexter actor guy, and so I kept staring at his face. Oh yeah not to mention weeks of social isolation meant that I ACTED LIKE A EFFING TOOL AROUND HIM. I can't believe the rubbish that flowed out of my mouth. OMG I want to crawl into a hole and die. But yes, I thought he was dishy.

Unfortunately hotness has a sort-of girlfriend. She was pretty hot too. More like lukewarm actually. But still, pretty. And mega nice, she smiled at me lots and let me steal a sip from her drink. I think she's trying to hit on him, but he's not reciprocating much?? DAMMIT WHY AM I SUCH A TOOL? I actually believe I may have had a chance to at least meraba-raba him in feigned drunkeness had I not cared so much about what other people think (heck i'll be gone in 3 days and barely anyone will remember me! :D)

Meh. No fate, no fate... =_=

Or maybe, no booze... no balls.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Hunter Valley Wine Tour

Last Friday I went on a tour with Linny to the Hunter Valley, NSW's wine country. It was only a few days ago yet it feels like weeks have gone by since I hugged her goodbye at Broadmeadow station (in fact, she's probably on her way back to Perth as I type!). Time goes by fast indeed.

The first vineyard we visited was Drayton's. That was my first time tasting Verdelho. I can't remember what I thought about it but apparently I seem to have scribbled "not bad!" next to it on the list of wines provided. Then they served a white wine named "Lily" which I thought was ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS. Sweet, like the Botrytis Semillons, but without that heavy sticky syrupy consistency. At 24$ a bottle, I kinda regretted not picking it up. Boo.

Next stop was McLeish Estate. It had an emblem with a cat(i think? or an ugly lion) on it, and an odd motto "Touch.Not.The.Cat.Bot.A.Glove". Beats me what it means. The wines were ok-ok only, but one thing that stood out was their Shiraz. I hate drinking Shiraz, at Drayton's I thought it tasted salty and spicy and hard to drink (excuse me if thats totally different to what Shiraz is supposed to taste like, I was sick so all aromas were lost on me. I could only taste sweet, salty, sour and bitter. :/) But the one served at McLeish was very drinkable.

At this point my head is hammering. Helloooo hangover. Apparently I'm not even red yet. The next stop we make is at the Smelly Cheese Factory. Sampled some cheese. Everyone else bought gelato while I make a date with the toilet bowl *hurl*. Caught my reflection in the mirror. Not a hint of red except my eyes, and my face was pale with a green tinge to it. Yikes. 

The third vineyard was Kevin Sobel's. I sat out at this one. Just spent more time in the toilet, emptying my stomach of all alcoholic contents and wishing my head would stop throbbing. I asked Linny how the wines were. She says there was one interesting red wine which tasted like a white wine and was sweet.

Next stop: Lunch, followed by McGuigan's. This time I felt much better after hurling so much, plus now there is some food in my stomach. So I decided to take only 2 small sips per sample (no matter how tasty Botrytis wines are!) and toss the rest. All was quite so-so. I bought a bottle of 2008 Noon Harvest Merlot for less than 18$, because it was nice and sweet and surprisingly refreshing served cold. And cheap too, lol. 

The last stop we made was the Golden Grape Estate. They served only liquers and port. Which was a dead shame coz i tossed most of it away. A little sakit hati to toss them especially when some of them were like 10 years old. And one 25 year old one, older than me ok! The finale waswhen all of us had to down a shot of Dragon's Breath together. Dragon's Breath is butterscotch schnapps with rosemary and a chili padi (bird's eye chilli) in the bottle. OMG liquid fire. All us ladies shouted out the pain when we were done. But me and Linny held our cool while the Swedish and Norwegian chicks were clamouring for the iced water.

Then we headed back to Newy. The end. Lol, I am only posting this so I can remember which wines to buy when I go back to the Valley for my placements. Plenty of time to buy.

Hoo-bloody-ray! (really!)

My period came last night. I have never been happier to see it before.

For the first time in years I started worrying when it didn't show up on time (10 days late!). Not that I've been engaging in any activities that would give me due reason to be worried =_=. (still as pure as the driven snow~~ if you don't count my polluted mind *cough*)

I just don't like it when the only thing about me that runs like clockwork doesn't run like clockwork anymore. Also makes me feel a little powerless because I used to have control over my periods back when I was on the Pill. Oh yeah, 3 periods a year. Awesome. Plus I always knew when it would start and when it would stop: which was whenever I wanted it to. Powerrrrrr....

Now I have to rely on my unreliable hormones. Speaking of hormones my face is like the moon again. Not enough acne to warrant starting the Pill again (oh, glowy glowy skin!) but bad enough to make me fret. When will my skin ever grow up??

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Sydney and Sickie

Wow I am travelling alot these days! Back from Melbourne only to warm my bed for 2 nights in Newcastle before zooming off to Sydney for the weekend with Linny.

When I got there on Friday morning we met up and had lunch at an old time favourite, Dining Bar Musashi in Pitt St. Haven't been there for a long time ever since Din Tai Fung was discovered nyeheheh. Walked around the city abit, then it started raining. So we made our way across Hyde Park, paused to watch some angry old Italian/Greek men playing giant chess, passed a cathedral which I didn't even know existed and then we arrived at the Barracks Museum. Oh, we didn't really know how to pronounce barracks... was it beh-wrecks or bah-rahks like Obama? Lol.

Then we made our way to Balmain to Linny's cousins place. They've got a really nice place facing the waterfront. We got ready to go out and watch Wicked !!! Somehow I felt the cast was singing or speaking unnaturally fast, the only problem is I can't remember if its fast compared to the last time I watched it in Sydney or compared to the American Wicked OST found on Youtube. Nevertheless its always nice to watch Wicked. Fiyero was definitely kissing Elphaba alot more this time (and longer too!)!! O_O.

After the show we went across the street to Chat Thai and had dessert. Mango sticky rice pudding!! And yau char kwai with pandan custard. Mmmm...

On Saturday I took Linny to La Rennaisance cafe at the Rocks. We both had ham and cheese croissants (which i still say are the best i ever had!) and she had a rose macaron. We nommed it all down at the waterside, with the seagulls eyeing is hungrily. Yikes. After demolishing the food, we walked to the Observatory, bummed around a little, played with a large telescope and then we left. We made our way back down to the Rocks where they had markets and bazaar going on. Plenty of things to see and buy. We managed to see a guy hand blowing glass, and he made a glass slipperstilleto! Went back to Balmain, and Linney's cousin took us to dinner at Churrasco's in Coogee, which was a brazillian BBQ place, or a churrascaria. Hahah I am a pig I ate so much I nearly exploded. To the point where I could not stand up straight. Then we had to walk uphill to get to the car. And when we got into the car it started sliding backwards downhill a little!!!!! Too heavy lol.

On Sunday we went to Cabramatta. I have heard about the town on various foodblogs, its somewhat a mecca for all thing asian or Vietnamese. We got there around lunchtime, stepped out of the tarin station, and were greeted by a wafting aroma that could have only come from ASIA. Having no map or sense of direction, we just followed our noses and the masses of people to the main street and Cab. We could hear the ching-changs of a lion dance troupe which is surprising as the last day of Chinese New Year was way behind us. Nevertheless we went to kaypoh before finding a shop to eat. While walking around the main street food-hunting, you feel as though you're no longer in Australia. I felt like I was at home, walking around Petaling Street, or maybe some street in Thailand's Pra Tun Nam district. You'd have butchers and fishmonger shops with very un-vegetarian friendly displays right next to the clothes shop selling pasar-malam worthy clothes. Something you don't see at the local Aussie mall everyday. And the smells that mix!! Meaty rankness and the smell of dyed fabrics (and somewhere in the background, the faint smells of herbs and spices from the Pho noodles that beckon you to come and eat)! And the noise of the people yelling to sell their wares or trying the make themselves be heard over all the noise in fast Vietnamese or Cantonese.  An assault on the senses.

We found a Pho noodle shop at the end of the street and had some lovely Pho. The soup was yummy, yet very clear. Delicious. And I also learnt you should never leave iced Vietnamese coffee until the end of your meal because by then its a diluted watery drink that doesnt have a semblance to the awesome drink it is when it was first served. All that kau-ey goodness, all gone :(

After lunch we walked back down the street, Linny got a sugarcane drink (they add orange juice in their sugarcane juice!)  and I got some custard puffs. Shopped around a bit, got away with bargaining for a dress! Then we took the train back to Sydney because the shops close at 5. Somehow, thats the only Aussie thing about that place. Oh, and the free and clean public toilets too, haha. Back in Sydney we hung around home a bit before heading out for a late night supper at Mamak in Chinatown. While queuing up to get in I was oggling the boys in the window who were making the roti when who should tap my shoulder but Stuey. Fancy seeing him there. Anyways, we got in, and I got a standard roti chanai and it came with 2 curries and a small dollop of sambal. The sambal is so delicous! The dhal looked deceptively mild but it made me sweat! The curry was ok but I didnt finish it. Chicken satay was quite good too, but then again I hardly eat satay so I can't be a judge of that.

You do realise at this point I was supposed to be back in Newcastle lol. But no, Sydney was too good to give up.

On Monday we went to the Fish Markets in the morning. I had 1/2 a lobster mornay, an oyster mornay and an oyster kilpatrick, and a grilled scallop. I also got a box of cooked whitebait. Lin had a cold seafood platter that had some cooked prawns and a whole lobster. She also had the oysters mornay and kilpatrick and a grilled scallop. We got some fruit and we made our way to Darling Harbor. We walked the bridge that crosses the harbour and then crossed to Chinatown. Walked around the clothes shop abit, it seemed that the whole of Sydney was on sale sale sale. Bought some tea from Ten Ren teashop. Went and got some eggtarts and char siu soh  from Emperor Garden cafe to bring back for Lin's cousins for dessert :D.

Attempted to get some food at Adriano Zumbo cafe but FML when we got there the cafe was closed!!!! So we went to the shop instead to see what we could buy, and the only appealing things left were the macarons (the cakes were to funky for my tastebuds). Was prepared to buy some black sesame macarons when i saw a fly land on the macarons. Zap. Instantly my desire for anything in the shop dissapeared. So we made our minds up to try again tomorrow. Then we, the heroes that we are, decided to try walking back to the apartment using small "shortcuts". And so we ended up at the wrong side of Balmain, utterly lost and without an inkling of where we were. After calling for help and directions we finally made it back after an hour of walking around aimlessly.

When we got back, Mei was preparing a home cooked meal for us. I was having a mega sore throat signalling the start of a cold. It was really warm so we went for a dip in the pool and had a girly talk time while swimming about. Got back, had a shower, and enjoyed beef in bulgogi sauce, fried eggs, and stirfried choy sum with rice for dinner with my osmanthus green tea. Delicious! Then we had the desserts. Yum.

By Tuesday I am being forced to go back Newcastle. I seem to have forgetten about my need to go back and do work lol. We went to Balmain for breakkie at Adriano Zumbo cafe. Then we walked around the shops. Went back, packed and headed for the train station. Was a pig and was tempted to stay behiond for dinner at Miso @ World Square. The train left at 5.15 you see, but the restaurant opens at 5.30. So the restaurant wins. I had a tonkatsu and salmon sashimi set and Lin had an unagi bento. It was deliciousssssssssssssssss.

Got a 7.15 train back to Newy. Had to get off at Morrisset because of shitty trackwork. From there it was bus services to train stations. We got off at Broadmeadown at 10.20-ish. The bus was supposed to come at 10.28. By 10.50 no bus arrived, we were sitting on a crappy bench in a dinly lit street where the only other thing moving around was a stray cat. Creepy. So I cannot tahan anymore and called a friend to pick us up. Got home. Went to bed.

So this morning I am here, nose rosak and all, typing this. OMG I wanna go back to Sydney! I just hope Linny isn't already thinking that as she sits on my bed reading my Healthy Food mag :D

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Me!bourne

Yay I'm back from 2 happy happy weeks in Melbourne. Mainly coz I got to spend some time with the family :)

First we had reunion dinner on Chinese New Year's eve at Chinatown. There were celebrations there with lion dances at nearly every turn and firecrackers going off about every 10 minutes. Our dinner was at Kum Den Cantonese Restaurant, tucked inconspicuosly in a narrow alleyway in Chinatown. Yeah, my mom picked it because it said "Cantonese" (with us being Canto and all). But I think also because there werent any Hainanese restaurants around (her being one) lol.

Then the next day we had italian at Lygon Street. OMG I AM SO MAD I WANT TO HURT SOMEONE! Lies! Lies! Lies! Whoever said there is great Italian food at Lygon is lying! The experiences I had there was enough to put me off eating Italian on Lygon forever (sadly, this means missing out on the good Italian restaurants, if any =_=)

The first experience was after I got bullied into a restaurant by a bald Italian(?)  man. Basically some old bald dude with a heavy Italian accent which after a while i realised could most likely be put on. Oh and nearly every restaurant on Lygon has some bully outside their restaurant trying to harrass you into their restaurant while you're trying very hard to decide between the dozens and dozens of Italian restaurants which make up Lygon Street. So yeah. It had the word "Spagheteria" in its name so I thought they probably make decent pasta. Heck, which Italian restaurant doesnt? And they had Spaghetti alla Vongole on the menu! I was dancing in my seat. HAH! Big effing dissapointment. First the pasta was completeyl tasteless, they didnt use ANY salt. And I couldnt taste any hint of wine at all! And the second bit! Omg i want to cry ok. They completely chargrilled my clams into oblivion. I was so lookign forward to nice juicy bits of clam meat in white wine, and all i got were dried, burnt, black little crisps of what were clams, all shrunk into the size of half a pea. WTfreakingF.

Just so you know on a scale of 1-10 i rate it -100000. Michelangelo's back home did it so much better *drools while remembering*. But yeah. Next time we tried another place that did NOT have a big bully standing outside. Pasta was a tad better. Not the best, in fact very mediocre standard, but compared to the disastrous evening before it was way better. We ate with gusto. Oh, and the fettucine was amazingly chewy. Yum.

The next day we moved the Micchus into her new apartment. There I saw familiar face, some guy from SMDU. But he clearly ddn't recognise me. I don't expect him to anyway lol. Rented a car and then we went to Phillip Island. There we saw a koala upclose (it was crossing our path and we went as near as we could without getting into swipe-range), then we went to the penguin parade and saw the peguins! And now was baby season so there were so many fluffy, fat brown baby chicks!!! Or penguinlets, as i like to call them. So cuuuuuuute!! One small one was waddling around waiting for mommy penguin to come back and it waddled all the way up to me!! Just a short wire fence stopping it from hopping into my shoe. I was very tempted to reach out and grab the ball of brown fluff and take it home with me.

Met up with my cousins and took them out for dinner. Then met them 2 days later when we invited them to our place and cooked them dinner. I made carbonara the way it shud be made (without cream >.> *fussy*) and mom pan fried some lamb. Mmm yummy.

Then after a few days loitering around with my parents while Micchy was at orientation (we discovered Richmond, land of Ikea and various Vietnamese goodies... omg beef noodles! *slurp*) it was time for them to say byebye. We spent the day at Richmond, decided we liked one Pho shop better than another, then made our way to the Docklands where I heard from the my cosuin that a Japanese festival was being held. We got there and saw people dressed in yukata. Instantly regretted not bringing mine over to Oz. I heard the Tanko Bushi song being played in the background and quickly grabbed Micchy and we rushed towards the dancing people and joined the line. Ahh.. its been 4 years since my last Bon Odori. I can still do the Tanko Bushi with ease but then they played the Tokyo Ondou and that really tested my rusty bon-dancing skills. The third song was one I never heard of before, but it was very cute. I remember parts where it goes "pon-pon-ponchararin" with rolling hand movements. Google tells me the song is called Tsukiyo no Ponchararin (click for video! its from NHK's Okaa-san to Isshou program). Oh, and again saw the SMDU guy there, camera in tow. Then after 3 days (this morning in fact) it was my turn to bid a tearful farewell to Micchy.

So I got back this morning into my tiny tiny room. Micchy's place is 3 times bigger. I miss Melbourne, the big room space, the countless asian faces (makes me feel at home lol), the city feel, the food. I miss Micchy. But at least I dont feel homesick anymore. I had my 2 weeks of fun. Now i have to get started on real work. Hello assignments. Hello prac. Hello 2010.