addendums: food review - MEZ..

my friend CM (a.k.a mr. indiana jones) has brought to my attention that my readership isn't so interested in the lovey dovey crap about big mammal *mock shock* and dismayed at the fact that i have neglected to review the full spread of food in the photo.. (in hindsight may be CM was trying to make a point about the nauseating 'lifestyle' angle i'm doing with my blog or he was mocking me for my sickening smitteness.. ohhh.. the complexity of the mockery is skillfully intricate.. damn that smart ass.. or i'm just f***ing neurotic..)..

ANYWAYZ.. that he did have a good point (and i shall ignore CM's jab).. so here it goes the food review..

we were at mez.. which does mediterranean tapas.. lots of little dishes.. it started with the antipasto spread (as seen in the photo with Big Mammal) and followed by seafood.. pictured above, two full plates of chicken and lamb kebabs, braised fall-apart-melt-in-ur-mouth lamb (which is wasted on us.. coz both of us don't eat lamb.. so it had to go to BM's king charles x - Elmo.. he was all over it like a fat kid on a cup cake tho..).. followed by baklava and coffee..

that was a lot of food.. and i love the idea of all these variety.. it's the perfect social food.. sharing the plate, picking at bits and pieces with my hands, peppered with conversation.. good value two thumbs up from me..

return of the big mammal...

at the risk of being even MORE like a girly girl... i'm completely overjoyed that big mammal is back in perth for a few weeks..

we could be doing the most mundane things.. buying vegies from the markets, playing badminton, lunch at cheap japanese joint, walk around the block, couch potatoing, or listening to him going on and on about taiwan and what taiwanese ppl are like.. (yes.. he's telling ME what taiwanese people are like.. and yes i'm taiwanese, so are my parents, my cousins, aunties and uncles..)..

i just can't seemed to hold back the smiles when i look over and seeing him right next to me.. it's weird to be so vulnerable.. but nice in a way..

i do hope i'll snap out of it soon.. coz with all these warm fuzzy stuff.. i think i'm right up to the limits of my barf threshold (and that of those around me)..

*skips off into the sunset with a full rainbow and fluttering butterflies*

puppy love

k from my office has just become a new puppy mummy (see pic)..

it's all very exciting.. so she had a high tea party for people to meet Bentley, the 10 week old cocker spaniel..

in hindsight i probably should've taken more photos if i wasn't so busy stuffing my face with all the goodies that k and her husband (an ex-chef) made.. there were steam coconut pudding with lime syrup (oh-me-gawd cafe standard delicious), vietnamese spring rolls, finger sandwiches, petite fours, chocolate almond clusters, berry friands,... ohhh.. i was all over it like a fat kid with a cup cake.. (well.. quite literally...) *sheepish grin*..

it's funny to realise that even getting a puppy seems to me like such a large responsibility, seeing that i can barely keep myself clean and fed, let alone another living being.. *more sheepish grinning*

a buddhist wedding?

hmph, i didn't think Buddha really endorsed weddings..

but it didn't stop me being over joyed to be at an old friend's wedding at the Buddhist temple in Maylands.. have to say it's probably THE wedding for the year.. they are the sweetest couple ever! and practically everyone i know was there..

there were lots of people, noise, red everywhere, traditional Chinese costumes, yummy vegetarian treats, a 3-tier cake with the double-happiness Chinese character on it, and endless photo taking (we all had to line up for photos with the couple and i must've been in the queue for 5 different photos in different combination of friends and family.. it must be an Chinese thing)!! it's been a while since i was last surrounded by such festivity, and it's times like this.. i quite enjoyed all the Chineseness!

and recently, i've discovered i've got a shameful habit when it comes to weddings..

i cry.. yup.. like a girl.. the minute any mention of love, forever, vows, soul mate, the sight of the couple looking deep into each other's eyes, the smiles exchanged, holding hands,.. and the water works is ON! .. i have no control what-so-ever!! ARGH.. pisses me off no end.. the thought that i just fit so snuggly into the warm fuzzy girlie stereotype.. crying at wedding..pfftttt.. i would've laughed at anyone who did that 5 years ago.. and now i find myself biting my lips, tears welling in my eyes, whilst subtly rolling my tissues into a fine tip so i can soak up the tears without ruining my mascara!

sigh.. i've gone soft..what's next? pink outfits in my wardrobe?!?! ARRGGHHH!!!

that sinking feeling

i think i should've opted for a less intensive coming out of shell schedule..

it's not like i'm so social butterfly, but i've probably gone to more 'things' in the last two weeks and in the next 2 weeks, than i've been in the last YEAR! all these socialising is making my head spin!

i love my friends and family and it's some times enjoyable to meet new people, but i'm so sick of hearing my own voice at the moment.. i just desperately yearn to sit in a cafe by myself with the sunday times (sparkling example of journalistic brilliance.. not) and a big mofo cup of coffee.. and just process what has happened in my life..

i can be so ungrateful some times.. may be i should go get a big cup of toughen the F*** up..

bag lady..

with the occurance of a) finding we have a mouse in the house and b) mum and dad decided we need new beds and sofas, spurred on a week long cleaning mania..

it's not the cleaning i detest.. it's the 'consolidating' connotation that makes me feel ill..

yes, i'm a hoarder..asking me to clear out my wardrobe.. it's like asking me whether i'd prefer to keep my left kidney over my right kidney..

anywayz.. after much laboured deliberation.. and fishing out from the trash the things i decided i wanted to keep.. only to put it back into the trash as i remind myself that non-attachment is a buddhist virtue...

2 meltdowns and 7 hyperventilation episodes later.. i did manage to clear two bag fulls of clothes, and two bags of random stuff.. tip of the iceberg really..

when it comes to my bags though.. WOAHHHH.. i can now answer that age old question: how many bags does a girl need.. well.. apparently.. 53... yes.. ahem.. i dunno how it happened.. even in my bag loving euphoric haze i know that's a bit wrong considering all the starving children in africa... so i made some contributions to the salvos.. but.. ARGH .. it hurts so much and i'm missing my babies...

think i'll go curl up into a ball to mourn my loss..

Gone to the dogs!

my office crew and i have recently taken quite a shine to the 'dogs'..

it's $25 for the punter's club.. which will get you a free drink, a full buffet (complete with roast, pasta, salads, fish, chips, wedges, lots of deep fried goodies, and mountains of dessert and ice creams).. plus, you get a $10 share in the punter's club where 'experts' will bet with your money and you get a share in the winnings..

i love the 1980's decor, the live country singer (genuine article with guitar, beard and cowboy hat), the bogans, and the happy doggies..

so in the end we got $11 back from the punters.. which translates to $14 for a good feed (i tend to loose control at buffets.. but i shall share my strategy in another entry) AND a fantastic nite out.. so it's two thumbs up for me..