Thursday, August 22, 2013

I has no life.

I hate long holidays.

No really, I genuinely do.

I've been on a holiday since mid-May, and it's only going to end at the tail end of September when I fly off to UK for my final year of studies. Even after cancelling out my heavily-blogged about trip to the US, I'm still left with near 4 months of pure vegetating. When I try to think back to what I did to fill up all the 2 month end-of-the-year holidays during public education, I draw a complete blank, so I'm assuming it was also spent fruitlessly.

At this point in time, I can feel my brain degenerating into mush. And for reasons unknown, I feel like I should make clear the consistency of this mush. Its not in any way watery, or like chunky mashed potatoes; its kind of like really heavy cake batter, not without its occasional lumps of chocolate chips, that where if you lift up your spoon halfway while mixing it you'd count 3 seconds before the batter on it falls off.

If you can't already tell, I've spent a short spell baking, and catching up on my novels so my descriptive skills don't fall flat. I've also finished watching a new series called Greek which I loved, and spent an unhealthy portion of time playing games on my phone (hello Minion Rush!) and a certain online game which is far too embarrassing to admit out loud. No, it isn't Candy Crush, I readily admit to wasting a whole lot of time on that.

But above all, I've been heading out almost everyday, nearly everytime for food. Over half my meals the past few months have been eaten outside, which of course means extra jiggle on my thighs and less jingle in my purse.

We're going to digress a little here so I can randomly insert pictures of food I've taken at mostly upscale new places I've tried lately, because I didn't bother to Instagram almost any of them and I don't want them to go to waste. I don't photograph every meal I have, especially where it doesn't look appetising or the lighting sucks or I'm too hungry, but here's the majority of available food photos from June till now, which I've grouped according to preference.

Places I'd definitely recommend:

Anti-clockwise from top left:

1. Caffe mocha and blueberry cheesecake at Coffea Coffee, ss15.
I really enjoyed the food and the ambience, even though the service was absolutely atrocious.

2 & 3. Burger and sea salt chocolate cake at The Daily Grind, Bangsar Village.
Warning: A little on the pricey side, but it was for my birthday! 

4. Mee goreng at Bangkok Lane, Penang.
The only foreign entry here, which I repeatedly had whilst on a trip with friends. I have yet to find good mee or maggi goreng in Subang yet!

5. Arrabiata pasta at Decanter, section 17.
Do not let the plain exterior fool you! This dish was bursting with flavour and everything good! It even smelt so good that the family seated next to us that ordered after our food came decided to order it too! 
Note: The aglio olio pasta was like the ugly, deformed stepsister of the arrabiata though, which should be locked up in a tower and never rescued.

6 & 7. Eggs benedict w/ smoked salmon and big breakfast (which turned out to be a burger) at Nosh, Jalan Telawi 3.
Again slightly pricey, as with all things in Bangsar, but I promise you that the food was amazing! Especially the beef patty that literally melts in your mouth! And the eggs were so good we found ourselves mopping up every bit of sauce on the plate!

8. Chicken club sandwich at Plan B, Paradigm Mall.
Okay on hindsight (this post has been in draft for about a month), this wouldn't have made it on the list because it wasn't outstanding enough. But it was definitely delicious and had good value for money! Super generous helping of grilled chicken and avocado, and it was so filling I couldn't finish my meal.

Places I'll never visit again:

Anti-clockwise from top left:

1. Chocolate cupcake with peanut butter frosting at Wondermilk, Publika.
I know Wondermilk cupcakes are a cult favourite, but I found the texture of the cake overly dry, and that was without trying the icing, which would have made it even drier. Honestly, I can bake much better cupcakes than this, and I have no idea what the fuss around this place is about.

2. Bacon pasta at Three Little Pigs & The Big Bad Wolf, Bangsar Village.
We also tried their big breakfast and a Caesar salad. Everything just failed to impress any of us, and we wrote it off as an overpriced dining experience. Seriously, don't even bother.

3. Seafood Crepe at Milk and Butter, Jalan Telawi 2.
Presentation is a huge deal for me if I'm paying a higher amount for food. So lacklustre presentation on top of so-so tasting food makes for instant dislike.

4 & 5. Salmon sandwich, deep fried cempedak, and sago pudding w gula melaka ice cream at Fat Spoon, Damansara Utama.
I read numerous glowing reviews about the dessert here, but was bitterly let down. That tiny salmon sandwich cost rm17 and was not the tiniest bit filling, and present company were unhappy with their mains too. The deep fried cempedak was too tiny to feel gloriously sinful. The only standout was the gula melaka ice cream, which I hear is from The Last Polka and readily available elsewhere, so I guess there really is no reason to ever step into this place again.

6. Burger at The Bee, Publika.
Yet again, highly overpriced and unimpressive. The location was lovely for catching up though, so maybe next time I'll come back for coffee and The Last Polka ice cream!

7. Macarons at Le Deux Garcons, Jalan Telawi.
Even after putting feelings about the infamous Facebook posting aside, I did not think the macarons were all that great. We had a salted caramel one and a vanilla truffle one, and both were just average to my humble tastes, so I can't imagine a sophisticated Parisian loving them either. Try those from Chocolat World instead! I was treated to a chocolate hazelnut one before and absolutely loved it!

8. Antipasto Di Mare at Michelangelo's, Pavillion KL.
We also had the sizzling marinara pasta and a beef pizza. The beef was so salty it was inedible, and everything else just didn't live up to the hype. Your money is far better spent at Decanter, or one of my all time favourite places, Pizza Uno.

Places worth trying out: (aka neither loved nor hated)

Anti clockwise from top left:

1. Chilli chicken wings at Chilli Rush, Jaya One.
Worth one try with a bunch of friends to compete and find out who can take the highest spice level. After one bite of Level 10, I literally couldn't eat anything else. Nothing to recommend tastewise though.

2. Big breakfast at Mr and Ms Cafe, Ara Damansara.
A pleasant breakfast nook that isn't located in Bangsar. The food won't blow your mind, but it's not bad either. It's a really nice chilling spot that even provides you with props to camwhore with. Yay!

3. A++ beef burger (its actual name, not my rating, which would be more like a B+) at Burger Lab, Seapark.
Of course. This place. I absolutely hated that you had to eat with people standing behind you like vultures waiting for your table, but the meal did live up to the constant hype. Next time though, I'm going to opt for takeaway.

4. Red velvet cupcake at Upstairs Cafe, ss 15.
Again, another pleasant coffee spot that serves good coffee and cake. But I do think I would choose Coffea Coffee over this place for ambience, though its equally difficult to find parking near both places.

5. Mango sundae crepe at Arnor Crepes, Sunway Pyramid.
Absolutely delicious treat that's relatively affordable; I've already had this twice!


I haven't been blogging lately, and I do feel pretty bad about it. Though I've been going out a lot, even when I have free time I'm too lazy and/or tired to manage to smash through the latest writers block.

It's that damn Max problem. As much as she'd love to be, Jules isn't as tough as Rhiannon, and therefore it's taking her far longer to get to the point where Rhiannon had already passed over a month ago. And I feel too embarrassed unleashing a barrage of lovesick posts about a guy I'm supposedly over, so I just refuse to write at all, also hoping blocking out my thoughts will make them disappear. 

But then again, its already been so many weeks since I've written something, and its getting pretty inexcusable. So here's my umpteenth attempt at resurrecting the ol' blog, and here's hoping it sticks this time.

Writers block has been giving me the runaround lately, as usual. I mean, you give a hormonal female unlimited time to her own undisturbed thoughts, and you can bet that they will revolve around things like desserts, sparkly things, and cute boys. Life has just been easy and uncomplicated lately, and I haven't been riled up by anything substantial enough for a fleshed out blog post.

I have no idea where to draw inspiration from now. Days just tend to blend together seamlessly, a casual routine of sleeping at 4 or 5am and waking up at noon, and filling the hours in between sleep with electronics, books, food, and daydreaming.

If I'm really honest with myself, I'm going through a bit of an existential crisis.

It's been so long that I've actually done anything remotely useful, that now I'm actively avoiding doing productive things. I'd rather do nothing than begin organising my belongings or documents or learn how to bloody cook, and this is somewhat scaring me.

I'm bloody terrified by the thought of finishing my studies and having to get a job. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up (let's just pretend I'm not old), and as such have chosen the most versatile of all fields to get my degree in. I'm afraid of ending up in a dead-end job which I abhor but cannot leave because I have bills to pay.

I'm afraid of leaving behind the safety net of an education. It means you can't make mistakes, you can't slack off, and you can't conveniently blame your crappy lecturer for your failures. It means you can't ignore social politics anymore, despite having spent your life trying to ignore it. It means you're entering an ugly working world where everyone is out to get you and noone can protect you from things selfish people will do.

I'm afraid to grow up. I finally understand how Peter Pan feels. But unlike him, I don't have the luxury of remaining in Neverland and thus, denial.

I have little over a month before going abroad. When I went for my university's pre-departure briefing, the first thing the speaker asked us to write down was what we hoped to accomplish while being overseas.

When I was sitting there, I thought the question was a whole lot of hooey. I'm basically a hick going to spend 9 months in a big city, so obviously all I want is for it to be a truly life-changing, eye-opening experience. Which shouldn't be too hard to accomplish, considering all the culture shock and sudden independence and drastic weather changes.

But right now, I'm thinking what the hey, because I've already spent this whole post ranting about nothing and everything.

I hope to travel Europe. Specifically, Italy and all its beautiful cities of Rome and Paris and Venice, but I'm also excited to travel anywhere else, because I know it'll be crazy exciting and amazing nonetheless. I hope to soak in as many sights and sounds and smells as I can, so I'll forever carry a little beauty of the world in the back of my mind.

I hope to come out of my shell more. I know I've already come a long way from the painfully shy person I once was, but I want to try a whole lot of new things and meet a whole lot of new people. Off the top of my head, I would love to attempt skiing.

I hope to become self-independent, although this one's not really an option. I've been blessed with the privilege of having domestic help all my life, and thus have never had to wash my own clothes or cook my own food, much less clean my own room. I have no idea how I'm going to survive complete independence for so many months without contracting some disease from unhygienic surroundings or malnutrition.

Nerd alert! I hope to do well in my studies. I've never been satisfied with being anything less than an overbearing overachiever, and I hope I can still maintain my priorities, especially since this final grade will affect all future jobhunts for the rest of my life.

This one's a stretch, but I hope to fall in love. Because a sweeping overseas romance is everything my chic-lit core yearns for, preferably combined with the whole travel Italy thing.

Who knows, maybe this time next year when I'm done with my stint abroad, I'll actually re-read this and have a think of everything I've done in the UK. And maybe I'll have the "ta-dah" epiphany and magically realise what I want to do with my life.

Grr, back off existential crisis. Stop interfering with my numbing buzz.

And I suppose that's basically everything going on in my life right now in a nutshell. I guess I just had to sit down and force myself to start writing again just to break through the layer of ice that has formed over my writing spirit. To think I actually wanted to start working on my novel this holiday, tsk tsk.

I promise I'll at least try to keep the crap posts to a minimum after this. And try not to disappear again on an unacceptably long hiatus for no reason at all. Pinky promise.

Now back to wasting my days away!

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