Baking itch has crept its way into pottery class ( think I’m going to get flak from my teacher for this. “So small! How you want me to bake something so small!”)
A comma signifies a break, a pause, and in anticipation of a continuance, which is why I added a comma to the title of this post.
It’s 9:34 am and I’m done with my breakfast and halfway through my (very excellent) cup of coffee. I’ve opened up my gmail and my work’s webpage, and I’m putting on my grammar nazi cap, regretting that a ‘calm down’ pill is only applicable to those with high blood pressure.
The pace and rhythm of life has somewhat resumed and with things starting to rouse a little in the uni application side, I feel a little bit more perplexed than ever. I feel as if I could be on to something either way I go (to uni/away from uni). It feels just like when the plane starts to rev its engine and strapped in your seat, you count the number of seconds it’ll take for the plane to lift off its wheels (knowing that it takes approximately 32 seconds). 29, 30, 31 - That’s me now, just waiting for that precise moment when I start to take off.
I suppose that I’m currently on the runway now, just driving along at some km/h and having to decide between taking off asap, or making another round on the runway just to get my bearings before I make the decision to really take flight and cover distances far and wide with the risk of crashing always at the top of my head because as we all know autopilot isn’t fail-proof.
The old adage of having only 2 ears and 1 mouth being God’s way to make us listen more than we speak doesn’t really help much either. Voices, comments, opinions all bombard me from every direction – much more than my ears would like to take in – and my solitary mouth that was never utilised much to begin with, finds itself at a greater loss of what to do than ever. It shrinks and swallows itself with every opinion that envelops it in yet another layer of darkness and fog.
The clock is ticking; mind, please align yourself well with the mouth as soon as possible. Heart, you have no part in this except to keep pumping blood and to keep us all alive. (I don’t get why people always talk about ‘the heart feeling x and y’ when it’s clearly the mind that does the thinking, no?)
Whatever that happens, one thing’s for sure: My feet have got to keep on moving; just keep moving, no matter which direction it is.
I think that horseback wine tasting tours are the best thing ever – you get scared shitless when you first hoist yourself up the horse, grab on for dear life when he starts to gallop while images of the horse getting started by a squirrel then falling and squishing, crushing you flash continuously in your head. Then you have a few glasses of wine, and by the time you get back on your horse, you feel hey, this is actually pretty fun!
Not to mention the cheese that comes with the wine ;)
Apart from that, I usually dislike children and have no feelings of affection for them but during tonight’s dinner, our friends’ two kids kept babbering to me non-stop about Harry Potter and one held my hand and hugged my leg (cue awkward penguin shuffle) the entire time we were having froyo and walking down the street. I usually dislike children, but I felt a wee bit sad leaving them tonight. Not a kid person; this is the first time.
Last night in our airy Victorian terrace; (definitely gonna let the owner know that leaving earplugs in the room is an awesome move). Haven’t been able to breathe in much of Melbourne this time round because it’s a bit hard when travelling with someone more than twice your age and who has many restrictions but I’m definitely looking forward to giving it another shot with my sister because I know she’d love the art here. Till next time then!
All docked at our new apartment – a really charming Victorian terrace that seems to have turquoise as its theme (turquoise bath towels, toilet kit, drawers etc). Pretty pooped from a day of unearthing places that Shane our host recommended, ranging from cafes to a Japanese eatery located underground with a really value-for-$$ lunch bento set, and then dragging all our luggages (did I really get that many things?) to the road to hail a cab.
It’s still raining but looking forward to situating myself on the couch with netflix tonight :)
Feckin fresh produce makes breakfast so worth looking forward to every day
Once again eating my weight in food at markets; had the best coffee ever here (Market Lane Coffee -not to be confused with market lane cafe – at Victoria Market for those interested). I think it’s the milk that makes this one a winner; they use only one type of milk (organic) here so no such thing as soy/skinny latte etc. The cappuccino I had was very smooth with light acidity, which makes for a very pleasant drinking experience while wandering around the delicatessen area.
Apart from that, literally ate three tubs of pesto (different flavoured of course – basil, macadamia and rocket, and tomato) and a tub of hummus with pasta for dinner, and a very sweet ricotta-stuffed fig. Was praying so hard for my tummy not to make any funky sounds while I was chatting with our phantom apartment owner (apparently, appearing on the last day of the guest’s stay is something he usually does, according to all the other airbnb reviews I’ve read :|). Yay to discovering even more cafés tomorrow! (all I’ve got to do is not rely on google maps, and to convince my aunt to keep believing my “we’re nearly there already! Just a few more streets!”
Apart from that, boohoo to getting our hot air balloon ride cancelled (was that close to getting a free one in exchange for doing a review for the company) – poo you rainy weather.
It’s only 8:13 pm and yes it’s true all there is to watch on the telly is news news news soooo I understand why crosswords sell well here.
French macarons vs Australian macarons (the bigass aussie one tasted better though) at South Melbourne market. Orginally run by the Greeks, this place offers truly great produce (helloooo delicatessen and amazing pastries) of a higher quality but at equally affordable prices. It’s tomato and fig season now so I’ll be seeing them for my breakfast the next few mornings heh. Also went crazy (maybe a little too crazy now that I’m packing my luggage) buying cooking ware and silently crying and stabbing my heart a little every time I see $14 tin cast madeleine moulds because I bought $25 silicon ones on Hipvan. Went mad over $1 mason jars and tiny little bundt pans so I guess the office will be seeing these on the table in the weeks to come :p Apart from literally purchasing everything and eating everything in sight, I am mucho mundo pleased to say that the portions of samples offered here truly truly give you a taste of what the product tastes like; none of that miniscule crumb-like morsels supermarkets back home do, but I guess it’s understandable considering the price of food back home. Case in point: Australia sells meat by the tons, while Singapore does it by the grams.
(“You ready?” “Yeah!” – downing bloody $1 oysters with Neil; they were the sweetest I’d ever tasted! Pity my fair trade-organic-blablabla-but-still-pretty-meh $4 coffee started tasting strange afterwards though)
Hopping over to the Vietnamese market for some Banh Mi
And then stuffing ourselves silly with jam donuts at Preston Market – originally run by the Yugoslavians but now specialising more in Italian groceries like freshly-made pasta, condiments, sauces etc. Went from eating dim sum (or ‘dim sim’ as they call it here) to pastries, to marinated octopus, risotto, more pastries and yes more pastries. Not much wares to be bought here as they weren’t as high quality as those of in South Melbourne and were more expensive – I think eating your way through this market and buying produce home for dinner is a good enough idea.
On the drive back to the city, found out Neil is a long-time friend of Danny Rogers i.e. the man behind Laneway and manager of artists like Gotye and that call me maybe person. And to think that I was just reading about him on the magazine a few weeks back! Phwoar.
Spent the rest of the evening just laying around on our friend’s carpeted living room floor, helping her kids with their lego model (or at least pretending to; I still suck at it), pretending to kill monsters and villians with our filmsy lego spaceship, eating churros (too much fried dough today, methinks) and then having a carb coma from a too huge plate of pasta and salad for dinner (courtesy of tv dinners from the supermarket).
Am currently situated next to the heater trying to decide between the risk of possibly burnt hair or sleeping with wet hair again tonight. Think I’ll go with the burnt hair risk – my short hair seems to be doing me some good. Got ID-ed at the bottle shop today until I proudly flashed my Hah-I’m-over-18 passport at the cashier. Brings me back to the day when I left for here and the taxi driver couldn’t comprehend the fact that I was not a secondary school student lugging a pile of textbooks to sell to my friend.
In other news, it’s kind of creepy that we never see the guy who owns this house that we’re staying at but I smell his cologne in the bathroom in the morning, and he leaves umbrellas for us and emails me that he’s “glad to see we checked in without any problems”. :|
(Vegemite and Honey Malt ice cream right there)
*burp* I’ve never had so much ice-cream in a week! Just finished our barbecue dinner with a chat over some drinks; currently at a backpacker’s hostel that apparently, people sometimes stay for close to a year in!
It was pretty hilarious to hear the Russian talk about their independence day (from the rule of Hitler) in front of the Germans haha.
Anyway, lots of walking today and being inspired by the wildlife of Australia i.e. the koalas i.e. being inspired to lead a life consisting of absolutely nothing but eating, sleeping, and growing furry and cute.
I also like how our guide did the typical Great Ocean Road tour backwards such that we’d miss the 10,000 people at a single spot kind of thing – and it works!
Long penguin-filled day ahead tomorrow!
“So we’re gonna stop by a drive-thru bottle shop. Do you guys drink?”
The Germans in front of me start to giggle like there’s no tomorrow.
Tonight’s barbecue should be a blast!