About a girl.

So I know this blog is supposed to be about boys & food... but this time I'm writing about a girl. This girl has been a very good friend for a long time. The other day I found out some great news about her and we haven't really talked in a while. I've kinda felt for a while that we've grown apart a little, but I don't think that there is anything wrong with that. In fact, I think it's great that we've become very different people. As much as it's comforting to be around people who have a lot in common, or share the same friends or hobbies as you, I think it's enriching to also surround yourself with people who are different to you, who challenge you, who aren't the same as you, who will always remind you of who you are, and where you have been.

It makes me so sad to feel like our friendship is falling apart because we don't live in the same suburb, we might not listen to the same music, our friends aren't the same, and we don't have all that much in common anymore. Isn't friendship more than that though? Especially if you've been friends for over 15 years... Don't get me wrong - I'm not blaming her. More than anything, I guess I'm blaming myself... how have I not been able to tell her this? Where did it all go wrong?

I feel left behind. I'm sad because I feel like I'm not important to her anymore. She's probably got lots of shiny new friends and doesn't really need a dull old one like me. Maybe she doesn't really know how much she means to me, because we forget to tell our friends how much we actually do love them... I miss her. I miss my old friend. I may be older and have my own life now, but I still need you as much as I ever did... I hope I get the courage to tell you, and I hope that you miss me too... x

Mmmm.... Quiche

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach... So, I'm trying to increase my repertoire. Yesterday, after a day at the beach I cooked this awesome quiche which is already almost gone! Cooking for one is pretty boring, but cooking for the one you love is one of the best things ever! Try this recipe... it's delicious!

Bacon, Parmesan & Zucchini Quiche

• 100g bacon, cut into small pieces
• 100g baby spinach leaves
• 1 small zucchini sliced thinly
• 50 g butter
• 4 eggs
• 3/4 cup (185ml) cream
• 1/2 cup (125ml) milk
• 1/3 cup (30g) shredded parmesan

Pastry:

2 cups plain flour

• 150g butter, chilled, cubed
• Pinch salt
• 1 egg

1. For pastry, mix flour, butter and salt in a food processor until mixture forms crumbs. Process with egg and 1-2 tbs cold water. Knead until smooth. Refrigerate covered for 10 minutes.

2. Roll pastry out between 2 sheets of lightly floured non-stick baking paper and place in 25cm (base), 3cm deep fluted loose-bottomed flan. Refrigerate for 30 minutes.

3. Heat oil in a frying pan over medium heat. Add onion and bacon. Cook 8-10 minutes or until soft. Drain on a paper towel. Place half the butter in the pan and place over medium heat until melted. Add the spinach until wilted, remove from the pan and set aside. Place the remaining butter in the pan and place on a medium heat until melted. Add zucchini and cook until soft. Remove from pan and set aside.

4. Preheat oven to 190°C. Place a tray in the oven. Line pastry with baking paper. Cover base with rice. Bake on the hot tray for 10 minutes. Remove paper and rice. Spread over spinach, bacon and onion. Whisk eggs, cream and milk together. Pour over the filling. Sprinkle over the parmesan and arrange zucchini over the top. Bake 30 minutes and serve with salad.

I love shoes?

Some close friends got married the other day. It was a beautiful ceremony and I was very honoured to be a part of their wonderful day. It got me thinking though... we live in such a fickle world. One where the word 'love' is thrown around and thrown away just as easily and carelessly. And it made me realise how afraid of the word I have come to be.

I love pork. I love eating. I love chocolates. I love food. I love the beach. I love cocktails. Easy... I

I love you? Not so easy...

No matter how much I want to say it, it scares the shit out of me. It overwhelms me. It makes me feel vulnerable. When did I become so afraid of it? I am an idealist... a romantic... hell, I am a believer. But all of a sudden I am goddamn scared. Not of love... more than anything in the world, I am ready to give it, and feel it and believe in it. But saying it... do the words really matter if every part of your being feels it? I want to be courageous like my friends, and be able to say 'I love you'... because that's the honest truth. My heart knows it, my head knows it, it is written over my whole being and across my soul. But the words are stuck in my throat... they haven't quite managed to make it much further than that. I'm afraid that I might not hear the same back. I'm afraid of getting hurt. I'm scared that I might have a big piece of spinach in my teeth or a booger hanging out of my nose and I will look like a total idiot.

Help me cyber world! How can I proclaim my love to all who take their time to read my blog, but not to the one whom I really love?

I'm BACK... Boobs? Bollocks....

It's been a while, but I'm back! And the good news is that I'm in a happy place. Turns out space and time really does help put things into perspective. And after some painful time away from the special person in my life, I think we were both able to see things in a different way. This thing called 'love' seems to be a confusing thing, but the more I learn about it, the more I see that it's more simple than I think... we just need to trust ourselves more.

I feel so fortunate to have met someone so special, someone who I can be myself around, and someone who I would not change one little bit... now or ever. And even if it all fell apart tomorrow, I've experienced something so special that the only thing I could feel would be grateful. (Okay I say that now, but I'm also allowed to cry my eyes out if heaven forbid it did.) But don't worry, this doesn't mean that my blog will be full of mush from now on! Because the journey is never over. Although I feel like I've found happiness, there are plenty of other people still searching... and if my story seems somewhat boring now, there are plenty of other people's stories to share!

One thing I will say is that I think we're all losing a bit of faith in the human race. Where is this coming from, you ask? Last night, I was having a conversation about fake boobs (if you can touch them, then they're real though... aren't they?). Now excuse me if I am speaking out of turn, or if I offend anyone, but in most cases I think fake boobs are ridiculous. Girls seem to think that if they have large juicy boobies, they will be more popular, attractive, likeable to men, etc. The most ridiculous thing though... is that in a lot of cases, they are right. So many women are insecure, and by proving them right we are just feeding their insecurity. Essentially humans all want the same thing - to feel loved and validated. Money, power, status, are all just false derivatives of the former. We all want to feel loved and validated, yet we don't love or validate ourselves enough, and we don't trust that someone else will either. Men will pay for a girlfriend's boobs, then wonder why they end up with a ball busting girlfriend. Note to the boys out there: The number one reason your girl busts your balls is because she feels INSECURE. Now don't get me wrong, I think we wouldn't be human if we didn't have insecurities... and we've all been hurt, disappointed, let down... all of the above. But how do we ever find happiness if we put no trust in our fellow man? Or ourselves for that matter?

Bruised, but not Broken...

I've been off the radar lately. Partly because I've been working hard, and partly because I've been busy hanging with a boy rather than writing about boys. Well, yet again I've been unlucky in love... So here I am, sharing my tales of woe.

I'm a person who wears my heart on my sleeve. Not ever do I do anything that I don't whole heartedly invest myself into. Sometimes it means getting hurt, but I don't think I'd have it any other way. Right now, I don't really know how I feel. Over the last couple of days I've felt sad, lost, hurt, angry, defeated... well just shit really. But I suppose it's all worth it, cause I don't think I would take any of the time back. I hate to admit it, but I really did have the time of my life over the past few months, and I can't really remember the last time I was that happy. Was it worth it? Of course. In fact I was so happy, and having so much fun, I didn't realise how much I actually cared.

People are strange creatures (boys in particular are the more curious species, I find). We're all afraid of being alone, yet we're all so afraid to let ourselves be vulnerable. We're all so strong and independent, yet all we want is for someone to love and care for us so we feel wanted and validated. We don't want to hurt, but we all want to be loved with no risk involved? Well, I don't believe in that... I've had my heart broken a few times now. But you know what? Every time I do, my heart just gets a little bigger. And I may hurt now, but at least I felt something wonderful, and exciting, and intimate, and special... and real. Even if it was only real to me.

I'm bruised, yes. It hurts that someone you care about so much, doesn't care for you in the same way. Actually, it totally sux. But I'll get over it, and I'll do it all again if I have to. I don't mind being on my own, but I'm not afraid to admit that I don't want to end up alone. I want to go through life feeling... even if it means feeling like shit sometimes. Being bruised isn't so bad, as long as you don't let it break you into someone too afraid to love again.

Blah... blah... blah...

I feel a little bit lost at the moment. I've had a pretty good run with boys, and I've been having a great time... call me hormonal, or a woman, or emotional, or human, but I'm beginning to feel a little empty. I guess I just want to love someone, and for them to love me back. I really miss that feeling of being safe with someone. As much as I love being an independent woman, I guess I feel a little bit lonely sometimes as well. I've met so many fun and amazing people on my journey so far, and making new friends and discovering myself again has been some of the best times I've ever had. But I guess I just want someone who I don't always have to be fun in front of, and someone who I can show my weaknesses to... and someone who will love me at the end, and still think the world of me, even after they've seen my tears, and how ridiculous I can be.

I'm not unhappy... I'm still having heaps of fun. I guess past all the fun and smiles and partying, you can sometimes begin to feel a little empty. I love being the person I am, and I am so grateful for the awesome people around me. Sometimes I just get a little tired, and all I want is to just be me... even if that means feeling a little sad and sorry and allowing myself to indulge in those feelings even just for a while.

Forgive me for my selfishness... but I want this blog to be as honest a representation of myself as possible. And sometimes, we all feel like poop. No matter how lucky we are, and no matter how things are going we all fall into the trap of feeling a little bit lonely. I've never really fit in anywhere... I've always been a little odd. I like it like that, it's who I am. So as well as sharing my crazy and fun journey of food and boys, I'm also sharing with you the honest part of me. Don't worry, tomorrow is a new day and I will have already talked myself into a better mood. Sometimes, all we want is for someone to listen. So thanks, I feel better already... x

Grrr... Persimmon Attack

Yikes, I'm turning into a mushy persimmon again. How did this happen? Could be that Hot Boy is so damn hot! (Hence the name) I was so fine before he came along... hahaha that's what I keep telling myself anyway! I can feel myself falling, and me being me... I just can't help but wear my heart on my sleeve. You see my problem is, that the last thing I ever want to be is a ball breaker. I'm a people pleaser... well I'd like to be anyway. And so I try to play it so cool, that maybe I don't really show how much of myself I am actually investing... It's not that I let people walk over me, but I tend to give too much then burn out. Hmmm am I sounding like a psycho now? No.. der I'm just a woman.

I went salsa dancing for the first time in ages the other night and it was so fun! I was also having a drink in a bar, and Quentin Tarantino was sitting behind me! I've been a little down lately cause I didn't get a call back for ABC 3 which I sent an audition tape in for... You can watch my video on the side bar! >>> There are so many things that I love doing. And as much as I love my job, I don't want to do it forever. I'm feeling lost and mushy and now I'm just rambling sweet nothings. So I will leave you with this crazy poem I wrote the other day... (don't hate on me cause I secretly want to be a gansta biatch)

I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
Makes me nervous, wanna heave
Fuck this crazy heartfelt shit
I won't be nobody's bitch!
How'd I get so goddamn soft?
Wanna rip this damn sleeve off

Food Affair

I've been doing way too much eating & loving lately, and not enough writing! But boy have the adventures been fun and so I'm back to share the love...

Where do I begin? I've been on a few food adventures to some nice new places, and with the company of Hot Boy at home, I've been at the stove doing some cooking as well!

One of my fave new places is Big Rig diner! Serving up fresh fajitas, hot dogs, burgers and Jack Daniels chilli con carne till 3am, it was sure to get my attention right from the beginning! Sitting in the booths there makes you feel like you're in a real American diner. And the super fruity white sangia is way too easy to drink. Apart from the masses hanging out the front trying to get into Ruby Rabbit on a Saturday night, this place is super cool and all the cool cats seem to be hanging out there at the moment. It's the new hospitality slut joint on a Saturday night, which means the food must be good!

In my own kitchen, breakfast seems to be my forte... Hey, when you have a Hot Boy sleeping in your bed, it's enough reason to be celebrating with good food in the morning! My new signaure dish is toad-in-hole BLTs with home made onion jam. Goddamn, they are good! (Even if I do say so myself) and apparently Hot Boy seems to agree... cause he seems to keep coming back for more ;) Although this week I made home made pancakes with caramel bananas, bacon & maple syrup, and I have to say they were definitley a close contender in the signature race... But enough tooting on my own horn more food adventures await!...

The new restaurant Omerta in Darlinghurst was another foodgasm experience I enjoyed recently! We started off with some salted cod fritters, moved onto spiced salami with runny eggs, had some char grilled king prawns (look, you'll have to forgive my poor food descriptions here... there was Hot Boy sitting across from me who was wonderful to perve at while I was having a foodgasm - it was all too much to take in detailed food descriptions as well...) but the
highlight of my evening was definitely the pork belly with mustard fruits. Oh lordy... I wanted to take that stuff home, bathe in it, soak in it, purée it into a lotion and rub myself with it, then maybe lick it off myself slowly throughout the day... Ehem, excuse me... I tend to get slightly carried away... but this was food porn at it's best! Only it wasn't porn cause I could actually put it in my mouth... Yummm...

Wow... All this talk of food is making me hungry! Lucky I am on my way to see the family with some chicken soup I made last night with a fresh baguette and truffle butter... Mmmm... Hopefully mum has some good ole Filipino treats for me as well!

Girl meets Boy

Why do us females have to be so complicated? I see myself going through the following motions as if I were a third person, and I find myself wanting to bloody kick myself into some sense. Nevertheless I am female, and therefore prone to the following ridiculousness...

Girl meets boy. Girl likes boy. Boy seems to like girl. Girl and boy start to hang out... Girl and boy have a really good time together and enjoy each others company. Girl and boy seem to be seeing more & more of each other and kissing and cuddling and all that mushy stuff. Girl and boy continue to see each other and have loads of fun together. Girl starts to fall for boy... Uh oh... This seems to be when the franticness starts... the following thoughts henceforth begin to occur:

Does he actually like me? Where is this going? Are we boyfriend/girlfriend? What if I'm just a rebound? Am I ready to do this again? Should we talk about this? Maybe he's just seeing me because it's... SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Once I've finally beat myself with a pole until I start thinking like a normal person, I start to realise this: opening our hearts, and letting go is exciting, yes. But it also makes us vulnerable. Which I now begin to realise is a wonderful thing!? This is the best part about boys... the kind of knowing, but not definitely knowing... the thrill of the chase... the joy of being caught... the fact that you dig someone and they actually dig you back. But the deceiving thing about this vulnerability, is that it feels so similar to insecurity.... nothing is defined or confirmed or categorised yet. And hell... you really don't know what this is, or where it's going... But does it actually matter? If we think too much about it, then we forget to enjoy ourselves... and before we know it, we're bored and not really having much fun cause we're too busy thinking about it. You see what I mean? I know how ridiculous this is... but the funniest thing is, I know I'm not alone in this craziness! Girls, please tell me I'm not an over analytical crazy person? It's just so easy to fall into that damn trap! Stuff all this thinking... I'm going to laugh at myself, shake it off, and think like a man.

Moving Forward

Sometimes it's hard to move on, but I think I'm just about ready to. I've been hurt in the past... but I've also fucked up a lot too. And the past can't be changed, nor is it ever really forgotten... I suppose we all just accept and forgive what's happened. After all, we're all just human... and to forget our past is to deny who we are. Holding onto it though, means holding ourselves back. I feel like I'm finally moving on and letting go, and allowing myself to be happy. That's a hard thing to do sometimes. I expect a lot from myself, and I guess it means I tend to punish myself a little as well... But I've come to the conclusion that we're all different and we all make mistakes. I'm nervous and excited, cause I know I'm opening myself up to a whole new world of possibilities, and vulnerabilites... but shit, I'm going head first and I'm going to enjoy the bloody ride. Because to be honest, I think my heart has already decided what it's doing... so, what the hell I might as well cross my fingers and hope for the best, right?

Peek-in-Duck!

Okay, so this post might be a little late, but nevertheless I had to write about it... Peking Duck at Good Luck in Enfield... Oh my, it was sooooo good. I've actually convinced my family to go there for my sister's birthday in a couple of weeks! So excited! Yay! You have to order the duck a day in advance, and believe me it is so worth it. If it wasn't such a pain in the arse to get to by public transport, I would definitely be there more often! The skin on the duck is amazing, and the house made pancakes are soooooo good. Other things on offer were the Kohl Rabi Salad, Masterstock Peanuts, Lamb Hot Pot... and my favourite ending... Toffee Apple Fritters... Yum! Don't even ask me to explain what the food was like. It was just yum. How can you try to explain what actually happens when you eat? For starters, I don't think I could do it justice... and secondly I wouldn't want to spoil the fun! I've been here before, and will definitely be back again. And the best thing? It's so affordable. That's what I love about finding those little golden gems in the suburbs - they're approachable, authentic, and there's no wank. Sometimes all we want is to go out and put something delicious in our mouths without the fandangle, and the hooha... If you want really good Peking Duck, then Good Luck is the place to be!

Ready or Not?

Well, well, well... The cat got my tounge for a little while there didn't it? But I'm here, and I'm back in full force! I've been eating heaps... you can tell by the size of my waist line. But as my girlfriends keep telling me - "It's winter" - and any excuse will do for me! Will write up a post about the best peking duck ever, very soon! I got some great photos, so stay tuned!

Now, it seems as though everything slows down a little during winter... the trees stop growing, it's harder to get up in the morning, and KY stops going so crazy on the boys... Well, not all boys... just all but one... Yikes, am I really ready for this? I try not to think about it too much, but the truth of the matter is.... I'M A GIRL. And well, we tend to think about things way more than we actually need to. I'm a little scared to be completely honest with you, but I'm also having the time of my life. To fall, or not to fall? Do we ever really have a choice in the matter? At the moment, I'm just trying to stay as cool as I can about it. But I find myself thinking about him more and more. It's like an addiction really... you start to think about the next time you can have it, you start to plan your days around it, it makes you happy but also leaves you wanting more... shit! I'm like a junkie on speed. Nevertheless, I think I'm old enough now to be able to hold it together, and I'm wise enough to know that the more I just enjoy the moment, the better off I'll be. So, am I ready... or not? Who even knows what this is, or where it's going... Does it really matter? Why are we constantly trying to define things? I think the most important thing is to be upfront and honest about what we want... both to ourselves, and with the people we are sharing our lives with. Am I happy? Yes... definitely.

To Gregor.

A part of loving, is losing. A part of meeting wonderful new people, means that people may also leave us. A part of this amazing thing we call living, is the inevitable and sad thing called death. How unbelievable to have just met an exciting new and fun person, only to have to say goodbye so soon? I'm not going to try to make this person annonymous... this a tribute to a person who was so vibrant and full of life, and who I was both privileged and unfortunate to only have known for a very short time. Gregor was a part of my family at the Bayswater Brasserie... my local for the past 5 years, and the people who have become my friends and family. I hadn't been to visit in so long till a couple of weeks ago. I went for the launch of their new cocktail list... and ended up in our usual spot - dancing on the table, singing along and drinking with my favourite people. A few nights later I was back there, back on the table, and ended up doing laybacks with the boys from the bar... All I can say is, FUCK do those boys know how to party. And although it was not until last Saturday night that I had actually sat down and had a conversation with Gregor, he was a Brasserie boy. And therefore he was my family. Anyone who is a regular, or who has worked there knows that there is a wonderful sense of belonging there, which is what makes it one of Australia's best bars. After a few drinks, it was like we were old mates.... So it makes me so sad that Gregor had to leave us so abruptly. How are you supposed to cope with that? To be honest, I feel a bit numb. It's like no one can believe that he's gone... Even for me, someone who hardly even knew him... there's that huge feeling of loss. You almost feel like someone is playing a trick on you. Life is so fragile and precious... we tend to forget that. Anyway... here's to you Gregor. I hope that you'll be happy to know that in true Bayswater style, I am sitting on my floor (and not standing on your table), sipping on a martini, and thinking of you babe x

T.I.P. = To Insure Promptness

Whoever said that it's not customary to tip in Australia? Okay, so you don't tip at McDonalds. But if you think that dining out in Sydney doesn't require a form of gratuity, then you're living in the bloody dark ages. I'm sorry, but for someone who works in the service industry I know how much we put into our jobs. Unlike what some people think, we don't get paid $25 an hour... it's more like $16 an hour... and that's for the serious people who do this as their career - that's right down there on the poverty line. Yet we put our bodies and our souls into our work -we smile when people are being assholes, we let you change your order when we know the chef is going to yell at us, we pull you off when you wanna be a wanker, our knowledge of food and wine is pretty good if you would give us a minute... and we do all this whilst folding your napkin, pouring your wine and tucking in your chair afterwards. Know any one person who can keep 30 individuals, who all want different things, all in different moods... all happy at one time? That's what we do, every night. I'm not saying that we're geniuses... most of us aren't, we just do this because we love food, wine... and we love people. We are here to serve. We want to make your meal memorable and pleasant, so you don't have to think or worry. We truly do want you to walk out with a smile on your face. But please... we are not slaves. Please don't click your fingers at us, and maybe try to move your elbows off the table so we can fit your food there... or maybe a smile back every now and then would be nice too? Call me naive, but I think it's just common courtesy. To respect your fellow man, and to treat each other as humans. We all need to stop wanking each other off a bit, treat each other with a little more respect, show a little more GRATUITY, and everyone will be a little happier. Don't give me this 'Global Financial Crisis' bullshit... if you're really doing it tough, then you wouldn't be eating out in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I am a philanthropist. I am a lover of people and of humankind. And that is why I love my job. So please don't let me lose that faith in my fellow man. Service is always included... just not on the bill. As shallow as it might seem... that comes from you - in the form of a tip.

Fate or Fake?

Far out feelings are forlorn
For fathoming my fears
Has found me feeling frightened
Falling for a friend is not for fairytales
But furthermore can be fun
A fantasy fulfilled?
Or fizzle will it out?
Fuck!
Forever is a fearless foe
That finds me flipping out!?
Forgive my frantic phrases...
For I am firm
But flexible enough to fold
Into a fortunate femme
Who finds her feet
In a food filled feast
A fiend for the fabulous

Dating Dilemmas

Before this stint of being single, I hadn't been single in at least eight years. And unlike what people may think from reading my blog, it's not like I'm now going nuts dating every single guy I meet. In fact this whole 'dating' thing is really confusing to me. It seems the rules are very vague, lines get blurred, and where there are lines, they seem to be very fine. Being single has been great in the fact that I've been open to meeting new people, and the ones that have made a certain impact on me, I feel I want to share with you... But I don't want people to misunderstand... and think I'm being careless with people's hearts or feelings. Or that I'm whoring myself around... Maybe I've been too non-chalant about this whole thing. Maybe I've shared too much... or the wrong things? I know I've been hurt lots. Maybe I'm scared to be in a relationship again? I know that I don't want to put myself, or anyone else through the unnecessary hardship that relationships sometimes bring. Maybe I'm freaking out? Nevertheless, I know that I'm searching for more. Like we all are I suppose... Isn't that what everyone wants really? To be validated, and loved, and wanted, and to make someone really, really happy? I'm confused and I'm searching, and I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, if I'm in the right place, if I'm making a mistake or if I'm going to be alright at the end of it all... But I know I can say that I am trying honestly and openly to find the thing we're all looking for. I guess the hardest thing sometimes, is being completely honest with ourselves about what it is we actually want, and the truth about how we are going to get it... I'm on this crazy rollercoaster that is new and exciting and fun. And scary. And I want to put it down for the record that these are only snippets of my thoughts, and although they could so easily be miscontrued, sharing these thoughts with you helps me feel not so alone on this journey. And maybe, someone will totally get this and not feel so alone on their journey either...

How could I resist?

Alright, alright... so it's not fair to refer to individuals if they don't know about your blog... right? But how about the boys that are absolutely aware that they might possibly appear here??? I mean, I know that writting about boys is trouble, but when someone makes you smile as much as Mr Yummy does, then how could I not write about him? I call him Mr Yummy for the simple reason that he is totally yummy. We eat yummy food together, he is fun to be around and he makes me smile and laugh... And he is my friend. Hmmm.... when I first met him, I purposely didn't take notice of him... "What?!" You might ask... "How do you 'purposely' not notice someone?" But you know when you meet someone, and you're friends with their friends, and it could be danger territory, and you think they might not like asian girls, or whatever... and you kinda don't want to embarass yourself?... Well, as much as I tried to 'not notice' him, and as much as I tried to avoid the fact he was very appealing to the eyes... it just happened, I started spending time with him. He is too easy to be around, he makes me smile too much, and I could be thinking about him too often... But, I am determined not to turn to mush. And Mr Yummy, if you're reading this... Damn you! Those head-shells of yours totally got me ;)

Soul Mates

This is my favourite excerpt from the wonderful book 'Eat, Pray, Love' by Elizabeth Gilbert. Anyone who has truly loved and lost will understand this quote... It definitely helped me move forward and let go, and I wanted to share it :)

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that’s holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave.”

-Richard from Texas in ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ by Elizabeth GIlbert

The way to my heart...

Yes, you guessed it... is through my tummy! Seriously though, I shared a wonderful meal over the weekend with great company. There is almost nothing in the world that makes me happier! We went to 'A Tavola' in Dalinghurst, and had their delicious hand made pasta... yummmm. But honestly people, food is fantastic - particularly here in Sydney. Now, I know that it can be an intimidating experience, especially if you don't really 'dine out'. But I challenge you (for your own sake and for mine) to please, please get the hell out there and treat yourself (or your loved one) to a nice meal out. Forget the pretense and the wank, we all feel a little stupid and silly like Julia Roberts in 'Pretty Woman' the first few times we go out to dinner. Don't worry about being judged either. Otherwise, you will miss out on so many fantasic experiences that are so simple, yet stimulate every single one of the senses... And by the way, Hog's Breath, Lone Star, Hooters, etc. are not real dining experiences! Of course they serve some purpose, and there's something to be said about the novelty of six girls, with big tits, line dancing on your table on your birthday. But if you're going to be spending $50 on a meal, you might as well step out of your comfort zone and try eating something new, exciting, fresh, unusual, challenging, interesting... because if you keep an open mind, and an open mouth... ehem... I assure you, you will be pleasantly surprised.

*Photo courtesy of www.smh.com.au

Jew Boy

Okay, okay, so I said I wouldn't write about individual boys anymore. But, this boy actually wants to be in my blog! And, I'm a woman of my word, so here is my shout out to Jew Boy... He even gave himself his own blog name! So, how could I not write about him? And, he even told me what I should write about him! Hehehe... but I must draw the line there... these are my thoughts, dammit! He was even kind enough to pose for a photo with me. So ladies & gentlemen without further adieu, here is Jew Boy. A man of many talents, and single for any ladies out there! Thanks for taking me out for a boogie x