Still peckish

I'm tired of rice crackers and dip. That's been our staple snack for
longer than I can remember. Surely there must be something equally
tasty with a different flavour and texture.

It was most pleasing on Christmas eve to unwrap my lovely new kenwood
hand blender. Easily one of the best presents ever, second only to the
sunbeam pie maker from last christmas and the many sheets of puff
pastry that accompanied.

We shall soon learn whether I am weary from eating the same snack for
years, or simply bored of average supermarket dip.

My cousin pointed out on her 30th that as one gets older, one must
simply accept the things that come with growing up:

1. Giving a shit about eating good food.

2. Making time for the kitchen, cos that's where good food will come
from.

3. Loving presents like pie makers and hand blenders.

4. Swapping recipes with mums, aunties and grandmas.

5. Settling for a Nokia or Samsung mobile phone cos you don't really
need all the cool features.

I can gel with most of this list, and it sounds like getting old will
be quite cool and delicious. Dunno about that last one, though. I
really like
My phone - blogged this with it, in fact.

Hopefully by the time I'm proper old, my iPhone will also be a hand
blender and pie maker. That would shit all over other Christmases. :)

Down skirt

Lo-fi lemon ginger

Hello from vines

Little holiday, in a slightly romantic wish-i-had-nice-photos mood but
quite enjoying not really thinking about pictures for now. Been
snacking and drinking non-stop since we got in. Bloody Mary is
officially my favourite cocktail because it feels nutritious even with
a double shot in it, innit.

Today we went swimming, fed sugar to some ants and then had a BBQ. I
would like to download puzzle quest from the iTunes shop but it's too
big and my phone won't let me over 3G. :( bumholes.

It's been an hour since dinner. Time for another snack. :)

Leftover surprise

WARNING!! DO NOT EAT!!

Dear friends, don't eat chilli con queso ever if you are fat or
cholesterol-ridden. It is mostly butter and cheese with some tomato
and chilli to make it seem feasible. Do not be suckers for its demonic
delicious wiles.

oh my god, it's christmas!

Zombie dog

old farts

it's almost midnight, but i don't want to go to bed just yet. my head's in holiday mode - like back in school, even when you're freaking tired, you don't want to sleep your playtime away. i'm not on holiday just yet, though. still 3 more days of work before i get my break.

in my head, the next 3 days will be cruisey, but i'm not sure if that will be the case. there's so much work to be done - constantly. i'm a bit scared of becoming a workaholic. i don't feel like one yet, but getting to be any kind of '-aholic' is a gradual process, and you don't notice until something goes awry. i do like what i do, and think it could be easy to become one if you genuinely enjoy something about your work.

"do what you love, and you'll never have to work a day in your life" - so the saying goes, and they say it like that's automatically a good thing. is it? would you take for granted the bits you love, as routines emerge in that area of your life? could you become complacent about your growth as a person because of the bragging pride that might accompany job satisfaction?

maybe i'm taking this too literally, too metaphorically, too something-lly.

at the end of the day, i feel it comes down to balancing the good and bad aspects of whatever you do. you could be in a position amongst people you hate, but if you really love the work and are fully engaged by what it involves, it might help cancel out the interpersonal issues. or you could be doing no-brainer work that anyone could do that you don't feel proud of, but be surrounded by awesome colleagues and still love going in everyday.

i suppose this applies to other areas of life too - balancing relationships, finances, friendships, time, health. and then balancing them all with each other and adapting to changing needs & circumstances. it's pretty simple really, but definitely not easy.

heh. i feel like an old fart, saying shit like this, but this week, i've done a fair bit of indulgent young-person stuff. caught up with my best friend from primary school, bought myself some treats and toys, went out drinking and spent the next day hungover at work. it's even past midnight and i'm still awake.

so just for this part of the evening, i can afford to be a little bit old.

okay, old fart is going to bed now. night night, kids.

Arr arone

I'm an orphan for chlistmas this year. My palents are not hosting
chlistmas runch so it's just me and my cat on party day.

Going to garden shity on sunday to buy maybe a mini-loast chicken lorr
for the oven. Maybe arso some celely and sweet potato so I can have
some wegetable. Then for dessert, perhaps a cleam calamel or a fluit
fran. Wow, tree course runch, man!

For my cat, I maybe can buy a smarrer cat. Because he is a Chinese
cat, he can eat loast cat ROROROR.

Okay, it's ereben o'crock and typing rike this sucks barrs. Time to
off the iPhone. Bai bai, TTYR.

Cheesy loaf

cold and sweet

I had a watermelon juice today. It was cold and sweet. Much like me, really. Oh ho ho~

My team and I have been working on a massive project. Now, as it tails off, there's more time and headspace to appreciate what's come out of it. I feel I've learned a lot about the people I work with, and about myself. And it's the sort of learning that adjusts my attitude somewhat towards human relationships, growing up and the kind of person I want to be.

For example, today I don't feel so pressured to "prove my worth". And I think that drive to make some kind of point only served to keep me further away from the things I wanted.

At the end of the day, my aim isn't to make people think I'm cool and competent and fun. I want to be cool and competent and fun. I mean, it's nice when people believe good things about you, but it's only meaningful if those things are true.

Today, as I sipped the last of my red melon drink, I joined countini.com - where you can count your drinks and compare with your mates. I like it because the entire internet can see how awesome I truly am with my cool nutritious drinks.


This is not an ad. Nobody pays me to write this shit. :(

Captain... Something

Brd nw

I've not had a full day's break from work in ages. Busy busy project.
Is bananas.

B A N A N A S !

Had a weekend packed with runs to the office, runs to town, runs to
wedding, runs to the shops cos all that running worked up an appetite.
I miss the long hot summers of my uni days. But I shouldn't complain
too much cos I don't miss not having my own income.

If I had a 3-month summer again, I think I would laze on the beach,
join a rock band, paint my apartment and maybe catch up with some zine-
ing. But most likely, I'd just enjoy sitting around with nothing to do.

Not today, though. It's time to get up.