Footie Finale

GRAAAAAND FINAAAAAL WEEKEEEEEEEND!!!

Just once I'll like to be in Melbourne during Grand Finals week, to be in the middle of all the festivity and excitement and alcoholic haze. I came close to it last year, when we flew into Victoria for Mitch's friend's wedding. Unfortunately, said wedding was on Grand Finals day itself - so instead of trapping myself in Federation Square (or any other large open spaces with live telecast cos let's be realistic - there was no way I could afford tickets), we were barricaded inside with no TV access, waiting for the groom and his men who were late because they had to stop by Maccas to grab lunch wtf.

We made it home just in time to see the Geelong boys kick the winning goal against Saints. Which was hardly a consolation since we missed the whole goddamn game, but at least we won.



And then this year we lost at the semis. T_T

So the first time in 3 years, I don't have a team to barrack for on finals, and I'm just a little bit at lost. Out of the two teams, one is the public enemy and the other is the team we beat last season. Macam mana, who better to root for?



I'm kidding, of course I know who. GO SAINTS! As much as I have a sinking feeling that Collingwood is going to win the premiership, I think I speak for all non-Pies fans that I hope the Red, Black and White will just sneak by with a 1 point win at the very last second. And it will be some epic goal by Goddard, because I said so.

Now where's my beer?

Yellow Fever

I have recently discovered a profound love for the colour yellow.

I think it all started with the episode of Glee where the girls had matching yellow frocks and sang to a Walking on Sunshine//Halo mash-up, all jacked up on Vitamin D. How have I not taken notice (and ownership) of this bright, happy hue before? How could I have gone through a good quarter of a century without racking every clothing shelf empty of their bananas and mustards and lemons? (Answer: it's because I always end up buying them in black instead).

And the deal was finally sealed when I bought these pair of shoes during my last trip home:


:: Only RM30! Suck on that, pricey and uninspired Aussie shoes ::

Actually maybe it went back as far as last Christmas when Mitch bought me the prettiest yellow dress ever; which unfortunately is still sitting in my cupboard with the tag on - but brightening up my otherwise boring wardrobe. Only because it's 3 whole sizes too big for me and I've never gotten around fixing it. And by fixing it, I mean asking my mum to help me fix it.

I still try it on from time to time, hoping that I've somehow filled out the bust area or that it wasn't as loose as I remembered it to me. No luck so far. :(

But modest chest sizes aside; I think there's no better time than here and now to fully embrace the lemon power - spring time in sunny Perth. :) Driving down to Albany, we passed fields after endless fields of dense yellow wildflowers just begging to be pranced upon. And I will, mark my words - I will. Just as soon as I get the perfect frock and wide-brimmed hat.

Until then, I'm spreading the yellow fever.


:: Jovani Prom Dress. It's yellow, it's ruffled and it's bubbled at the hem! ::


:: The yellow field flowers I would much rather have ::


:: Michael Kors Grommet Tote. Only $269. Only 13 hours of workslavery. ::


:: Something relatively more affordable - Weis Mango & Cream, the mother of all tubbed ice-creams. The mango sorbet is possibly more mango-riffic than most fruit mangoes. And it's paired with the creamiest, richest, smoothest vanilla cream ::


:: Mango panna cotta - recipe here ::


:: My current spritz of choice ::


:: A 1969 Ford Mustang ::


:: A dopey yellow lab puppy ::


:: You haven't had jelly beans till you've had Jelly Belly Buttered Popcorn beans ::


And last but not least:



A yellow polka dot bikini! :)


xx
Hsin

Workxcursion

Aaaand it's about time we have an update. I realized that for a while now, every time someone logs on to my blog, first thing they would see was my lament about my ringworm infection - with a picture to boot.

First off, a quick plug to my friend Mark (known in some circles as Quin's hubby-to-be) who's finally put together his long-overdue food blog. He's still brimming with the keenness and enthusiasm of a virgin blogger (4 entries in like less than 2 days); so head over and show some love - esp if you fancy an off-the-wall recipe that one may or may not afford to make.

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I've been busy with work myself, which explains my absence lately. And after back-to-back 6-day (often double) shifts, we finally have the weekend off! (/^ ^)/ A long weekend at that, cos Monday's job was canceled ahohoho.

But I won't bore you with the details. Instead, let me walk you through a series of photos summarizing my last couple of weeks; featuring 2 travel jobs, several fooding hunts, and one epicly drunken night. Or maybe not that last bit.

First off, CEXP Northern Run! (babelfish says: Coles Express gas stations across Kimberly region of WA i.e. Fitzroy Crossing, Halls Creek and Kunnunura in that order). As most of these are already up on Facebook, I'm just going to select a few worthy for a re-post.


:: Such as this! ::

They say the third time's the charm, and it can't ring any truer for this trip. I may have complained about it to some of you prior to departure, but much to my relief there were NO IRRADIATED MAN-EATING BUGS WAITING TO BITE MY FACE OFF T____T Then we had a good troop ensuring much fun and food flexibility (that means being able to split 50/50 booze-chow fund); and I supposed more importantly, we had relevant biggies from the client's side to make sure there's no mucking about on the store manager's side. So the jobs went relatively smoothly.


:: The vast expanse of flat, empty plains and bright skies ::


:: As we had long hours of drive from one town to another, usually with little to no towns in between, public toilets were sparse and often unimpressive - such as the above ::


:: ... WHICH HOUSES THIS! A BLOODY HOLE IN THE GROUND! Mind you, it's a disabled-friendly hole in the ground::


:: And small, cramped, dodgy looking rooms where we had to share in twos. I'd imagine Mitch and Paul got a bit cozy that night, since the bed was just about right for Felicia and myself ::


:: But we weren't short on good, hearty food though. :) Pictured here, falling-off-bone tender lamb shank, on a bed of creamy mash from Fitzroy River Lodge ::

And then in Kununnura, we had the pleasure of revisiting the Pumphouse Restaurant & Bar
which was quite literally a foodie oasis in the middle of a dry, relic nowhere. It is situated along the Ord River, and has one of the most spectacular sunset views I've seen.

Unfortunately, we missed it this time around. Partly because it's still winter I supposed, so the sun set a lot earlier; and we were feeling lazy from the drive.

Also last time we were there, it was Woodfire Pizza Tuesday* which was kinda what we were going for this visit (because it amounted to quite a cheap bill). But we were there on a Friday, and there were no specials apart from their perpetually $5 Crown Lager wooooaaaahhhh I'd forgotten about that up till then.

But it was a blessing in disguise, as we soon discovered.


:: Which all 3 of them ordered cos they're unadventurous like that. I didn't try the pork as I was busy scoffing down my dinner, but they raved about how spectacular it was, grilled to absolute perfection. I stole a mushroom however; and it (mushroom + sauce) was divine ::


:: But I much prefer my perfectly grilled, succulent, tender-in-the-middle tuna steak. And it was paired superbly with ratatouille and a delicate white port reduction. And the potato gnocchi made up for good starch since it wasn't the biggest meal. But never have I had Such. Perfectly. Cooked. Fish. I would go back to Kununnura just for another piece of this ::


:: And really, that's just too cute ::

For the rest of the night, I think the pictures speak for themselves.


:: Because it was on special. And also cos it wasn't half bad ::


:: Shang Tsung watches you ::








:: Whilst stumbling our way to the BP across the road to get midnight munchies. Thank goodness for 24-hour servos serving hot chicken chips that were wicked yum ::


:: A tribute to our boss man, whom we're always thinking of no matter where we are. Loved, much? ::




:: Goodnight, folks. ::

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Part 2: CEXP Albany

Which really was just an overnight job for Mitch and myself. The drive took 5 hours plus each way, so we had little time for anything else apart from a decent dinner and of course, work in the morning.

Nothing out of the ordinary occurred throughout the 2 days, except maybe for the lady at the reception who appeared to not know what a debit card is wtf. She asked us to show the credit card that the room was booked under, which we couldn't because our boss did the booking online and usually (i.e. every other time), they never ask for it. So then she said, any credit cards, just for security deposit purposes; and Mitch asked her if his debit card was okay, and she asked, "Does it have credit on it?"

Wtf? Did she mean whether he had money in his account? Cos really it just sounded like she had no idea that a debit Mastercard, as the ads claim, does everything a Mastercard can do, but with one's own money.

Meh. So in the end, we had to fork out a $250 cash deposit up front, which of course, had to be withdrawn from a petrol station across the road cos they didn't bloody have an ATM on the premise. Bodohs. -_- Got charged $4 bank fees sommore, wth. Shame on you, Banksia Gardens. Call yourself a fancy schmancy place.

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But at least their food was decent, although Mitch's prawns from his Surf n Turf were suspected of being the cause of a bit of tummy rumble over the night.

And mine was just stupidly small.


:: Even though I had an entree, which I had to admit was pretty damn good. Could have done with more cheese though, it looked like it was just dotted with mozzarella. And perhaps a bit more seasoning as well to fully bring out the flavour of the Portobello ::


:: On the other hand, well-seasoned baby squid, perhaps could have done with a few extra seconds on the grill, and tossed over a crisp Greek salad. But goddammit this doesn't pass off as a main! ::

I left that night, feeling half-empty and half-disappointed. Fortunately the possibly-undercooked squid didn't backfire on me. I was bracing for stomach bug at best, salmonella at worst, but really I was just ... hungry, for the rest of the night.

Then again, when am I ever not hungry, eh? As we speak I'm sipping on Frozen Coke Float, which I reckon is one of the most ingenious McD's "Pairing of Two Things to become a New Item!" since Orange McFizz. Shame they took that off the menu back home. :(


xx
Hsin