Thursday, May 14, 2009
This is where I stand
When shit hits the fan, I instantly build defensive walls so thick and so tall that even I have trouble climbing out myself.
Thing is, I'm beginning to like it in here. The peace and tranquility helps temper the discontentment somewhat.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 8:01 pm ::
So yes, you got what you want from me at a price. Like a favourite person of mine commented recently, it's better to be cynically paranoid than naively stupid. Better to purge all toxicity from my life now than let it sink in and become permanent. Also, I don't like looking into the eyes of snakes.
Another clueless person I'm fleeing from is just as I described... permanently clueless. I don't doubt that we all have our own episodes of cluelessness, but this person is such a daily blur sotong, it's a permanent case of open-mouth-enter-foot, to the point where the words that come out start taking on a spiteful, malicious tone.
I am an extremely non-confrontational person. I WILL apologize and overlook alot of matters just to ensure peace. Until I have to confront someone, it's usually a big freakin deal to me. And it doesn't help that I'm slightly on the paranoid side these days haha.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
I want pho like NOW!
Let's take a break from the hustle and bustle of exhausting juvenile dramaramas and focus on helping me find Vietnamese food in Kuching.
You know that I'm pretty desperate already because I didn't even bother to put "good" between "find" and "Vietnamese". It has come to the point where any semblance of Vietnamese food would do. I'm willing to settle for 60% authenticity okay... sad right?
The reason behind this madness is Melbourne. See right, in Melbourne there are tons of Vietnamese restaurants serving extremely delicious authentic Vietnamese cuisines. While in Melb, I had the fortune to try really good pho bo (beef noodle soup) at Preston Market.
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooo fucking good. "Hor fun" with beef slices and fresh basil floating in a huge bowl of sweet, salty, slightly tangy beef broth. You squeeze a wedge of lemon into the soup and topped with fresh crunchy breansprouts and the first mouthful is mouthgasm at its finest and most intense. It's like going away and coming back all at once. Crazy and comforting. And definitely the stuff desperate food cravings were made off.
Now I'm left with a pho-craving the size of Africa and no solution for it.
Labels: craving, food, pho, vietnamese
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 9:14 pm ::