Friday, 30 September 2016

o, brave new world

I'm pretending that I like spring more than I actually do. By drawing on the techniques of Pavlov and indulging in the aspects that give it an aura of clean. White shirts, a pivotal essential from Muji and Silky Underwear from Lush. Already, I'm dreading my skin sticking to chairs as though it's a live-or-die relationship. Simple feats of hypnosis, perhaps it'll get me through the next 6 months. 

I used to be an avid reader. Nowadays, I seem to have to have lost the ability to be sucked into the pages and be lost in the world. I'm half-hoping that it's been my choices that have been less than novel. I've always written stories to pass the time, and lately, I've been dabbling in science fiction - a genre I am extremely out of my depth with. That begs research. So I picked up Brave New World with the wish that it would provide me with enlightening insight. 

I could not recommend a book less. It's meant to be pitiful, the characters seemingly trapped in a 'perfect world'. Of a utopia disguised as dystopia. A promising concept that was befell by a half-assed attempt. How disappointing. But I suppose the book served its purpose if it's caused self reflection. I don't need instant gratification, but I do wish that every action I take had a visible result no matter how slight. It would set my mind at ease, so that I'm not convinced I'm floundering in the dark, hands outstretched and completely missing the light. I'm worried, trapped in my self-awareness but not possessing the energy to affect definite change that will cease all anxiety. 

It's October the first and I can't help that I'm destined for failure. It seems even breaking the chain I inevitably end on the path I sought to stray from. I've been chasing the same lofty goal for years without any progress. Let this be it. 



Saturday, 3 September 2016

an encounter at the Two Wolves and the Koi

Uncomfortable outings are softened by the presence of food. That seems to be the adage I've unintentionally adopted these days. Why do I torture myself with Instagram of places that I'm dying to consume but hindered by very real factors such as a growing girth and a shrinking wallet? Note to self, don't befriend enablers. Because not only will they cheer on your bad habits but at least you will have them to cry with. I like my glass half full. Food also provides a distraction from the person in front of you and keeps your mouth occupied against response. ... So there's that. New plan, I'm going to every cafe in Sydney with a mortal enemy. That way, I get company and motivation to go. Ahaha ...

Whimsical alleyways, how Wonderland-esque.

The Two Wolves: Community Cantina gets points for its ambience, it's aid of the community and the 20% student discount that my friend gleefully jumped on the chance of. Tacos are hard to mess up, so what's my excuse for not making them?

As far as I'm concerned, a lunch date isn't a lunch date in the absence of dessert. 

What lurks in Spice Alley you ask? Oh, just a little place that a certain former Masterchef contestant opened whom had a proclivity for desserts. 

That's right, Reynold Poernomo's Koi. I really wish we could try the a la carte dessert menu... next time! On obvious warning, but one that entirely slipped our minds was that, do not order any cakes with fruits out of season for they will be canned. In saying that the combination of mango and yuzu was pleasant. Lychee anything lends itself to a light as air dessert and watch out for anything with a chocolate sheen... they're killer unless you possess an iron stomach. 

Fragments and remnants somehow appear more artistic than its original incarnation. How odd.