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Some things are just too cute

There are times when u can’t help but go ‘ ohmagod, that is too cute!’ . Well here’s a taste of indie lifestyle ’boutique’, fredflare by duo Chris Bick & Keith Carollo that stores everything that shouts Cute, Happy, Smile smile and Wack. I love how they stock everything from dresses to bacon band-aids, and definitely check out their V-day collections, very inspirational!Great site if ur someone who’s constantly suffering from severe hair loss deciding what to buy for frens who already have everything under the sun, let me tell u something, i bet you they don’t own one helluva Undy Rug!

  It’s been too long..

If i so much as to look you straight into the eyes and deny my negligence towards my all time favo ‘the stiletto, the platter, the girl’  selection, you can punch me straight into the eyes and let me live the rest of my life as a big fat liar. As in me being big, fat, and a damn liar, not metaphorically. THAT would really scare me.

I blame it on myself for indulging too much on an eating frenzy its becoming a task to close an eye and to merely pick one out of the lot and do my blah blah yurgh yum ritual. and now that my past restaurant visits have become more of a collective issue than a current issue, trying to dig through my brain cells for a recollection of how my chocolate parfait with rhubarb ice cream at Vulcans tasted like for example, doesnt seem like a piece of cake anymore. jyer.

If you think about how this was made, u’d be amazed at how much art and patience was sacrifieced in the making. The whole piece had to be evenly distributed in order to get identical pieces everytime it was cut out and served. the idea of a desert land with twigs of a wilted maroon plant and of course the taste and texture of the parfait and rhubarb together, beautiful.

But enough about yummy chocolate parfait, the establishment that i ‘DIE DIE’ have to write about is PIER. Because i MUST DO PIER. I MUST DO PIER. I MUST DO PIER.

Some might kill me for favouring Pier over Tetsuyas but hell they didnt win the Australian Traveller Guide 2008 Restaurant of the Year Award for nothing ya know. Pier totally rocked my socks…and knickers. For this review, ill only be picking my favourite dishes to speak about.

Its hard not to gasp over the view that Pier so handsomely boasts, one cant deny that it’s nothing less than breathtaking. The restaurant itself sits on a pier, like you’re dining above the waters. and the glass panels that envelopes the whole restaurant pretty much gives u a 360 degrees view of the bay. one word- stunning.

Birthday boy and the mrs. We did a la carte that night. the tasting room required bookings ahead but thats not gonna stop me from going there for tasting sessions the next time around. Because i swear ill be there again.

Restaurants love using the words ‘open up ur palates’ when they serve u your first palate cleansers, this one played its role like a perfect suitor. Cant exactly recall everything in this cold carrot soup but the hint of coriander and that italian ham stick(i think it was pancetta, but i cant quite recollect) was amazing together. Being a fan of nothing carrot, this palate cleanser made carrot king of the farm. i do not kid. .

This was my entree: Roasted Scallops with Cauliflower, Kipfler potato, and morel vinaigrette

Im a huge slut for scallops, u rob me from my scallops, u’ll be blind the next minute. I was THIS close to not offering the rest a test portion of my entree because i wanted it all for myself. but of cos im nicer than that. Having seen all heads on the table go nod nod nod when they tried the scallops made it all worthwhile.  I would forego cauliflower anytime, but because this dish was sooo damn blardy amazing, u just had to eat it all. and yes, i did the scrape-lick action, couldnt help it ok. let me tell u how the scallops felt like in my toungue–> it felt better than sex. haha, really meh!..really

This was the King Prawn Tartare served with  sterling caviar and soy mirin dressing. CucumberBoy was very smart (for once) for picking this for his entree. My formal declaration for loving anything raw starts here . This dish was alllllll about the freshness of the prawns. Try dishing out the exact dish with prawns of a 2nd grade, you’ll start seeing me throw raw eggs around. and that’s what Pier is best known for, their fresh seasonal seafood. Imagine catching a prawn fresh from the sea, peeling its shell while it still wiggles, deepin it in soy mirin and straight into your mouth. I guess thats the best way to describe this dish, but imagine it colder. OH Ma ggawwddd.

Confit of Murray Cod with radishes, baby beets and smoke prawn butter.

Let’s just say i’ve never tasted fish so light yet so powerful at the same time. The lightness came from the method of cooking itself, oven baking it in oil and keeping a lot of the moisture inside; while the oomph of this dish was definitely the texture. You know how the best part of the fish is always its cheeks, lets just say this whole dish was a big piece of fish cheek.

Blanquette of John Dory and Ginger with Crab Ravioli

Tiffany queen, Yasuho

CucumberBoy and his very expensive bday cake

TetsuyaTim caught doing his usual visual checks. He’s precision and detailed observations in most of our restaurant visits scares me a lil. He picks up the slightest details. Our French wait staff recognised TetsuyaTim from his previous visit, which explains his extra attention towards our table. Guess its just something ppl do for ppl in the same industry. But nonetheless, service was excellent and unpretentious. Definitely worth the hefty tip we left them.

The girl and the bday boy. If you havnt already realise, once again,I LOVE PIER, I AM IN LOVE WITH PIER, I WANNA MARRY PIER!!!!! Especially if you love your seafood, you HAVE to HAVE to HAVE to HAVE to HAVE to HAVE to (c’mon, say it with me) HAVE TO HAVE TO HAVE TO HAVE TO HAVE TO DINE AT PIER. ok i hope ive hypnotized u enough. Now tumble over and get urself Pier-ed!

Stiletto’s thumbs up: My Scallop dish woot!

Stiletto’s thumbs down: nil

Stiletto’s restaurant rating: Im giving it a 10 inches baby!!!

Do you see God?

Im praying i can work wonders in the kitchen with this bible. AUD$85 worth of amazing recipes. Go get yourself one.

Where are my angpows?

It seems that making every effort to celebrate CNY in a city namely Adelaide is quite impossible.

Instead of feeding myself silly with mandarins, feasting on ahma’s perut ikan, abalone soup, curry chicken, chai bui and my favourite sambal ulam (i know its not Raya, but my ahma’s so nyonya we cant help but be raised that way), and HEEELLOOOO!!! collect angpows, i slapped myself up from a 5 hr slumber and sat myself at the lecture hall minutes after to sing praises (read: eyes half closed and coffee in hand) to Contract Law to which id like to describe as Absolute C.R.A.P *YAWN* SLEEP.

boo the hoo hoo.

I could rant further but me being me, i would take myself and go hunt in the jungle, chop some trees and make myself some angpows and maybe some chinese paper cuttings if it means feeling a lil bit more festive. It’s one of the best times of the year and my only chance of allowing myself to pump the numbers on the scale without having to go yerggghhhhhhiiaaaookkk and regret when i look at myslelf in the mirror while i chomp on a piece of 5 spice stewed pork belly. oh the yum.

but hey! you’d think i skipped the dong dong chiang festivity and all, but u think wrong.

cos in all efforts of the B.Junkies, we threw ourselves our own tuan yuan fan and invited 18 of our kakis over for dinaaa. had my favourite deep fried nian gao for supper, wore my bright red sweater over my favourite gray loose tee on the first day and comtemplated on wearing my favo red undies for extra good luck but saw it still left hanging to dry on the line. damn (i tried). I’m so silai when it comes to things like this im disgusted at myself.

So all u lucky people out there celebrating CNY with ur family and collecting all MY angpows, i wish u all

GONG XI FA CAI!!

all become fat fat and happy happy

(while i sit back and eat more nian gao until i puas giler)

7am

I played toilet bowl’s bestie the other night hugging it for almost an hour while the back patting and tears drying made me felt like a fragile baby. Oh why am i so blessed mama.  guess being sole beneficiary of mom’s genes has a lot to do with this lack of. not always a good case.

but apart from that crazy maniac lunatic girl in the red dress (nice body though)that night, everyone was pretty much flying high. damn that crazy girl.

PeterC and his full set of whities

Bamboo Junkies yo

gonna miss you so much CG!!

On the down low eyh?

knock knock wiggle wiggle smack!

Running behind

At this moment, im running behind time in almost everything im doing. It doesnt help much that my sleeping time’s gone haywire. Oversleeping for classes, not very A star student potential either. I’m running through the checklist in my head again and again, thinking of loopholes that i can swerve aside for a short cut route. nup, no luck. and nothing’s been checked. gggrrrrr. i question myself of the need and urgency of having to speed through the checklist. Do i really have toooooooo???….

can i go back to when i was 9 where we would run around in our huge garden for hours with that extra up and down hill, eat mamee monster like it’s the best thing in the world (it still is), wear mum’s jewellery, and have dinner ready by 7pm after those few good rounds around the garden. Food, fashion, a healthy lifestyle and zero responsibilities all in one package.

I need to buy that package NOW.

Summer BBQs

are only mandatory during this time of the year. Wee Hoo!

Nothing like homemade barbie, your own certified chef, maniac folks, booze, colour coordination and AWESOME PRAWNS!!

We made everyone wear red and black or no oink for them

Me and CG who also makes jewellery and revamp shoes. gotta luv em!

We sure blardy hell made full use of our balcony space. Spread the whole balcony with multiple used fabric and you got urself a balcony bbq but only 3 ft wide. hah. a lil bit of eco-friendly try hard creativity at work.

Weeman and Cleaner halfway gone and doing some perky

Wiped clean the Chilli chicken that almost smoked our whole apartment. Picture 3 girls panicking like some 40 year old silais jumping up and down like how Mario would when he scores gold coins in MarioWorld (but just not as adorable). yup. may silais save the day.

Workin the crazy eyes. Alex has this tattoo of 6 stars that would make anyone stare cock at it for 3 minutes and (with extreme exxageration ) go ‘ what the fuck is that laaaa?’ . Seriously, it makes no sense. not to him,  and surely not to his dog. God Bless him for still thinking he has the coolest tat in the whole world.

Made WeeMan do the nastiest things for not following the colour code. and all was worthwhile. *nods head nods head*

Its not always that u get to savour wings like that. god knows what Tats put into those wings. you just want to chomp on it forever. im the kind of person that would lick clean my wings, lick my fingers, then wipe my hands on my clothes, then continue eating like its the best things in the world.  ok now i sound so gross. beh tahan can.

MyNomadPartner and her carbs.

the girl

can you tell that i looooveeee barbeques. more more more till that damn autumn weather dawns upon us. ergh.

My frens have the best barbeque recipes ever. all self-created and home made. Not gonna broadcast their secrets out here. but if any of u are interested, mail me, i wont mind sheding some light to those who love em barbeques as much as i do.

Spot Nana. and yes, i always tie my hair up like that looking

like me old ballerina self. puik. except much more unruly and no hairspray.

Been workin on ‘Oh-Ate’ for a while now between classes and drinking games. Still a few more to go before completion. Im hoping it’ll be must-haves for those who love em big on the finger, because there’s nothing better than the random passer-by going ‘ ohmygod, where did u get that ring? Its beautiful..’. Trust me, i’ve gotten a fair share of that. and it never fails to make me a smile a lil.

I don’t do diamonds yet. still can’t quite grasp it. Yet. Carat woat? Maybe in a couple of years i’ll start making my boy cry. but for now, ill save him the tears.

Though the occasional gem stones and pearls do make my eyes glow a lil bit too much. Especially if it sparkles with my birth stone, the emerald.

But for now, I’ll just let plastic, timber, resin, and anything trashy drive me up the happy high trees and sing like a monkey.

ps: to those who have mailed and asked, soon enough. my fingers arent dead yet.

Up already

 Love of the moment

Lucy Tumbull

Heads or Tails 11

Oil on Canvas

Recieved good news today in the form of phone call and disturbed deep slumber. Eyes barely opened, i listened to the babbling other end. Wanted to yay so loud but only managed a miserable yay. Good enough. one would usually expect silence and the occasional hmmmm hmmmm slam phone action if one so close as to nudge me during my sleep. jyer.

Let’s just hope the good news stay as that till it actually happens. *fingers crossed*

In other news, furniture shopping is quite delightful. Specially if u can roam through antique crap and dust-clad clockwork. So old it doesnt even work. tsk. Still lookin for a table lamp. Something from the 60′s preferably.

Dun blame us for turning to the Swedish company once in a while for affordable furniture and basic homeware. Dahlah back to student life, gotta save for the tummy and the wardrobe and the occasional spa indulgences.

Me being geek.

Can’t wait. Good news come my way please.

pray pray kiss kiss

Almost done

eating off wireless from Cibo is so damn desperate. of cos with some green tea to accompany. but to hell living without the net.

Being a nomad has its pros and cons. Pros being able to live off people for nothing more than a satisfying meal, B&B lifestyle, no after clean-ups and a hot roomie. and cons being everything else. Having to move 3 times before settling down–pain in the butt hole.

Lucky us for the pain in the butt hole has now subsided from what seemed like harsh hot rashes to some perky lookin beauty.

We love the new place.

Fresh off the market, right smack in the city, huge space, awesome kitchen and totally digging my new space.

very me.

downside: having to shop like mad in Sydney then come back to A-town. a bit sad case ok.

surviving on Locco, Sooki, King William Rd, parade, Ebay, e-shopping and vintage stores around will do for now.

upside: Elephant Walk, Spatz and Yen Linh .Come to mama.

me love glebe: showing some lovin’

manage to chat up.the lady is shifting her life to Paris for one blardy month and selling all

her beauties away. so sad can die,. and here i thought she was imigrating her whole life there

i want to buy her whole damn wardrobe

With the TreyBrey waiting for theNomadPartner trying on some lovely cut-offs  

We love those Ahma bags. We can so work it together.

TreyBrey chomping on her hummus/cheese platter

Nothing like some good ol bolognese and a cappucino cuppa. oh the yum

and of cos the mandatory luva luva

miss u already Trey. Do me a favour and keep up with the hairspray.

classes officially starting tomorrow. Me no like.

the one with the lovely carpeted stairway. yum

So once again im living like a nomad. homeless, clotheless and Bu-less. crap.

I’d think we were cursed if we followed our initial plan to bunk at Alex’s shit hole of a place. his dog SHAT like a king in his room while he went to Taiwan for a holiday, tore down everything you could possibly imagine and transformed his previously quaint bedroom into what id like to call now ——> A SHIT HOLE. literally.

but of course we were offered another place to bunk in almost immediately when Tom saw us landing at the shit hole. oh thank the lord. lugging back our 10 or so suitcases from location A to location B under the HOT adelaide sun after our crap-laden incident along with terribly bad hair and extreme shortage of H20, not fun.

We’re all safe now.

Bunking in at Tom’s. We loikey. and it doesnt hurt as well that Tom’s such a good looker. We loikey.

apartment hunting is so not fun.

we’ll get a place soon. then at least we can get Bamboo’s stuff all sorted out. thanx for being patient girls.

fingers crossed