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relating to Lenka

As sly as a fox, as strong as an ox
As fast as a hare, as brave as a bear
As free as a bird, as neat as a word
As quiet as a mouse, as big as a house

All I wanna be, all I wanna be, oh
All I wanna be is everything

As mean as a wolf, as sharp as a tooth
As deep as a bite, as dark as the night
As sweet as a song, as right as a wrong
As long as a road, as ugly as a toad

As pretty as a picture hanging from a fixture
Strong like a family, strong as I wanna be
Bright as day, as light as play
As hard as nails, as grand as a whale

All I wanna be oh, all I wanna be, oh
All I wanna be is everything
Everything at once
Everything at once, oh
Everything at once

As warm as the sun, as silly as fun
As cool as a tree, as scary as the sea
As hot as fire, cold as ice
Sweet as sugar and everything nice

As old as time, as straight as a line
As royal as a queen, as buzzed as a bee
As stealth as a tiger, smooth as a glider
Pure as a melody, pure as I wanna be

All I wanna be oh, all I wanna be, oh
All I wanna be is everything
Everything at once

These are the lyrics to Everything At Once by Lenka, and by golly does this describe how I feel right now. Last night I completed the dreams brainstorming in my happiness journal, and I noticed that I want so many things out of my life. And very few of them are linked to what I’m doing right now, but they’re also very risky and require some financial backing, which is why I am where I am. I want to open my own cafe, and I have already got some very specific thoughts on it. I know what I would call it, what the focus would be, and even have musings on the interior. One late night, I even designed the logo for it. But it’s the kind of place that would suit a location that I can’t really afford (not that I can afford any of them), and it would be very risky, since I don’t have any inkling how people would take to it. It would essentially be an oatmeal bar, though of course there would be other options. I’m thinking of calling it h(oat)e. There would be a few ‘chef’s recommendations’, such as apple pie oats, pb+banana+agave (I want the place to be vegan friendly, so no honey unless specifically requested), double chocolate, berrylicious, pumpkin pie. Then there would be the option to design your own, by picking and mixing toppings.

But see, I’m not sure that many people appreciate oats like I do. So in comes the risk, as well as the fact that starting up any small business is risky.

Another things listed in my dreams was to expand my skills in design and photography. I really enjoy them, and much in the way that people have pipe dreams of being famous singers or CEOs, I have a pipe dream of being a photojournalist. It’s certainly nice to fantasise about.

Then, of course, I eventually want the whole marriage and family thing. But I also want to spend at least 3 months in Europe, when I have a decent amount of savings, so that doing so isn’t too financially stressful. And so I can do things like go to super expensive restaurants in Paris, or stay in random luxury hotels.

There were a few other things, but they aren’t really worthy of mention, or are just extremely personal.

I just want everything. And I want to be everything.


a food instagrammer

Yes, that’s right, I am one of those people. The ones who capture their meals with the camera and share them with the world on instagram. I can’t help it, sometimes I make things that look so good, and there is no one here to share it with. So I let the world have a peek.

I’m guilty of this rather a lot, I think. The gallery above should prove that – it’s only a sample of my instagramming.

I know this probably drives some people up the wall. After all, sometimes it’s just downright depressing to see photos of delicious food which you can’t have, or it’s just plain boring seeing photos on the same theme all the time. And most of the time, I think people just don’t care. Foodgrams are a cliche, but I don’t let that stop me. I like taking photos of food just as much as I love the Amaro filter.

This seems to be the effect of social media on our lives, though. Twitter lets us share our every thought; the weird, the trite, the poignant. Facebook lets us stay connected without truly connecting. Tumblr wastes our time with a random assortment of internet highlights, from activists to porn to amusing animals. Youtube lets us watch people sharing their opinions, tutorials and even more adorably hilarious animals. We have access to so much information, and yet we never really seem to delve deep into anything. I read an article for my marketing subject this year called “Is Google Making Us Stupid?”, which made the very interesting point that in today’s society, everyone has a little knowledge about everything, as opposed to previous eras where people would be an expert on a single topic because of dedicated research using books and libraries. With 3 clicks you can accrue enough knowledge to satisfy your curiosity without learning all the surrounding information on the topic. And then there is that tantalising little ‘share’ button at the bottom, which lets you communicate your findings with the world.

And so we all live in a culture where we constantly share and communicate, but we never connect. I can tell you a detail about almost every one of my friends, but it doesn’t tell you anything much about who they are. It’s just, “oh, they linked me to that cat video” or “I loved that meme on their facebook”. Or, in my case, “that wine and cheese night looked so good”.

a Pancake Parlour regular

One of my very good friends and I have a tradition whenever we catch up – we visit the Pancake Parlour for what we call our ‘pancake dates’. This happens on a fairly regular basis, generally every 2 weeks or so. Needless to say, we consider ourselves regulars at the restaurant. To the point where we pretty much know the menu, and are savvy at saving money with coupons and Facebook offers.

There is something very comforting about returning to the same place frequently. It has a sense of home, and when it comes to food, it feels very safe, since you know what to expect from it. At the Pancake Parlour, I tend to stick to the sweet dishes. Not that I have anything against the savoury (although the steak dish sounds unusual, plus I’m vegetarian so there are only a couple  of dishes I can eat), I just prefer sweet foods. At this point I’ve tried most of them, and I have my favourites. So basically what determines my menu choices now is a combination of what offers are available plus any specific cravings I may have.

Today’s deal was a short stack for $5, which is less than half the usual price ($10.90).

According to our syrup theory – if there isn’t a puddle left over at the end, you didn’t add enough (photo credit: Vegeterranean)

Usually, my friend and I go for dinner, but due to conflicting schedules the best we could manage this time was a nice Sunday breakfast. It was kind of perfect actually, because Sunday is the best day for a break from routine and who doesn’t love pancakes on a Sunday morning? Plus, it was an opportunity to try the breakfast menu (or as the PP calls it, Breakfeast Fare). Not that we really did, but it was nice to have the option.

Plus, due to our participation in the Pancake Parlour Ladies Race on Shrove Tuesday, we had a $25 voucher, which covered all our food costs today. Loyalty and participation certainly has its rewards.

Although, you’d think frequenting the place so much would make us speedy orderers. But no, we remain as indecisive as ever. Perhaps we have even gotten worse, now that we know the deliciousness of each dish.

I have to say, the logo has it right. Going to the Pancake Parlour so often is just lovely!

Pancake Parlour

a fan of Mrs Mays products

Mrs Mays products came to Australia only in the last couple of years, and since discovering them I have been obsessed. I was never much of a nut eater, but the classic crunch range (of which there are only a few I have managed to locate – cashew, almond, pumpkin seed & pomegranate-raspberry) have me eating them non-stop.

Pomegrante Raspberry crunch – my favourite

I think part of the appeal is that they are quite healthy and the simplest ones only contain 3 ingredients. There’s the nut, evaporated cane juice and a dash of sea salt.

Mostly, it’s because they just taste so good. I hate salted nuts, so this swings right up my alley, since they’re almost sweet, despite a little salt-kick.

But I recently had some friends over and a bowl of the almond crunch out, and these were the first to go. Although that might have been mostly me…

But they are undeniably addictive, and for once it’s something that I feel ok being addicted to.