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Last week, I did…
(No proof reading done, so its probably not a good story)
Not did, attended. An Indian Feast. I am a person that is hard to say no when knowing a feast is around the corner. A few of us travelled to Oendrila’s place. Time to catch up and then headed to her local Indian Take Away. Let the feast begin. At the moment, I’m having trouble remembering what we ordered. The feast itself wasn’t spectacular, but it was decent enough. I still prefer Mum’s Indian Chef for the moment. And even the little Indian Gourmet Curry Hut off Little Collins offers good value for the quality of curries.
But the special moment wasn’t about the feast itself, it was the film; Water (imdb, wikipedia, official). I was absolutely mesmerised. The cinematography was stunning. Put simply, I was awed by the shots, the angles, the colours, the vibrancy and the energy. The storyline itself is very touching – you always had hope for the characters. Thank you to Oendrila for explaining some of the concepts to provide a deeper understanding and most importantly an appreciation to the key concepts within the film. Clearly, the little girl stole the show, I really loved her. The only downside was the male lead couldn’t really express his feelings in the movie (through facial expressions and body language) and thus really didn’t convey the love he had for the female lead. If you ever get the chance; get some popcorn, a glass if wine, wipe your glasses and enjoy the film. I’ll be getting a copy of this sometime soon.
a quiet one
Nothing special happening on Friday. Hit the office, went home with Jacs. Bought all the required ingredients to make a chicken mushroom risotto, a dvd from blockbuster and popcorn. Quite a lazy night in. Perfect.
the market
Saturday was an intense affair. Got up, headed home and cleaned up as the Chau Clan was coming over. That’s 35+ people. Yep, that’s my family. And that’s only half it – my Dad’s side of the family! It was my Grandparents anniversary. We gathered, prayed and had a feast. I really didn’t eat anything, just sat down and tried to get my little cousins to rebel against their mothers on cooking rice. For those that know me, I hate rice. Rice, no way! But sticky rice is good. Rice with colour is good. Basmati rice is ok. Rice used in a risotto is ok. But long grain rice = not good. I always prefer noodles. Noodles rock. And that’s all type of noodles; rice noodles, egg noodles and wheat noodles. Then you have different types of rice noodles, like vermicelli, fine vermicelli, broad rice noodles, fat rice noodles, fat round rice noodles. I can go on and on and on about noodles.
Whilst the Chau Clan entertained themselves, I dressed up and headed out to Port Melbourne for a fine dining experience at Watefront. Diana organised a get together before she embarked another trip to somewhere in the world – it’s a bit like where’s Wally. There was Diana, Luyen, Sueanne, Jess, Jacs and myself. It was great to catch up with Diana as the last time I saw her was… 2003! We talked, ordered seafood and a wonderful bottle of white wine. But, I was starving. As you would expect, such a ‘classy’ seafood restaurant you pay for some ridiculous price for a small portion. That’s fine by me, I had convinced myself that I needed to go on a diet and hence this is all good. Still, the hunger pains were calling. I ignored the best I could. Jacs and I had to attend another dinner.
Yes that’s right, another dinner. The best thing about it was it was right next door!!! Couldn’t believe my luck. Our Canadian darling Courtney was celebrating her quarter-life crisis birthday at 3 Station Pier. There were many new faces and I’m having a hard time recalling them. But, I had to answer something else, my hunger pains. A charcoaled grilled lamb pizza came out and it was satisfying. It was awesome, it was pure bliss. The eggplant was thinly sliced, a generous bed of rocket salad leaves and chunky lamb pieces. Fantastic. It was also great to catch up with Katherine, Edina, Rita and Doogs. After many rounds of wine, shots, cocktails it was time to shake some booty!
Now here is where the title “the market” comes in. Our original destination, The Beach at Port Melbourne was closed. One of Courtney’s friends suggested going to a gay night club. An exchange of looks between Doogs, Lammo and me and it was confirmed. Big, wide smiles and we were ready to experience the gay scene in Melbourne.
Off we went to Commercial Road looking for “Heaven’s Door”. A pretty gay name if you ask me. And some pretty gay themed drinks. I did not deter three men with four hot looking chicks (and a whole bunch of Courtney’s friends). We marched on and went in with our heads held high. A round of beers to loosen us up. A visit to the bathroom. Now here is a story. There was a massive mirror that was behind the toilet. I have never seen myself urinating. And it’s bloody hard to keep aim whilst checking yourself out in the mirror. And the greatest thing was that now I know what I look like, downstairs, from a particular angle. I pity the poor souls who have seen it - it’s not really a sexy scene.
So another round of drinks and Lammo took the plunge to spend his last dollars on a “Fire Island Ice Tea”. It was potent. You can’t taste the alcohol and it was yum. Reminds me of “Evil Brew”.
For photos: (having trouble displaying photos)
Doogs, Lammo and Me at Heaven's Door
Drinks at Heaven's Door
Out of Heaven’s Door to enter “The Market”. Literally, it is “The meat Market”. This is eye candy for girls and boys who like to admire hot, chiselled male bodies. I now know my body aspires to have that gay, hot body. It was packed; it must be a popular night. Lining up like eager little puppies. Had a quick chat with the lady bouncer who thought we were from out of town – we should’ve replied we were from Darwin. We entered.
The music was pumping and all you see is – hot guys… topless. Now I can see what Bergio sees. It was like a rave, a laser light show, thumping beats, smoky atmosphere – it reminds me of my younger days at God’s Kitchen and MoS tours. To sum it up, I had a blast. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
But the question remains, will I return?
a blast from the past
Sunday was all about catching up a friend. Mary decided that she had to escape Adelaide for the weekend to Melbourne. I haven’t seen Mary in about 3-4 years. I took her to my favourite café on Level 35 at Hotel Sofitel. There we talked as if time didn’t exist.
After some 2-3 hours later, I headed home. And someone popped up on my msn, a man I last saw in 2001/2002. Jason had moved to Canberra working with one of the Government departments.
last weekend…
It wasn’t as exciting and jam packed as the one detailed above. But there were some pretty important events happening.
Once again, Friday, I headed to Emerald for another quiet night. A dvd, dinner and popcorn. Saturday was pretty much a lazy affair; cleaned up Jac’s place, walked Judy, got dressed and headed to the city.
awards (click here for photos)
AIESEC Monash hosted their annual RnR Night. This time it was a classy event. Boys in suits, girls in frocks. KimChi Grandma on Bourke Street was the place to be. A scrumptious Korean BBQ was simply mouth-watering. It’s certainly been a long time since I had a decent Korean meal. Congratulations to all the much deserved award recipients and to Oendrila and her team for organising such a great night out.
Headed out to the Trader Bar. It’s a bit of a novelty. Drink prices are governed by market conditions and the rules of supply and demand. It was a great night, catching up with many people and getting all the Goss.
But Jacs and my night didn’t end there. It ended at the Police Station! I have always remembered Vivi’s official statement on witnessing a crime a year ago and psyched myself up to give my statement. What had happened, as we were driving to the airport, a car overtook as and clipped (side swiped) us as s/he re-entered into our lane. It was fairly deliberate and the driver simply didn’t care about the potential accident that could have happened. The driver almost took out another car in front of us. So we went to the Police Station and found out that the number plates were stolen!
water
Two close friends decided to take another step in their faith and was baptised at their church. For myself, it was quite a fascinating experience to attend another service other than my own (I’m a Roman Catholic and the service I attended to provide my support was a Baptist church). It really was an eye-opener experience and got me to reflect on my own faith and how important it was to me. Really the night was for Jing and Mayling; congratulations on embarking a journey of strengthening your faith. What’s more, it was great to catch up with them, as well as my date Wendy, MJ, Doogs, Leanne and meeting many new faces.
So that’s two weekends in one post. I’m finally done!
To round up...
It’s good to know that other than myself I have another person reading what I type up. Which, I still believe, is utterly crap.
When I ONLY had three posts…
Here is how the MSN chat went:
Mazzy: i LOVE your blog
Mazzy: i am reading all the time now
Huy: what all 3 posts? ha!
(No proof reading done, so its probably not a good story)
Not did, attended. An Indian Feast. I am a person that is hard to say no when knowing a feast is around the corner. A few of us travelled to Oendrila’s place. Time to catch up and then headed to her local Indian Take Away. Let the feast begin. At the moment, I’m having trouble remembering what we ordered. The feast itself wasn’t spectacular, but it was decent enough. I still prefer Mum’s Indian Chef for the moment. And even the little Indian Gourmet Curry Hut off Little Collins offers good value for the quality of curries.
But the special moment wasn’t about the feast itself, it was the film; Water (imdb, wikipedia, official). I was absolutely mesmerised. The cinematography was stunning. Put simply, I was awed by the shots, the angles, the colours, the vibrancy and the energy. The storyline itself is very touching – you always had hope for the characters. Thank you to Oendrila for explaining some of the concepts to provide a deeper understanding and most importantly an appreciation to the key concepts within the film. Clearly, the little girl stole the show, I really loved her. The only downside was the male lead couldn’t really express his feelings in the movie (through facial expressions and body language) and thus really didn’t convey the love he had for the female lead. If you ever get the chance; get some popcorn, a glass if wine, wipe your glasses and enjoy the film. I’ll be getting a copy of this sometime soon.
a quiet one
Nothing special happening on Friday. Hit the office, went home with Jacs. Bought all the required ingredients to make a chicken mushroom risotto, a dvd from blockbuster and popcorn. Quite a lazy night in. Perfect.
the market
Saturday was an intense affair. Got up, headed home and cleaned up as the Chau Clan was coming over. That’s 35+ people. Yep, that’s my family. And that’s only half it – my Dad’s side of the family! It was my Grandparents anniversary. We gathered, prayed and had a feast. I really didn’t eat anything, just sat down and tried to get my little cousins to rebel against their mothers on cooking rice. For those that know me, I hate rice. Rice, no way! But sticky rice is good. Rice with colour is good. Basmati rice is ok. Rice used in a risotto is ok. But long grain rice = not good. I always prefer noodles. Noodles rock. And that’s all type of noodles; rice noodles, egg noodles and wheat noodles. Then you have different types of rice noodles, like vermicelli, fine vermicelli, broad rice noodles, fat rice noodles, fat round rice noodles. I can go on and on and on about noodles.
Whilst the Chau Clan entertained themselves, I dressed up and headed out to Port Melbourne for a fine dining experience at Watefront. Diana organised a get together before she embarked another trip to somewhere in the world – it’s a bit like where’s Wally. There was Diana, Luyen, Sueanne, Jess, Jacs and myself. It was great to catch up with Diana as the last time I saw her was… 2003! We talked, ordered seafood and a wonderful bottle of white wine. But, I was starving. As you would expect, such a ‘classy’ seafood restaurant you pay for some ridiculous price for a small portion. That’s fine by me, I had convinced myself that I needed to go on a diet and hence this is all good. Still, the hunger pains were calling. I ignored the best I could. Jacs and I had to attend another dinner.
Yes that’s right, another dinner. The best thing about it was it was right next door!!! Couldn’t believe my luck. Our Canadian darling Courtney was celebrating her quarter-life crisis birthday at 3 Station Pier. There were many new faces and I’m having a hard time recalling them. But, I had to answer something else, my hunger pains. A charcoaled grilled lamb pizza came out and it was satisfying. It was awesome, it was pure bliss. The eggplant was thinly sliced, a generous bed of rocket salad leaves and chunky lamb pieces. Fantastic. It was also great to catch up with Katherine, Edina, Rita and Doogs. After many rounds of wine, shots, cocktails it was time to shake some booty!
Now here is where the title “the market” comes in. Our original destination, The Beach at Port Melbourne was closed. One of Courtney’s friends suggested going to a gay night club. An exchange of looks between Doogs, Lammo and me and it was confirmed. Big, wide smiles and we were ready to experience the gay scene in Melbourne.
Off we went to Commercial Road looking for “Heaven’s Door”. A pretty gay name if you ask me. And some pretty gay themed drinks. I did not deter three men with four hot looking chicks (and a whole bunch of Courtney’s friends). We marched on and went in with our heads held high. A round of beers to loosen us up. A visit to the bathroom. Now here is a story. There was a massive mirror that was behind the toilet. I have never seen myself urinating. And it’s bloody hard to keep aim whilst checking yourself out in the mirror. And the greatest thing was that now I know what I look like, downstairs, from a particular angle. I pity the poor souls who have seen it - it’s not really a sexy scene.
So another round of drinks and Lammo took the plunge to spend his last dollars on a “Fire Island Ice Tea”. It was potent. You can’t taste the alcohol and it was yum. Reminds me of “Evil Brew”.
For photos: (having trouble displaying photos)
Doogs, Lammo and Me at Heaven's Door
Drinks at Heaven's Door
Out of Heaven’s Door to enter “The Market”. Literally, it is “The meat Market”. This is eye candy for girls and boys who like to admire hot, chiselled male bodies. I now know my body aspires to have that gay, hot body. It was packed; it must be a popular night. Lining up like eager little puppies. Had a quick chat with the lady bouncer who thought we were from out of town – we should’ve replied we were from Darwin. We entered.
The music was pumping and all you see is – hot guys… topless. Now I can see what Bergio sees. It was like a rave, a laser light show, thumping beats, smoky atmosphere – it reminds me of my younger days at God’s Kitchen and MoS tours. To sum it up, I had a blast. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
But the question remains, will I return?
a blast from the past
Sunday was all about catching up a friend. Mary decided that she had to escape Adelaide for the weekend to Melbourne. I haven’t seen Mary in about 3-4 years. I took her to my favourite café on Level 35 at Hotel Sofitel. There we talked as if time didn’t exist.
After some 2-3 hours later, I headed home. And someone popped up on my msn, a man I last saw in 2001/2002. Jason had moved to Canberra working with one of the Government departments.
last weekend…
It wasn’t as exciting and jam packed as the one detailed above. But there were some pretty important events happening.
Once again, Friday, I headed to Emerald for another quiet night. A dvd, dinner and popcorn. Saturday was pretty much a lazy affair; cleaned up Jac’s place, walked Judy, got dressed and headed to the city.
awards (click here for photos)
AIESEC Monash hosted their annual RnR Night. This time it was a classy event. Boys in suits, girls in frocks. KimChi Grandma on Bourke Street was the place to be. A scrumptious Korean BBQ was simply mouth-watering. It’s certainly been a long time since I had a decent Korean meal. Congratulations to all the much deserved award recipients and to Oendrila and her team for organising such a great night out.
Headed out to the Trader Bar. It’s a bit of a novelty. Drink prices are governed by market conditions and the rules of supply and demand. It was a great night, catching up with many people and getting all the Goss.
But Jacs and my night didn’t end there. It ended at the Police Station! I have always remembered Vivi’s official statement on witnessing a crime a year ago and psyched myself up to give my statement. What had happened, as we were driving to the airport, a car overtook as and clipped (side swiped) us as s/he re-entered into our lane. It was fairly deliberate and the driver simply didn’t care about the potential accident that could have happened. The driver almost took out another car in front of us. So we went to the Police Station and found out that the number plates were stolen!
water
Two close friends decided to take another step in their faith and was baptised at their church. For myself, it was quite a fascinating experience to attend another service other than my own (I’m a Roman Catholic and the service I attended to provide my support was a Baptist church). It really was an eye-opener experience and got me to reflect on my own faith and how important it was to me. Really the night was for Jing and Mayling; congratulations on embarking a journey of strengthening your faith. What’s more, it was great to catch up with them, as well as my date Wendy, MJ, Doogs, Leanne and meeting many new faces.
So that’s two weekends in one post. I’m finally done!
To round up...
It’s good to know that other than myself I have another person reading what I type up. Which, I still believe, is utterly crap.
When I ONLY had three posts…
Here is how the MSN chat went:
Mazzy: i LOVE your blog
Mazzy: i am reading all the time now
Huy: what all 3 posts? ha!
posted by Huy at
9:43:00 PM
6 Comments:
new name for huy: noodlehead!
why you gotta hate the rice?!
haha
wow, these are some updates..
re the rice and noodles, hear hear!
Noodles rock. For sure. Hands down. Plain rice is right at the bottom. ha.
Heids
ps. Let's go for noodles sometime! Yum!
Hi Huy
Hope that all is well with you. My time in USA is soon over and I’m going home to DK. I want to write to you but t can’t find your address. Can you send it to me?
KnuZ from Helene
P.s You still look good ;)
Noodles are the bomb. I will have to share my thoughts on noodles and how it simply and easily overrules rice any day.
Heidi; yes we have to go out for noodles. And we have to do it the fly way.
Tee; Noodlehead sounds good to me. No laughter to my recent email?
Adi; updates are the way to go. The next one should be a little shorter - but Friday was a blast and expensive.
Helene; see your email. It was fantastic (and a surprise) to hear from you.
hay Huy!
you do more in one weekend than I do in an entire month. but no, I'm not (that) lazy. haha!
interesting blog, keep posting!
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