wheee! in a previous post i sounded a bit (ok, a hell lot) emo, but i have since sucked it up and am determined to keep my spirits up. which has actually been pretty easy, because i've just spent the past week slacking my fat ass off at home. in the past, sleeping for 12 hours, watching online serials obsessively, eating only junk food, not exercising and not doing any -real- work used to make me feel totally unproductive, and bad about myself. but now that i've resolved to not be depressed, i'm not even feeling any of that post-completely-wasted-holidays guilt. 'tis an acheivement in itself!

to make things worse (but like in a good sort of way), the past few days have been filled with many gastronomic adventures :D on monday night i brought mark to try this restaurant in gardens, called borscsh steakhouse or something spelt similarly to that. anyway borscsch (or borsche? borsch? borscshe??!) is this pseudo-russian steakhouse with ancient decor and perpetually pms-ing waitresses. actually i'm not really an expert when it comes to russian cuisine, but just in case mandy is reading it- RUSSIA ROCKS! ahem. so we had borsche / borsch (ok, this is starting to piss me off) soup with sour cream, some funny kind of egg caviar thing, ribeye steak, prawn and chicken shashlik, fancy (haha) pancakes, and baked alaska. mark's steak was apparently a bit like rubber but my shashlik was v yummy! we were already kinda full by the end of the mains, but we KNEW we were owned when the baked alaska arrived.

if you've never tried baked alaska, it's like a slab of vanilla icecream covered by butter pound cake covered by meringue. and by slab i mean one HUGEASS chunk of a cake, about the size of two bricks. when they serve it to you, the meringue looks all soft and white and all, but then they pour a bunch of whisky onto it and set it aflame with a lighter. and then the meringue is albino no more! COOL SHIT!! haha. i'm not a fan of meringue due to how high it ranks on my eggy-ness chart, but somehow the icecream mixes with the alcohol and cake in a truly sensational kinda way. i took a video of the whole thing, but because of my amateur abilities i didn't know that my voice would turn out on the video, and then all my random bimbo comments that burst forth from my mouth would be exposed to world! the horror! so anyway, we shall settle for a still image which i nicked from Google Images:


Come To Momma!


and today we had lunch at vivo marche! i had some really yummy seafood pasta whilst mark had salmon rosti AND pork knuckle. and then we had ice cream crepes for dessert! i think mark's appetite is out of control man. and i even have photographic evidence of it :D in fact, i have so many photos of his horrendous eating exploits over the years, that i believe we're totally overdue for a "Mark's Monstrous Mad-appetite" photo montage. HAHA! :D i'm clearly totally in love with this boy!

hMM, but then again, i don't think many of the photos would pass my quality control test where my photogenic-ness is concerned. i realised long ago that i photograph extremely badly, which is why i generally avoid taking a lot of photos of myself and sulk whenever people force me to take any with them. mark rates me a minus five on the photo-whoring scale, which i find slightly insulting because it implies that i have little photo-whoring abilities. it's just that omg my face always ends up looking horrifically fat and oily in all photos. and like, i don't really know how to smile nicely either. boo. i guess that means that i am destined to never be a photo whore.

heeheeeZ :X