Wednesday, October 31, 2007
When I told my mum, she said: "Why!?" (I've never cooked curry in my life, and I'm not particularly a good cook). I've hardly ever cooked for my parents either, so this reaction is not uncalled for.
My ex-flatmates from Valencia are coming for the night to Madrid, so it's in their honour. 15 months in Spain and it's kinda over due, don't you think?
"But you don't know how to cook Abha," says my flatmate Javi most innocently. "Should we bring some pizza backup?"
Guys I'm going to make this hot-ass curry, you will be begging for more.
(I wish!) *sigh*
I'm still quite excited though, but am freaking out a bit too. It's a lot of pressure to cook for a dozen people.
I have been making visits to the Bangladeshi spices shop for the last three days, to make sure I have the right stuff. I have been asking him for his opinion on what mixes are better than the other, then cross checking with my mum, stuff like that. He can't stop smiling as he speaks to me. I think he thinks I like him.
Menu is: chicken curry. gira-aloo. raita. gira-rice. and bhel! yeah can you believe it? bhel!? hahaha.
Will take some pics and post them, whether it works out or not.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Panadol, Red Bull and Dorito's have become part of my staple diet, am averaging 5 hours of sleep at night, but that's ok -- perhaps I should work at getting 6 at least, then I'll be more than rocking.
I'm young, I've got blood in my veins -- one day the rush will die, so for now it's cool.
Have also started vlogging (video blogging), will share my silliness on camera at some point, even thought it's quite embarrassing.
Am off to Barcelona next weekend to work on the European Radio Broadcasting Awards, am excited about that (although I have no idea what I'm gonna be doing, but that's ok!)
Anyway, all for now -- stay tuned.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
It's been a while since some quote stuck with me for more than a few minutes! :)
Off to Rome in 5 hours for the weekend - ah the pleasures of living in Europe!
Will be seeing a close friend of mine I used to live with in Australia -- haven't seen her for 5 years! Plan is to eat lot's of pasta, drink lots of toxic lemonchelli, see some ruins, gossip and reminisce.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Conversación en una panadería:
Dependiente: “Buenas, que te doy?
Yo: “Tienes Red Bull?”
Dependiente: “Si, claro.”
Me da una bota de algo rojo con letras en color negro y plata que se llama: “Torro XL”
Yo: “Pero eso no es Red Bull.”
Ella: “Es igual, y mas barato.”
Sunday, October 14, 2007
If you are even remotely interested in traveling and you don't read Gadling, shame on you! Read Gadling -- it's one of the top 1000 blogs according to Technorati.
So, yes now I'm blogging for a bit more than just beer money! YAAAY :)
Check out my first post here!
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
This is what my latest post on Vagablogging deals with, read it here.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
To my delight, although I was sitting quietly in a corner, I was quickly swept up to dance. But this is all I heard.
"Abha don't move your hips!"
"Contain all your energy inside you and maintain your body stiff."
"Your energy needs to be kept in balance with your body's axis, this isn't a free dance -- don't let go."
"Do not move unless you feel forced to by the man you are dancing with; submit to him completely."
"Tango has nothing to do with any of the Latin dances you dance; you need to forget everything you have learnt in salsa, chacha, merengue and bachata."
So I got demoted to a beginners class. I didn't get up to dance again.
For someone who has been dancing for the last 4 years, being told you can't do a particular dance is acceptable, but nonetheless a huge dent to your ego.
You become so used to being a rockstar on the dance floor that when suddenly told all the above, that feeling of being a novice again, isn't fun.
It was my first tango social, and I was quite surprised how entirely different the tango ambiance is to the salsa ambiance. The people were older, dressed in (mainly black) elegant dresses as opposed to provocative slinky salsa stuff. People dance with an intensity that doesn't even permit them to keep their eyes open; in salsa if you don't look at the person and at least smile whilst dancing, it is an insult.
Tango is the opposite of every reason I choose to dance. I dance to let go, to be silly, to feel free, to laugh, to disconnect. Tango is everything but these things.
I still liked being there though. I felt the need to be able to dance like that, if only -- just to be able to.
But but no way will it ever replace my salsa dancing; at least while I am still young, energetic and flexible.