Lunch at Dubrovnik’s. March 21, 2009
Can’t believe I’m finally blogging about this. Anyway, now that my dad works in this company publishing high end magazines like Tatler, he gets all this awesome high end stuff for free. Not like he doesn’t always get freebies when working in a magazine company. Which is partly the reason why I want to work in a magazine company, and not a newspaper. Sorry, but I prefer monthly rather than daily deadlines.
So this time, my father had two RM100 vouchers for this Croatian restaurant called Dubrovnik. However, when I called them up for a reservation, they said I could only use one voucher at a time. It wasn’t a problem, really. I mean, RM100 is plenty.
Dubrovnik is situated in Solaris Mont Kiara, someplace my parents and I haven’t been before. Therefore we needed to go during the daytime, to avoid being lost. The place wasn’t too hard to find, although we did miss a turning into Plaza Mont Kiara and had to make a big turn to go back to the place.
Turns out Mont Kiara is a really, really high end place. Just stepping on its ground makes me feel inferior. -_- Also, it turns out that I’ve seen Solaris before! I always pass by it when I take the bus back to KL, and wondered what place was it.
If you’re looking for somewhere to shop though, don’t go to Solaris. The shops there are 95% f&b outlets, and I bet it’ll be damn pretty at night, what with the amount of drinking places there.
Okay, back to topic. Dubrovnik is actually not very big, and not your usual commercialized restaurant. We heard from the very friendly waiter there that the restaurant is owned by a Croatian couple living in Malaysia. The place is halal, even though Croatians actually love their pork very much, according to said waiter.
Cutlery. While waiting for the food to arrive. That’s my dad in the background.
This is what my mother ordered. I can’t really remember what it’s called, but it’s some homemade pasta with goat cheese and stuff. Absolutely delicious, the pasta is nothing like what you’d get outside. In simpler terms of explanation, it’s like the torn pan mee, except a 100 times better. However, only eat this if you have a really big appetite, cause the cheese will start to get to you after eating like, half of this portion.
What my dad and I ordered. We shared this platter of meat, meat, and meat! And, well, some rice and potato wedges. If you ignore the fact that the meat on the right is shaped like some bodily waste, they are all so very delicious! The meat is so juicy that when you bite into it, it’s so orgasmic! Don’t even let me get started on the rice. The texture of the rice is not like your usual beras Siam, it’s a little harder. I think it tastes sort of like the Mediterranean rice you get in Kenny Rogers, but obviously this is much better. Again, this is very filling, even for two people. In fact, my mother shared a bit too, and we were so stuffed after finishing it.
They gave us four sauces to dip our meat with. One is mushroom, another is like tomato chutney minus the spiciness, another is yogurt and cucumber I think, and another is sorta like a salad…can’t really remember. Actually I only really liked the mushroom sauce, cause it’s quite reminiscent of mushroom soup. :D
This. THIS. Is one of the main reasons why you should go to Dubrovnik. Their Royal Chocolate Cake. See, it’s so good that I even remembered its name. Cold, light-as-air, bitter chocolate atop crunchy caramel bitties makes this the best chocolate cake I’ve ever tasted. A little on the sweet side, but seriously it’s so good that you won’t even mind. A small square going for RM17, but trust me, it’s worth it. Other cakes I’ve eaten paled in comparison, except for my own strawberry cheesecake, of course. Tee hee.
All in all, food at Dubrovnik’s was very, very good. It’s a little on the expensive side (it costed us approximately RM163 that day) but worth it. The place however, lacks a little in terms of decoration and ambience. Playing a DVD on a “guide” through Croatia on repeat tends to get a little boring. But the friendliness of the supposedly head waiter made up for it. Very informative; he knows his field well (he’s a chef as well) and also very chatty. But if you’re the type who likes to eat your food in silence, perhaps you won’t like it.
Later in the day I went out with my ex-classmates, but that’ll be in another post for possibly another day. :D
In a perfect world, March 19, 2009
there would be a grand piano in a spacious, well sun-lit room. A light drizzle outside, with a sunny sky. Me, playing Theme of Love from Final Fantasy IV.
A Series of Unfortunate Events March 17, 2009
Edit (again): I’ve seen mould on bread, but today marks the first time I’ve seen green mould covering the entire bun. -_-
Edit: I failed my Journalism 2 midterm.
It’s been so long since I’ve written a proper post, it almost feels like I don’t know how to write anymore. I update the other blog everyday, but the uniformity of it all is so mundane that it doesn’t even feel like I’m writing. I won’t complain though, cause that little hobby of mine is doing me some good. In financial terms, of course.
Speaking of financials, I curse this university and its procrastination. It took them over three months to get a measly offer letter reproduced, and now, just over a week before we’re supposed to submit in our PTPTN, they tell us that we need our parents to sign another form if they’re not working. What. The. Fuck. I’ve been home three times this month, in three consecutive weekends. I’ve gotten my papers signed, and now when I don’t need to go back, they come and say that we have an extra paper to sign?? Not to mention that I haven’t even gotten the guarantor’s witness to sign. Pesky thing, this PTPTN is. If I didn’t need the money, I wouldn’t even lay a finger on it. Grr.
Also, I got rejected by Blu Inc. No more interning there. Bah. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming; in fact, I’ve almost prepped myself for this. There’s no reply from them and I’ve enquired since before Chinese New Year. So now I’m bound for ACP, which distributes magazines like Cleo and Women’s Weekly. Not too bad, I guess. Just that it’s a little far, in Uptown Damansara I think. But I passed by the place a few days ago, and I can say that the choices of f&b there will definitely be more than Blu Inc’s place. Just that it’s far. Anybody wanna volunteer to have lunch with me during the three months that I (might) be interning there?
Oh God, if I don’t get in there I don’t know where else to go. Another of my concerns is a little superficial. The dress code. I hope I won’t need to wear formal 24/7. I’d die from the lack of colours.
I was just unknowingly reminded that finals are in 6 weeks. That’s less than two months. After yesterday’s killer mid term (which I heard, even the 4.0 PR student couldn’t answer), it’s safe to say I am freaking scared now. Especially for my Communications Theory. She said today, that she would give us a sample article from a journal and ask us to explain and write it out in a certain theory’s context. Like say, write the Global Meets Local at the Mall in the hegemony context. Oh my God, I don’t even remember what’s hegemony anymore. I remember learning it last semester, but I honestly couldn’t understand it then.
Not to mention assignments. Assignments will one day kill me from all the high blood pressure I’m experiencing.
Somehow, the idea of interning now seems really good.
Thanks to somebody, I feel like eating lamb steak now. -_-
Oh yeah, I haven’t finished with my series of unfortunate events. I wanted to go home after consultation with the Copywriting tutor, and I thought it was still early cause my watch showed 3.40pm. Bus is at 3.55pm. I needed to go home cause my phone is out of battery and I need to pick up something from the office as well as take the tickets from Tiffany (and there is another funnier story to that. Will elaborate later). So anyway, I walk to the bus stop and wait for the bus. After a few minutes, I glance at my watch. It still says 3.40pm. Then I realized my watch stopped. Luckily my phone managed to show me the time before dying on me. The actual time? 4.16pm. No wonder Mx was all surprised that I’m going back.
So here I am, stuck at the computer lab with surprisingly no aircond and unsurprisingly, slow connection.
Now for the funny story. Tiffany accidentally took back the extra stack of tickets for the play, so I called her to ask if she really did took the tickets. I called, and Tiffany sounded so confused as to what tickets I was talking about, and what play. She kept quiet awhile, and I thought she was looking for the tickets, so I didn’t say anything. Then she hung up. I was like, wtf??
Then I realized the Tiffany I called was my cousin, not Tiffany Oon. -_- Aarghhhhh.
If only 1000 words reports were this easy to write. Speaking of which, that troublesome Journalism assignment is coming up. -_- Interview experts my foot. Where am I going to find experts in this stupid small town?
Sometimes… March 4, 2009
…I really hate Kampar and the idiotic people it houses.
And it’s times like these that I want to go back home, my real home, in Kota Kemuning, away from all these idiotic and uncivilised people, and back to where sane insane people are.
I miss my high school friends. :( And Elaine will be gone next month! Oh noes. I never thought I’d see the day of a close friend flying away from the coop to further her studies.
But at least she’ll be in Japan, where it’ll be nicer than Kampar. :) At least she’s spared from the idiocracy that I’m experiencing now.
As for now, my blood is still boiling!!
Club 1510 March 3, 2009
So now that Jeremy has a brand spanking new set of Altec Lansing speakers courtesy of me and like, several other people, we can now officially go clubbing in 1510.
Welcome to Club 1510. Launches tonight. Music will be mostly R&B and techno. Lol.
Sick as a dog March 3, 2009
Now I don’t know where that phrase came from. The last two nights were the worst nights of my life. The first night it was so hard for my to sleep because my hands and feet were icy cold even though I wore long pants and a long sleeved top. After two hours it was still icy cold so I put on socks and I slept with my hands wound around my neck cause that’s the warmest part of my body. I wished so much that someone would hold my hands to keep it warm while I slept sigh.
That was Sunday night. Then the next day I thankfully had only one class, but when I went to class I almost wanted to die because I was coughing nonstop and nearly puked from coughing. And then when I went out of class I couldn’t stop sweating. And Max said I looked like crap cause my hair was all matted to my forehead from the sweat and I had a purplish tinge under my eyes.
So I went home and I slept. Not after having the most tasteless lunch ever. Tofu, tofu, and french beans. Omg the curry chicken looked SO good but I couldn’t eat it. I hate being sick.
When I went home and slept I got a fever again. At night we celebrated Jeremy’s 21st birthday at Kim Keong. It was really fun, but the longer I stayed there the more I felt like dying. Went home, ate my medicine and thankfully started to sweat a little. I didn’t turn on the fan in my room, but I left the windows open. It’d been raining earlier so there was a really cool breeze. But as much as I tossed and turned I couldn’t fall asleep.
Haih, and all this while I wished I was in KL, because then my mother would be around and she’d know what to do to take care of me. :( I fell sick since last Friday and when I was in KL my mother immediately boiled for me this leong cha to drink. It was so nice. :(
I actually recovered from my fever on Saturday, but after I extracted my teeth on Sunday I got a fever again. At the same time I feel so sad over the loss of my two perfectly good teeth; now what’s left of it are two swollen, gaping holes. Next weekend another two gaping holes will appear. Sigh.
My cough medicine finished. And my cough is nowhere near being cured. Sigh sigh. And I skipped all my classes today.
