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The butter of my bread

Friday night was super, had dinner with the just-turned-21 Nuurun, with amey, alvin, adit and jessie. Then just like what we always do, went to chill at Arab Street. The Iced Mint Tea served at the place we went was really refreshing. Played another crazy game of charades! Smashin' good time with awesome company as always :)

I took a rather small break this long weekend, getting amused by all these Ris Low issues and whatnots, watched movies at home, and just reading. You should watch Diner De Cons because it is so hilarious! It's regarding a group of friends who bring idiots for dinner and treat them as objects of mockery until one fine night, the biggest idiot of all screwed the day of the protagonist throughout the course of one day! What faddy said about French movies are right, they comprise loads of talking, very few locations/scenes but the movie quality is good! I just watched La Chevre also, this movie is rather old (but not ancient), it's about how a klutz helped to search a missing girl (who happens to be a klutz too) and well he eventually found her, leaving his professional accomplice in disbelief (Gerard Depardieu is so good-looking in his younger days!).

I am inspired by Julie and Julia so bad that I really need to start materializing one of my 2010 resolutions; and that is cooking. Before that I need a good recipe, and the first simple dish I'd like to try is Aglio Olio. I've always been a fan of Aglio Olio and I'd try different versions of it at places. The most disappointing one is at Swensens. I remembered how Rauf scoffed at my meal which apparently looked like utter crap next to his extravagant meal. The Aglio Olio there was plain, lack of garlic, lack of taste, not worthy of the cost. I guess this would appeal to fans of pure blandness, but not for me. So, anyone has good recipes for it?

Have you ever thought about the existence of some soul out there who has the exact same rhythm as you?
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