Desserts is Stressed Spelt Backwards!

So this weekend I arranged a get together with a few girls and what better activity to do than eat. We all needed a break from our lifestyles of work, studying and relaxing and decided to meet up. Unfortunately this was the worse meet up ever. Firstly we were all late by an hour. Thankfully the location was two minutes down the road from my house. But then we all had the worse dining experience!
It was two in the afternoon and none of us had anything to eat and so we travelled to Ilford to have food. We were so starving that the tummy noises started, yes the embarrassing ones that always happen to you when it is quiet. We finally made it to your destination and went to a well known dessert bar and that is when it went wrong.

We ordered our food and man it was deceiving. I ordered cake with side orders of ice cream. I ordered yoghurt looking ice-cream and it turned out to be bubblegum. I should have just had Hubba Bubba and it would have been better. I also ordered a creamy looking ice cream with chocolate flakes thinking it was vanilla and it turned out to be coconut. Seriously who decided these flavours?

My dessert came with a hair. Those who know me, know that I have hair phobia. The sight of it on anywhere other than heads, makes me want to physically vomit. I was nauseous when I told the waitress, who then just attempted to move the hair. One look at my face and she with a reassuring smile said, “I’ll just get you a new one”.

Man, I’m actually gutted, that was my favourite dessert bar and when the waitress attempted to move the hair rather then get me a new dish now means I am not going back there anytime soon.

So after we finished our desserts we travelled to Green Street to have our main course. Thankfully my food this time was fine, I stuck with something no chef could make wrong: a chicken burger. However my friend ordered a Chicken Tikka wrap. This particular friend literally picks her food. She ate one piece and it was fine. She then proceeded to the next piece and opened it up. The inside was uncooked, pale pink and had a thin layer of shine to it. Basically it was undercooked. The funny thing is we all looked at it and confirmed the chicken was undercooked and needed to be returned... We called the waiter, and the waiter replied “Madam, it’s not undercooked, it’s juicy... (Emphasising point here) It’s juuuiiiiccccccccccccccy”. Yes it was said twice; with the second time it being elongated.

Her face said it all and it was turning into chaos until we got the chef, who actually confirmed it was undercooked as well. Fortunately she got another dish, but unfortunately she was disgusted so she only had two bites and stopped. Shamefully we couldn’t stop laughing. Her scenario was worse than the ones the rest of us experienced. What made it worse was when we wanted to pay; the cashier explained (nicely) it will take five minutes to fix so we had to pay with cash. Yes readers, I know what you are thinking. Who carries cash these days! Jeez. That is another story so let’s leave it at that! But so much for the day of relaxing and being stress free, if anything it had made more be more stressed and have a phobia in eating in these specific places again.

Now readers there is a moral to my story, firstly do not be greedy and have dessert before the main and secondly do not set aside a day to eating, make sure you have other activities planned.

The day went horrible but we couldn’t stop laughing, it was one of these moments where everything goes wrong and all you have left to do is laugh.

DENIAL

Retirement Plan

So I hardly have written any blogs in the last two months and the reason for that is firstly I have been very lazy and secondly there is not much to write about other then coursework. With the matter of coursework readers, I think you have heard enough.

Deadline is in March or is it in April? Like every deadline I received I make a plan. My aim was to finish it in February but like all work plans I get sidetracked (blah blah blah blah)…I got books out (blah blah blah blah)… I attended most lectures (blah blah blah blah).

Yes readers that is how my life is, I am soo laidback that now even I do not know what I am doing.

Everything seems like heard work so I just take it as it comes. I’m writing this with half my eye open and trying to stay awake at work. Yes unfortunately I detest hard work but need to actually work in order to fund lavish food for my tummy.

Therefore to avoid all this hard work I have set up a retirement plan which I hope to carry out very soon. This is so serious I even devised a business plan of finance money to help my retirement.

Since I do not have enough time on my hands I have devised a time allocation of what I may do during my retirement…

I have noticed there is nothing different from my retirement plan to what I set aside on Annual Leave. What a shame.

However as like all retirement plans with more income going out and without anything else coming in, I will probably have to go back to work by the time I’m thirty. Woohoo Guess how much I am looking forward to that? (¬.¬)

O Car, Where Art Thou?

So readers I have some good news, I have passed my driving test and finally can tick off my Tick List which I created last year. Most of it like cooking is out the window but hey I got one down and a billion to go.

If you’re a new reader it would be best to read the following previous blog to understand my desire, my dream and everything else which will make me broke.
http://gre-razmin.blogspot.com/2010/07/worlds-your-oyster.html

But anyways this was my third time taking the test. Unfortunately the first two times were simply because I did not see the red light. And no readers I did not run anyone over when I didn’t see the red light, zebra crossing or the pedestrian crossing!

But jeez completing the driving test and then being told not once but twice that I was failed simply because of the red light was not on.

Oh the shame, but now third time lucky I have passed and thankfully the red lights and the crossing were not an issue, I did not even get minor marks on them!

However now that I have passed my test, the first thing I did was text everyone to help with my car fund.

All I got back was congratulation texts but not help with car fund and this means I now have to wait and save up for a car, mind you I have checked out insurance and that will kill me alone. So now it is the Support the Raz Car, Insurance, MOT, Road Tax and Petrol Fund and any donations are more then welcomed.