Sunday afternoons

Lazy Sundays when the house is empty and you’re craving the feeling to do something creative and constructive, are best spent cooking.

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Because Christmas is basically upon us, and that means intensive baking for the staff and executives that I work with, I decided to make vegan protein balls, comprised of medjool dates, almonds, hazelnuts, organic cacao powder, desiccated coconut, chia seeds, sunflower seeds and sesame seeds. It takes no prep and all you need is a sturdy food processor and a little patience to ensure the “wet” ingredient (dates) are completely and evenly blended with the seeds, nuts, coconut and cacao.

It’s honestly the easiest, no mess snack that’s both delicious and healthy, and satisfies the after lunch sweet craving we all go through when work gets stressful.

I was planning to coat them all in a dusting of cacao powder but I got lazy and stopped after 5 (as you can see above. It’s like a before and after). Oops.

Sunday was pretty well spent in my opinion.

xx Simran

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Reason 189791 why I need to move out, leave Sydney and preferably move to New York or England, not only to live, but also to study and make something of myself.

The death of good taste and class. 

I’m blessed that all my friends respect their self worth and can see more then just partying and having a good time. But is it so hard to meet new people who respect themselves, dress well and don’t talk shit?

It’s almost like having maturity, preferring activities that are intellectual, adventurous or considered tame and not being desperate is a sin in my generation.

There’s this recurring theme with my most recent posts where I’m a little bit of a sardonic cynic. But whatever. I have my reasons.

In other news, I’m starting work next week which is exciting. 18th season is upon me, and a lot of my family friends are finally finishing university so we can finally (FINALLY) embark on our road trips and beach days. Praise the lord.

I’ve also begun a few TV shows, knocked some stuff off my summer bucket list and gone on a few adventures with my closest friends.

To keep myself intellectually stimulated, I’ve gotten back into reading the newspaper every morning, keeping up with finance, economics and business news nationally and globally, and have begun keeping journals of social issues and events and my opinions on them.

I’ve gotta keep myself busy until we head overseas because otherwise I will go insane. Struggles of someone who knows how to overwork and hasn’t taken long enough constructive breaks in over 2 years.

xx Simran

 

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aaaand cue the freak out (btw spoilers for How to Get Away with Murder 2×07):

REAL TALK HERE: IF I WERE TO HAVE AN EPITAPH WHEN I DIE, IT WOULD HAVE ON IT: DEATH BY OLIVER HAMPTON IN HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER

I’M NOT OK WITH EPISODE 7 AND I SWEAR TO GOD, IF I HAVE TO WAIT TIL JANUARY, WHERE I MIGHT NOT EVEN BE IN THE FREAKING COUNTRY TO FIND OUT IT MY SUNSHINE CINNAMON ROLL IS OK, I’M GOING TO BUY A PLANE TICKET WITH MY OWN MONEY, FLY BLOODY 12000 KM TO LOS ANGELES (cheers for being in the middle of nowhere Sydney) AND WREAK HAVOC WITH PETE NOWALK. I AM NOT OK. OLLIE PLEASE LISTEN TO CONNOR HOLY SHIT I CANNOT DEAL. I AM SO WORRIED THAT HE WILL DIE OR SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN TO HIM AND THEY CANNOT KILL OLLIE COS THEN CONNOR’S BASICALLY GONE AS WELL AND NO I REFUSE FOR THAT TO HAPPEN UGH UGH UGH. BLOODY PHILLIP NO I REFUSE. OLLIE IS WITH SOME SERIAL KILLER AND I’M FREAKING OUT OVER CHARACTERS. FICTIONAL CHARACTERS PRETTY MUCH I’M NOT HANDLING THIS UGH.

And obviously, the plot is thickening. Wes is becoming more irritating, Asher remains the clueless trust fund frat boy and Frank is fast becoming one of my favourite characters because while he’s shady AF and probably has a thing for wielding dead girls on his shoulders, he gets shit done, and does it well.

*UPDATE* CONNOR FREAKING OUT IS MAKING ME FREAK OUT BUT APPARENTLY OLLIE IS ALL GOOD TO GO BECAUSE JACK TWEETED ABOUT FILMING A SEX SCENE IN 2X08. I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS IS A FLASHBACK AND NOT A CUTE REUNION SCENE WHERE CONNOR AND OLLIE HUG FOR DAYS AND VOW TO NEVER LET EACH OTHER GO, I’M LOSING ALL FAITH UGH. THINKING BACK ON IT, I’M NOT AS WORRIED ABOUT OLLIE AS I AM ABOUT CONNOR COS HE WAS FREAKING OUT IN THE PROMO AND ALLLLLLL THAT ANGST AND ANXIETY. Damn. That acting though. I’m very excited for 2×08 but low key terrified as crap.

IF THEY HURT OLLIE, I VOWED TO NOT WATCH HTGAWM ANYMORE, BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT ISN’T TRUE BECAUSE I MAKE BAD TELEVISION DECISIONS.

End freak out:

Since having little to do with my life because I don’t have to open a book to study for 4 months, the aimlessness is real. But on the bright side, I’m going to work, I’ve started reading The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton, and I’m hooked. It’s refreshing to not need to analyse a book for once.

I also decided to start reinventing myself looks wise, and I got about 10 inches of my hair cut off. I was a little hesitant with the new length because it’s been a while since I had short-medium length hair, but I am enjoying the fact that my curls are so much more voluminous and exciting.

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Yay for experimentation.

xx Simran

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I’ve been up since 2 am, religiously watching the Rugby World Cup final. The day before my final HSC exam. Priorities? Could be better. Do I care? Absolutely not. I’ve been studying non stop since Tuesday afternoon.

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I’m so bloody proud to be an All Blacks supporter. That black and silver definitely runs in my veins, and I’m not afraid to betray Australia and support the men in black as they continue their reign in international rugby. Today’s match was a masterclass in international rugby. And not only from Dan Carter, who was rightfully named Man of the Match for setting up 19 of New Zealand’s 34 points against the wallabies in his last game with the All Blacks.

While my heart breaks because I won’t be seeing Carter demolish the Wallabies with the All Blacks in the Bledisloe Cup next year, my heart is bursting with the amount of pride, joy and excitement that stems from watching an absolutely incredible Rugby World Cup Final.

The cohesion between the All Blacks is unmatched. Their finesse on the field, whether it be Ma’a Nonu, Richie McCaw or Ben Smith, is something else. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a team as well structured and skilled as the All Blacks. And this isn’t my favouritism speaking. In any match they play, the All Blacks are poised, ready and bring an art to a sport that is quite physical and at times injury intensive.

I wish I could have gone to England and supported my men in black live, but obviously, education before entertainment and all that, so I’ve had to suffice with watching matches on the days I don’t have exams, keep up with press releases and highlights, and pray that the All Blacks reign once again (Which they obviously did)

Dan Carter’s drop goal was incredible. His execution was flawless, and this isn’t just my bias speaking.

So on a Sunday morning, where I’ve been up since 2 am, there are low key celebrations in our household, and many bets to collect from friends who should know that the All Blacks will always reign on.

My mission post hsc is to find a number 10 jersey somewhere on the internet, buy it and keep it up in my room with all the other inspirations I have lining my walls and doors.

xx Simran