After being on hiatus for...a few years...tk3fighter has decided to restart this blog, because she can't be bothered to create another blog account and having to remember yet another username and password.

So after obtaining post traumatic stress disorder from the last exam and job interview session, and waking up in the morning/noon with melancholy depression (characterized by its diurnal variations), decided that I needed to get out and experience some of the real world to get my perspectives right.

The aimless wandering of a drifting soul with a growling stomach arrived at the bustling Degrave Street packed with lunchtime patrons in business suits. Nestled amongst the cafes is a warm little booth selling French style baguettes, advertized as baked in store daily. The Le Parisian roll, consisted of a crunchy French baguette filled with butter, cheese, ham, a good dollop of French mustard, baby pickels and a sprinkle of freshly grinded pepper, tasted every bit the gourmet baguette it sounds like. Indeed, there are many rolls out there that boasts similar ingredients, but the quality of the ingredients actually makes quite a difference.

It is indeed true what they say about the relationship between food and the environment. Taking the French baguette down to the Yarra River side, biting into the savoury mix of French flavours whilst looking out at the river (albeit a bit murky), with the European and modern buildings framing either side, does enhance one's appreciation of both the food and the environment. For a while, I could almost imagine walking on a breezy Parisian afternoon beside the Seine with a woven picnic basket in hand looking for a nice spot to sit down and enjoy a generous spread of pate on bread.

To extend the European theme, the National Gallery of Victoria is currently showing the European Masters exhibition. Having been to world class galleries in the US, I have to applaud the NGV in consistently having high quality exhibitions from prolific international artists and curating them to a very high standard which IMO is pretty much on par with the international level. The way the exhibition was structured explained well the different European styles and evolution of the art movements prominent during the 19th-20th Century, that made it comprehensible to a naive art novice like me. 

It's amazing what one afternoon can do to one's mood, frees one's perspective from the tiny entrapped black hole of spiraling despair into the wide expanse of a universe, glistening with wonders to be explored, understood, and appreciated.