Being with family..especially my po po who has Alzheimer's & might not remember me now*SOB*
Yummy...nasi lemak....only in Malaysia I found the right spice-sweetness ratio in the sambal...!!!! Having yummy dinners in open air restaurants and it won't cost a bomb!
The longer you are away from home they more you go crazily insane missing it. You crave for the food, the weather (ok maybe that one not) but you start wishing for the company of the people you in the first place was trying to run from. Ok...that was an over-exaggeration.
But I must say....2 years away from Malaysia has made me crave for everything Malaysian...from the men, to the food...to the shopping experiences. Ask my darling...he has heard the countless sighs for dim sum, curry mee, satay, mee soup with taugeh,preserved papaya slices with ham moi...then endures my doubt on having a white man hanging off my arm instead of a full blood Asian...all the way to me complaining bout why Aussie shopping malls only have one level....hence the debate on the waste of space.
However, most of all I miss my family and friends. As I watch Annabel pack and leave, I realise that one piece of home has left with her. The countless times speaking in '"la's" and "ma's" and actually speaking my cantonese once in a while. I do miss her...and I miss having Vini more available to meet. As loneliness sets in, I realise I am lonely....akakaka. That besides my friends at uni and church, my one going out companion is my darling....oh and another girl but she is working too. Gosh what does work and getting married do to your social life. I think the thing most I miss bout them...is the connection. Having a friend who understands what you are saying without having to explain it with more than 3-5 words...that is what I fail to find in the many people I know here.
I think bout my buddies back home who miss me as much as I miss them, the many calls I make home to mom, dad, bro & sis just to feel that connection. I do know one thing...I have been blessed with a tremendous amount of friends that love me, care for me and try their best to understand me even tho I speak in Greek. But distance and time seem to be our constrain....I wish to see them soon...I wish to hug my friends like I used to before our night long mamak sessions or sit on the couch slacking off watching Korean dramas.....
I miss you guys........and the internet...though miraculous is still not the same....
But, I will visit.....k.........don't worry!!!
Birthday Party...at last!!
Well...birthday parties are a weird thing. The older you get the more dignified it seem to get. Well, let's just say no more Ricky Martin dance-a-thons, Macarena group dances, pin the needle on the donkey and try to burst the balloon with your bums.
Sadly enough, we also grew out of the alcohol phase. Kinda sad though, I kinda felt alcohol always made the party a little more wild. On the other hand, this one was just as great without it. It was going to be a small festive Sunday dinner with close friends and obviously the housemates. Being a typically all Asian group, I decided hubby needed support from his other girlfriend, Ben to fight off the throngs of "la's" and "ma's". I invited a few friends from Uni and that's bout it. Yea...I don't think I have that much friends.
Anyway, as I excitedly devised the ten million things on my menu, I realised that with me working and all, I wont have the time and energy to do everything. But miracles of miracles, my elaborately planned menu was cooked up by Chef Hubby. He forced me to sit on the couch while he ran around cooking, whisking, baking and packing the stuff. All I did was make my macaroni and cheese and cut up the olives in the pre-bought salad. I never felt so lazy and loved. He even was the one to do the weird thing I do, trying to remember things we need prior to the party...all the fusing and worrying and nagging. I am truly loved....
The food menu was...*drool*
1. Crackers with 3 different types of dip (salmon, spinach & feta, sweet chili philly)
2. Greek salad with olives and feta cheese
3. Egg & ham quiche
4. Macaroni & cheese (from scratch- no pre made stuff)
5. Lamb cutlets with mint sauce
6. Honey soy & garlic chicken
7. Choc mint mousse (which was wat Hubby dearest was whisking about....YUM!)
And....THE PARTY WAS A BLAST....tho Annabel & Alessia couldnt make it.....*sob*
P.S. - Annabel's daddy came to town so she had to be a good girl and entertain him (I dun think fan dancing was involved) and Alessia had a little bailing out to do...(I am not telling u!)
Yes....we never tire of the bunny ears pictures. Some there are almost close to their mid crisis years......*blek* jk jk I love all of them....
Me and my goodest goodest friend.....with the pillows she lent me for my party.....that's her fiancee there....gosh everyone is getting so old and married!!!
Me and me housemates...thanks for helping clean and wash up...!!
Hubby dearest flirting with my mom on MSN...how dare they right? Anyway...something to do with some secret emotional meeting of the minds across the ocean....watch out dad!!! *wink*
Anyway, thanks everyone for coming and those who weren't....trust me we missed you so much and regret that you couldn't join us....and sorry we left no food for you to taste.....Vini lapped up everything...something about not eating lamb since forever cuz ex-vegetarian fiancee can't stand bones......
Love you all...and thank you for all the gazillion SMSes that made my day.....
Turning 23 too late...
I turned 23 about two weeks ago. With so many things going on, I was unable to celebrate the birthday. So, I settled for a nice dinner with my darling. But, like I said in the previous post...things seem to like to go wrong at just the wrong times. His grandma was hospitalized due to pneumonia....so our days ended up filled with worry, shuffling from one end of Perth to the other dragging jammies and granny undies. She was suspected of having a heart attack but was thankful cleared of that.
A day before my birthday, his grandma was released from the hospital. As we sat in the car for a long ride to the hospital, I started drilling him on his many prom escapades. Now, in Aus, it seems to be a big thing to go to prom. Every now and then you see fancy dressed boys and girls riding in limos and having big corsages wrapped around their arms. What a waste of money! But hey, if they enjoy it why not? A simple money-minded Malaysian like me won't know. Not to mention I spent like only RM50 for my dress for a ball and even managed to go without makeup....lovely hey? Wonder why you still with me, honey bun? =P
So anyway, reaching the densely packed full with cars hospital area....we circled the town trying to find a parking spot. I don't get men but they get so testy when they cant get a parking spot yet they refuse to slow down and tailgate people to their cars. Right? Right? Finally, after a long long journey...we found a parking spot. HOORAH! Only to find out that grandma was already waiting at the pick-up zone and we did not have to park at all. *slaps forehead*
My honey bun got summoned to stay the night at her place. Just to check if she was alright. Somehow, I imagined the night before my birthday to be a little more romantic than a dinner with grandma and watching 6 different news from each TV channel that night. I begged that my birthday would be better, getting on my knees for him to get someone to take care of grandma tomorrow as it was my romantic birthday dinner at one of Perth's best restaurants. Thankfully he said yes, because I wonder how much further I would have groweled for it.
Birthday dinner comes and goes by sadly. With so much on our mind, we ended up staring out the window and mechanically forked the wonderful pasta into our mouths. But what we came home to was another worry all together. Walking in the door, a peaceful image of grandma napping on the couch. However, that image soon evaporated as I smelt something burning in the kitchen. Investigating further, we discovered grandma had left the stove on cooking potatoes for what seemed like 1.5 hours. And even after that, she decided it was no big deal and she should have ice cream for dinner. For a woman who was in the hospital for pneumonia, ice cream should be the last thing to have for dinner on a cold winter's night. Stubborn grandmas! I remember my own po po (grandma) stubborn enough to fight against the whole world. I miss you po po!!!!
To cut the long story short, grandma was nagged by her 4 kids and my hubby dearest was to guard her day in day out. One thing though....even as I fumed over how little time I had to celebrate my birthday....I knew that if my family had the same situation, I would have acted the same and would put his birthday celebration on the back burner. That is how family should be...agreed?