MooPig & The Babe

I can't deny the fact that I love being at home. The attentions I get are great, though they can be annoying some times. I get whatever I want, whatever I want to eat and I don't have to lift a finger in the house, except washing the dishes sometimes. I get to make some decisions. Mom offered me a trip to Bangkok and a shopping trip in KL but I declined. (because I just want to be a hermit for the next couple of weeks) The only thing I have to do is chaffeur everyone here and there.

I have been extremely busy and hardly have time for myself. Tonight is the first time I sit down and spend time by myself after so many days. Just me, myself and I. I sacrifice my sleep because I need some 'alone time'.

I still miss London. My day is incomplete without a cuppa tea in the morning. I brought a box of English Breakfast tea home because I'm not sure if like Lipton/Boh tea. I miss my skimmed and semi-skimmed milk. HL milk doesn't go well with my tea. I'm not sure about Anlene though. I miss making fresh salad for lunch or dinner. I miss shopping for groceries for 1.5 hours in Sainsbury's. I miss my freedom.

and i miss you too. i miss having meals with you. i miss walking around london for 3 hours. i miss spending time in the park with you. Tonight I realise that I actually miss you more than I thought.


Very soon, I will leave home and I will miss everything at home. My family, my relatives, my nieces, my kakak, my friends, family reunions, the new house, the old house, the attentions, the mother and daughter chats.



You see, I'm always missing something/someone.

Posted by MooPig at 19:54 | Permalink | Comments

If you're expecting pictures I'm sorry I have to disappoint you. I have yet to upload pictures on my Mom's pc. I forgotten my adapter so I avoid using my laptop. I'm such a doink!

Anyway, I went to visit my neighbour, "mah mah" yesterday morning. When mah mah saw us, she hugged Mom and she cried. She can still recognise me when she saw me and when she held my hands, she cried. Mom and I cried too. My heart ached when I saw mah mah bed ridden. She's been hospitalised for a couple of weeks and we only found out yesterday. She could hardly talk because of stroke but I could vaguely understand her. Mom gave her a red packet before we left but mah mah refused to take it. Mom said it's for good luck so we left it under her pillow. She cried again before we left. It was heart breaking.

Mah mah saw me growing up. When I was young, I always shouted "Mah mah" from my Mom's window and she would say hello to me. In the evening, mah mah used to walk around her little garden and I visited her occassionally. She has always been very kind. Before I left for UK, I went over to tell mah mah and the next day, she came over to my house and gave me a red packet. The following year, mah mah was healthy but 2 years later, she was down with stroke but it wasn't very serious. This year, it's very hard to accept the fact that mah mah is bed ridden. I couldn't recognise her at all because she has lost so much weight.

I want to visit her again but I can't. I know I'll cry when I see her. It's too painful to see her in this condition. I will probably visit her again when before I leave.

I can't do much. All I can do is pray for her and hope she gets better soon.

Posted by MooPig at 05:52 | Permalink | Comments

I still have lots of free time in my hands as my parents are only reaching home tonight.

I don't think I have anymore jetlag. By 12 midnight, I was already on my way to dreamland.

When you people are still lazing in bed at this hour (it's 7.39am), I've already came back from sending my annoying brother and my neighbours to school. We Kelantanese work on Sunday and weekend is Fri and Saturday. =) I was thinking of having my usual tea and biscuit for breakfast but I'm going to skip it for today. My stomach is calling for greasy, fattening, high carbo chinese breakfast. I have no idea what I want to have for breakfast: chee cheong fun? Char kuay teow? Bak kut teh? Nasi berlauk? Nasi dagang? I'll just ask my sis to choose. Another 45 minutes till that girl wakes up so my stomach will have to wait.

Posted by MooPig at 00:37 | Permalink | Comments

They found my luggage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's on the 6.25pm flight to KB and I'll pick it up at the airport!

Thank God!!!!

Phewwwwwwwwww!!

Posted by MooPig at 10:44 | Permalink | Comments

I'm home. Finally... but without the luggage. :(

My parents left for KL to attend an important function so we met briefly at the arrival hall before they boarded the next flight. Dad looks slightly older. Mum is still the same.

My cousin and my brother came to the airport as well. I didn't sleep the whole night and only managed to catch a few winks on the aeroplane. I was so sleep deprived that food didn't matter anymore but my cousin insisted that we had breakfast first. In the car, I was so excited to see my brother and I became so hyperactive. We went to White House, a local chinese style Kopitiam. It was full and there weren't enough staffs. I had an half boiled egg, a spoonful of nasi dagang and few pieces of roti kawin. Roti kawin means bread with butter and kaya (coconut jam). This kopitiam serves the best kaya, in my opinion. I made a mental note to take pictures of the food before eating but I forgotten. After my breakfast, I yelled "Oh no! Forgot to take pictures!"

We went home for an hour or so before coming to the new house. The new house is beautiful! Mum has definitely put in a lot of effort in decorating the house. It's so English, minus the fireplace, of course. There's a patio in the backyard. There's also a badminton court! Brilliant! I'm so amazed!!! Pictures to follow soon. My camera is in the luggage and I'm charging my parent's new toy, their very first digicam.

My Kakak has lovingly prepared Nasi Lemak for lunch. Even my brother, who is a fussy eater, says Kakak cooks the best Nasi Lemak. My Mum's friend ordered some Roti Jala and will bring them for lunch. As today is my sister's birthday, we booked a table at a restaurant, just the 3 siblings and 2 cousins.

From the moment I set foot in KB, my eating journey begins (and so must my exercise regime!)

Posted by MooPig at 04:15 | Permalink | Comments

I'm in Nilai at the moment. Flight to KB is in 2 hours.

I'm awake. Very awake. I'm hungry. Very hungry. I'm very worried too.

My checked-in luggage is lost in the air. I have zilch idea where it is now. I have no clothes, no clean underwears, no contact lenses. I only have my laptop with me but I left the adapter in London- damn smart! I managed to sneak a tube of tooth paste and a tube of lip balm. I called up the airport twice but I was told to give them 24 hours. TWENTY FOUR BLOODY HOURS!

The flight to Dubai and to KL delayed. The flight to Dubai was very nice- it was a Boeing 777- but the service did not live up to its standard. Food was pretty decent. I gobbled up everything because I was too hungry. I hardly ate anything before the flight. Dinner was served at 11pm. After spending about 2 hours in Dubai Airport, I boarded an Airbus 342 (I think). For the first time in 17 years, I felt like puking on the aeroplane. The first time I puked was when I was 6, on the way to Europe. Mommy said blame it on the Macaroni and cheese. Anyway, service wise, it was way better than the previous flight. The food was bad though. The crews were friendlier and more attentive. I was lucky that the seats next to me were empty during both flights.

It sucks to arrive without my luggage. I'm still waiting PATIENTLY till my luggage arrives. My patience is running thin. 8 hours and counting.

I'm keeping both fingers and toes crossed that my luggage will arrive at my doorstep tomorrow morning. I hope you're keeping your fingers and toes crossed for me too. Thank you =)

Posted by MooPig at 22:31 | Permalink | Comments

Day After tomorrow this time, I will be at the departure hall waiting to board my flight. An hour later, I will be on the flight to Dubai. At 2115Malaysian time (1415 UK time) I will set foot in KLIA and will see my lovely (Oh so cliche but can't help it) sister.

The packing started more than a week ago. I put things that I want to bring home in my big suitcase. Today, I started arranging everything. I have more things to bring home than expected (What's new?). My aim is to bring home as little things as possible but as I sat down and started arranging everything, the suitcase filled up so quickly. I was at the verge of tearing my hair. It doesn't help that I cannot bring any hand luggage on board other than my laptop. I can foresee myself arriving in KLIA with stinking breath because I can't bring toothpaste in my hand carry.

Looks like I'm spending tomorrow rearranging my stuff again!

Í don't think I'll blog very often at home. Too many things to do, too many people to visit, too many errands to run. I'll TRY to take pictures of home cooked food. =)

I called my nieces the other day. They are such darlings, I tell you! I was telling Niece #2 that I'll arrive KB on Saturday morning and would give her a ring in the afternoon if I'm not too tired. She asked what time I'll call but I said I don't know. She said this: I'll wait in Mommy's room until you call. When the phone rings I will quickly pick up! Tell me, how can you not love her?

I can't wait to see them already!

I called kakak one day and told her I want home-cooked nasi lemak for lunch on Saturday. Yum Yum!

It's 8pm. 48 hours and 30 minutes to go.

Edit:
I'm such a doink lah! I'm only flying on Thursday and I wrote this on Tuesday.

Posted by MooPig at 19:48 | Permalink | Comments

Let me tell you that my culinary skills have gone down the drain.

I don't think I can cook a decent meal anymore.

Few weeks ago, my beef stew turned out to be perfect and I was so proud of myself. Today, I was feeling domesticated so I told the boy I'll cook him dinner.

I started cooking around 4 and everything was perfect until I transferred the beef into a pot. (I was using a non-stick pan previously) I left the pot on slow heat and came to the living room to use the internet.

I don't know how long I left the pot unattended. When I decided to check on the stew, disaster struck. I knew I burnt the dinner. I quickly transferred the un-burnt stew into the pan and tasted it. Shoot. It tasted pretty er... burnt. D'uh.

I took out everything I could find in the kitchen- Lea and Perrins, English mustard, soy sauce, salt, balsamic vinegar, pepper, mixed herbs and milk and added into the pan, hoping to 'cover' the burnt taste. The mustard did a pretty good job but it leaves a very strong 'mustardy' taste. -_-

So on the menu tonight: salvaged burnt beef stew, chocolate cheesecake and chocolate coated strawberries.

The boy better like mustard or I'll have order takeaway. Or... he can skip the main course and have chocolate cheesecake and chocolate coated strawberries for dinner. :P

Posted by MooPig at 18:42 | Permalink | Comments

I'm back.

I went to Northern Ireland on Monday morning and came back on Tuesday evening. For the first time in my life, I stayed at home throughout the 2 days and only went out to the local store to get 2 copies of newspapers for Nana on Tuesday morning because her feet were sore. No, I'm not complaining.

It's been 2 years and 8 months since I set foot in Coleraine and Tobermore. The last time I visited Brian and Nana was 2 Christmas ago. 2 years later, so much have changed.

Nana is very forgetful. Every now and then, she would repeat herself. Every now and then, she looked at me and asked "What day is it today, Pet?". She told me her cooker is not working at least 5 times in a day. She kept on forgetting I live in London. She thought I was living in Belfast on Monday night. But she never forgotten about Daddy. She was telling me about the good old times when Daddy was in NI. Nana is still wearing the gold chain Daddy gave her some 20 over years ago.

Can't believe I'm flying off next Thursday. Part of me wants to go... and part of me doesn't want to.

Posted by MooPig at 18:28 | Permalink | Comments

Why do certain people take my jokes so seriously?

Why do they think I go out with an ang moh with an intention?

Why do they always, ALWAYS, have to say 'Good lah, now you have ang moh boyfriend, can stay back here already'?

Why do they have to say 'Good lah, get married to him faster lah?'

Seriously, W.H.A.T T.H.E. F???

I'm so sick of explaining and I don't intend to explain to them anymore. I'm sick. Bloody sick. Say whatever you want. I'm done ranting. The next time anyone says the same thing to me I'm just gonna tell that person off. Period.

Posted by MooPig at 16:00 | Permalink | Comments