Random Nothings

I have neglected this blog for a while. Per my previous entry, no, not because the mess was too great, nor is the house gigantic that it took me this long before I could commence blogging.

I was simply engaged in other matters and have not been feeling on top of the world the past few weeks.

As I sit here trying to put words on to paper, I find myself struggling to write something meaningful.

To be honest there are too many things going on for me to pen it all down. Still trying to come to grips with things, trying to grasp the concept…very s..l…o..w…l…y

Let me begin by tying some loose ends from my last post – the other reunion I had was with my ex boss. He was in London for work and we met up a couple of times. It was good seeing him after a long time and to know I have a job to come home to. Offer is tempting but my options are currently very much ‘open’. Let’s see what the future holds.

OK. So that was the other reunion I had.

Other random updates:

• I am peeved. Some friends have been really unbearable, to put it mildly. All I can say is when jealousy reared its ugly head, common courtesy + being civil, goes out the window. You then start questioning the sincerity of the friendships forged.

• I know some will shake heads in disbelief but I finally learnt how to make nasi goreng belacan, but I was disappointed that it didn’t turn out as I anticipated/expected. Tak ada kick.

• I found me a resto in Soho that makes great rojak buah. I is well chuffed.

Right. Enough with the food talk already. You’d think I have not eaten for days.

Wondering when spring will arrive. I need some warmth.

Been following the Malaysian state of affairs very closely + eagerly since the GE. A lot have unfolded before my eyes. I like the very out-of-the-ordinary situation that’s going on in my homeland. It is a refreshing and promising change.

Finally, all I do is count the days until I fly home to keep me going, while adding more and more to the list of food I am missing; currently top on the list is my mum’s chicken chop.

WhoOopsy. No more mention of food. Have a great weekend peeps.

Blast from the Past - The Sequel

I have had two noteworthy reunions since last weekend.

The first was with the girls at Didcot. Anna's home is lovely, very tastefully decorated with hard wood furniture and she has a beautiful garden with a gorgeous olive tree (my fave!). She was ever so kind to prepare a lovely lunch for all of us.

It was nice to see everyone all grown up with bubbas but are still able to maintain the youthfulness of yesteryears. Everyone with bubs I say, but more accurately, everyone 'cept Anna and I.

These zany girls and I had a really wacky time during our first year at E6. It was my first time living amongst the Welsh and British. I was lonely, missing home and these great gals were warm, kind, friendly and welcoming that they helped ease my homesickness. Thankfully we got on really well and I was never made to feel out of place, despite being the ‘different' one.

I can never forget how considerate they were - not wanting to exclude me from their xmas meal of turkey, potatoes, yorkshire pud, they made a separate halal roast chicken just for me. Twas our xmas dinner to celebrate the yuletide season, to celebrate the new year, to celebrate our new found friendship, to celebrate the end of term, before we all went home for our xmas break that first year; such respect and sensitivity shown towards my practices and beliefs, I was so touched.
That was winter of 1994.

It is now spring of 2008. Who would have thought the friendships forged would last this long.

Well, they’ve been constantly keeping in touch since they left university. It was only I who lost touch when I left Cardiff 11 years ago to fulfil my dreams and ambitions back home.

I really would not have found any of them had I tried to mainly because they had adopted their partners’ last name. I owe Leanne the world for locating me on Facebook that fateful day in November. Otherwise the weekend in Didcot would never have materialised.

To great friendships I say!

***

The other reunion will have to be for another post, I need to sort this messy home for now!

Blast from the Past

It's Friday tomorrow. I am so glad it is almost the weekend. It has been a tiring week for me physically and mentally. I so need to recover to prepare myself for the following week~don't ask work has been a right pain.

This Saturday, ex E6 Senghennydd Court flatmates (+ partners + offsprings) are having a reunion in Didcot. After 13 years, this should be interesting (!).

(All this made possible thanks to Facebook.)

In a Funk

I have been feeling lousy since Friday. My misery unfortunately spilled over into the weekend.

I watched the weekend go by from under the covers. Did. Not. Want. To. Get. Out. Of. Bed.

Weekend outings were limited. Very unusual for me.

Instead, watched ‘Pursuit of Happyness’; contrary to the (misleading) title, it was a depressing movie. [Note to self: Must not watch when pms-ing/in bad mood/suffering stomach discomfort/nursing headache.]

Energy levels are low. Conversations have been minimal.

I am feeling sad that I can’t be home. To cat-sit. I miss Mumsy + Dadster.

Despite all that emotional mayhem, I did well in the cooking department. I managed to conjure some nasi lemak on Sunday and today, some mee goreng for dinner.

And so I barely survived Monday. One down, four more to go.

***

On the flip side, Mumsy is having a whale of a time - massage sesh and shopping today (while almost-four year old grand dot had a manicure haha) and spa treatments scheduled for tomorrow.

I'd love to trade places with Mum; every other normal days are spent with the kitties, tottering in the garden, while holidays are filled with lots of pampering and laughter with loved ones.

Torn Between Two

Mumsy is celebrating mother’s day tomorrow by catching a flight to Bali to see sibling + family for a week. This was a surprise pressie from sibling for Mumsy and so she had no say in the dates, length of stay, all timing-related matters basically.

She welcomes the break to spend time with cute grand dot and the craft-shopping she can get done in Bali but is a bit apprehensive as her flight back is the following Saturday - that’s a whole week away from her other grand dot (of the furry kind). She cannot request to change the flight dates earlier at the risk of offending said sibling.

But being as besotted as Mumsy is over these cats, I know exactly how Mum feels about leaving them behind for a long time. She would not be too concern had it been a 3/4 days' trip.

I’ve probably mentioned countless times how Cleo has no outdoor surviving skills and how she is very dependant on Mumsy for everything – meal times, toilet trips and even her bedtime. Mum also waits on Cleo when she is out in the garden for fear of the notorious grey tomcat preying on Cleo and for fear of inadvertently locking her out of the house (she does not do windows, only front doors). I guess it is mostly Mum’s fault for pampering her but that’s too late now.

As for Winnie, she is more independent than Cleo but does have her peculiarities that only Mumsy could ever understand e.g. where she wants to go (‘Please carry me upstairs Gramma’), which blanket/bedsheets she prefers, her 'please open bedroom door for me' meows or when she wants her biscuits, etc.

Dadster is fine with them but there really is no ‘special’ bond. He will however provide the basic necessities they need; rub, feed, clean litter, but he wouldn’t understand their meows or actions as well as Mum does. He ain't no Dr Dolittle!

Mum sent me a text a couple of hours ago saying she is going to Bali with a very heavy heart. I have assured Mum I would call Dad everyday to check on the cats (and him!) and that everything will be okay.

I guess it is time I go home to be with the family so it would be easier when Mumsy has to go away. She can go with a peace of mind with a trusty cat-sitter around (i.e. me me me).