We won, we won!!!
When was the last time a Malaysian football team won anything at senior level? I can't remember. When was the last time I watched Malaysian football and cheered and cheered? When I was 17, it was the night before my Biology paper but Johor was playing in the Malaysia Cup final and I ditched the books to cheer my home team on. Ervin Boban, Alastair Edwards, Abbas Saad... remember those names? We won 3-1 and I passed the paper.
What a match. The Indonesian team won 2-1 in the 2nd leg of the final but Malaysia ended up tops with an aggregate score of 4-2. I missed most of 2nd half no thanks to Connor so I can only comment on the 1st half. That's some goalkeeper we've got. He put in a fantastic performance tonight. I thought he was brilliant helped on by a stout defence. One of our centerbacks is only 19 so that's good news because he can only get better and there are many more years ahead of him.
Top marks to the Indonesian crowd who stayed till the end to cheer their dejected team at the prize-giving ceremony. They also clapped on the Malaysian team when they went up to receive their medals and trophy. Now that is CLASS. Take a lesson from that, you laser-pointing dimwit.
What a coach. In Raja We Trust indeed. What a team. Disciplined, fit and young. What a night.
Hear that?
That is the sound of a Harimau's roar in the night.
This team of Tigers is burning bright.
Showing posts with label Jakarta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jakarta. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Almost end of week round up
We've been back from Ho Chi Minh city since Sat and I'm still dreaming of the pho. Connor loved pho. We were at this pho shop just a few doors away from our hotel. I ordered pho with the works - soft tendons, tripe, beef brisket, slices of beef. Dear Hubby shuddered with horror and ordered the safe gwailo option which is broken rice with pork chops. At the next table, the same scene was played out - local girl orders pho with the works, gwailo guy sticks with meats that he can identify. Connor ate almost all of my noodles and the beef slices. So Mummy was kinda hungry since she only had a few spoonfuls of noodles left, the tendons and the tripe. It's very hard to eat things like tripe when your husband is staring at you in horror so I passed.
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I'm absolutely convinced I have Vietnamese heritage. There were a lot of people on the streets who looked just like me, more than there are on the streets of KL. (There were also plenty others who looked more Chinese than what we think of as a typical Vietnamese.) At every shop, I was asked politely and shyly, "Ma'am.. are you Vietnamese?"
I said to Dear Hubby that I'll have to learn the Vietnamese for "Sorry I am not Vietnamese." and do the same in Thai for when we go to Phuket. He said, "Why don't you just learn to say 'I am Malaysian' and learn just ONE thing?" I don't understand. It's two different languages innit?
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Vietnamese girls heart Connor.
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I've got the bloody Chanel bag itch again. *sigh* Maybe because my birthday's coming up. The last time I had the itch, it was during Christmas. Funny how my handbags itch normally coincide with gift-giving season.
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Had lunch with F today. She's married to G who is a good friend of Dear Hubby's and works in the same office as him. I took her into a pre-loved designer bag shop and she said to me, "I never knew such places existed in KL!" I said, "Oh there are a few, I know them." She gasped, "No! Really! You *have* to take me to them!"
My apologies upfront to G for introducing his wife to more credit card unfriendly activities but perhaps it's payback time for the Jag he bought. Teehee.
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We may be headed to Jakarta end Sept, tagging along Dear Hubby again for work. I never thought I'd say this but I am delighted to be going back to our adopted city for a visit. I'm sure I'll change my mind once I get stuck in a stupid macet but for now I am hoping the trip is on.
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I'm absolutely convinced I have Vietnamese heritage. There were a lot of people on the streets who looked just like me, more than there are on the streets of KL. (There were also plenty others who looked more Chinese than what we think of as a typical Vietnamese.) At every shop, I was asked politely and shyly, "Ma'am.. are you Vietnamese?"
I said to Dear Hubby that I'll have to learn the Vietnamese for "Sorry I am not Vietnamese." and do the same in Thai for when we go to Phuket. He said, "Why don't you just learn to say 'I am Malaysian' and learn just ONE thing?" I don't understand. It's two different languages innit?
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Vietnamese girls heart Connor.
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I've got the bloody Chanel bag itch again. *sigh* Maybe because my birthday's coming up. The last time I had the itch, it was during Christmas. Funny how my handbags itch normally coincide with gift-giving season.
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Had lunch with F today. She's married to G who is a good friend of Dear Hubby's and works in the same office as him. I took her into a pre-loved designer bag shop and she said to me, "I never knew such places existed in KL!" I said, "Oh there are a few, I know them." She gasped, "No! Really! You *have* to take me to them!"
My apologies upfront to G for introducing his wife to more credit card unfriendly activities but perhaps it's payback time for the Jag he bought. Teehee.
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We may be headed to Jakarta end Sept, tagging along Dear Hubby again for work. I never thought I'd say this but I am delighted to be going back to our adopted city for a visit. I'm sure I'll change my mind once I get stuck in a stupid macet but for now I am hoping the trip is on.
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Monday, January 25, 2010
Closet Quickies in Kemang
This is where I got my pre-loved Stam. I can't quite remember how I found out about the shop, think it was idle clicking here and there online. I found out about it some 2-3 weeks before we were due to move back to KL and imagine my annoyance when I discovered it was just 5 min away from where we lived in Kemang. Dear Hubby thought quite the opposite of course, heaving a sigh of relief and patting his credit card at the same time.
If you're coming from Prapanca, just turn left at the traffic lights to get into Kemang. Go past Eastern Promise, the new condo on your left (name just escapes me at the mo), KFC on your right... all the way to the T-junction. Turn left there and then go down the road until you pass a mosque on your left. Closet Quickies is just a little further along from the mosque on the right hand side of the road.
They sell pre-loved clothes and accessories. I'm not too impressed by the clothes, some look like they really should have been binned instead of re-sold. I suppose you have to really dig if you want to score some bargains. But for bargain clothes, I prefer shopping at Heritage at Pejaten Village, they had some lovely Stella McCartney stuff in that day that did not fit my post-pregnancy blob.
They have plenty of shoes, some were really nice but none that fit my big, flat-footed self. Which was a good thing because here's where I draw the line at pre-loved stuff. I have no probs with secondhand clothes. Each time we're in the UK, I head eagerly to charity shops and pick up bargains for a quid or two. I even buy them for Connor, got him this cute parka for a $1.50 (the pound sign won't work on my keyboard so just imagine the $ is a pound sign). But not shoes. I don't like the idea of inserting my toes where other toes have gone before. It would have killed me if I saw a pair I really liked.
They had lots of cute bangles and I bought myself some. I have no idea why. I'm not really a bangle person. But I simply couldn't resist the ones I saw.
And finally... the bags. It was sheer luck that I got the Stam I think. Checked with the Marc Jacobs store in KLCC and found out that we'd paid a third of the current retail price for it. They had a Chloe there as well when I was last there but girls, before you start stampeding that way, it's not the Paddington. I have no idea what it was because I was dizzy enough from clutching the Stam. I also saw a yellow Tod's satchel somewhere close to the back of the store.
The outlet is run by the editor of Fashionese Daily, an online Indonesian fashion site. They were also featured in an article on secondhand stores in Jakarta Post. They have a not-often-updated website. I don't know why they bother having a website then. It disappointed me when I saw bags like the Chanel clutch on their site and then I can't find it in the store.
If you're patient enough and keep going back to browse, I think you'll stumble upon a gem or two one day. But if you're not that sort, no biggie missing the store. I kinda like it though. It's like a treasure hunt and it's really the thrill of finding the treasure that makes me adore secondhand shops.
Closet Quickies is at Jl Bangka Raya, No. 103, Kemang. Tel: +62-21-9124 0335
If you're coming from Prapanca, just turn left at the traffic lights to get into Kemang. Go past Eastern Promise, the new condo on your left (name just escapes me at the mo), KFC on your right... all the way to the T-junction. Turn left there and then go down the road until you pass a mosque on your left. Closet Quickies is just a little further along from the mosque on the right hand side of the road.
They sell pre-loved clothes and accessories. I'm not too impressed by the clothes, some look like they really should have been binned instead of re-sold. I suppose you have to really dig if you want to score some bargains. But for bargain clothes, I prefer shopping at Heritage at Pejaten Village, they had some lovely Stella McCartney stuff in that day that did not fit my post-pregnancy blob.
They have plenty of shoes, some were really nice but none that fit my big, flat-footed self. Which was a good thing because here's where I draw the line at pre-loved stuff. I have no probs with secondhand clothes. Each time we're in the UK, I head eagerly to charity shops and pick up bargains for a quid or two. I even buy them for Connor, got him this cute parka for a $1.50 (the pound sign won't work on my keyboard so just imagine the $ is a pound sign). But not shoes. I don't like the idea of inserting my toes where other toes have gone before. It would have killed me if I saw a pair I really liked.
They had lots of cute bangles and I bought myself some. I have no idea why. I'm not really a bangle person. But I simply couldn't resist the ones I saw.
And finally... the bags. It was sheer luck that I got the Stam I think. Checked with the Marc Jacobs store in KLCC and found out that we'd paid a third of the current retail price for it. They had a Chloe there as well when I was last there but girls, before you start stampeding that way, it's not the Paddington. I have no idea what it was because I was dizzy enough from clutching the Stam. I also saw a yellow Tod's satchel somewhere close to the back of the store.
The outlet is run by the editor of Fashionese Daily, an online Indonesian fashion site. They were also featured in an article on secondhand stores in Jakarta Post. They have a not-often-updated website. I don't know why they bother having a website then. It disappointed me when I saw bags like the Chanel clutch on their site and then I can't find it in the store.
If you're patient enough and keep going back to browse, I think you'll stumble upon a gem or two one day. But if you're not that sort, no biggie missing the store. I kinda like it though. It's like a treasure hunt and it's really the thrill of finding the treasure that makes me adore secondhand shops.
Closet Quickies is at Jl Bangka Raya, No. 103, Kemang. Tel: +62-21-9124 0335
Memories of Jakarta
The little one is asleep and I'm all alone waiting for the laundry to finish. Dear Hubby has returned to Jakarta as he has to finish up the packing and office handover. Bless the man, what a darling he is to have sent us away first and do the hard work all by himself.
This is the first time I've felt relaxed back in Malaysia. On every other visit, we've always known we would have to return to Jakarta. So my main mission every time was to eat everything that I'd missed before our return flight and I was anxious not to miss anything. Nasi lemak, bah kut teh, roti canai, dim sum... you name it, I ate it. This time I have the luxury of actually saying, "It's okay, I'm trying to lose weight."
We've found this apartment we like and are now negotiating with the landlord over terms. Not exactly looking forward to unpacking when our shipment arrives but that's got to be done before we can enjoy the new place.
What do I miss about Jakarta?
My driver!
*sobs* Until you have one, you have no idea how useful one can be. When I feel like going out in Jakarta, all I had to do was get Connor ready and pack his diaper bag. Then I would call the driver. When he appeared, all I had to do was cuddle my little boy and walk grandly out to the car and get in. He would lug my diaper bag, my handbag and the gigantic stroller we bought. Upon reaching the mall, I would just get out and watch while he unfolds the stroller and gets my bags. When I'm done, I call for him again and he loads the shopping and other stuff into car while I just get in and relax. When we're home, I just swan in with the baby and amuse him while he unloads it all.
Here in KL, I am SHOCKED that I have to do all that he's been doing faithfully for me. Shocked, I tell you. Terima kasih, Pak Sulaiman.
The service
We in Malaysia have no idea of service. Counter staff at various malls seem so rude by Jakarta standards. I remember when we bought a sandwich maker in Senayan, we had 4 people attend to us. All we had to do was point to the model we wanted and walk to the cashier's. Here we actually have to pick up the box from the shelf and lug it there. Ouch. What a painful return to reality for me. LOL
The sights on the roads
Because Jakarta is so densely populated, every inch of space is built up to the max and very often the car window is probably just a foot or two away from someone's bedroom window. It's unlike KL where houses are actually set back away from the road. I've spent many drives peering curiously into the faces and places of ordinary Jakartans from the isolation of my car, wondering what their lives are like when I realise that a whole family is squeezed into a home no bigger than my kitchen.
None of this NKVE, Kerinchi Link, Penchala Link, LDP impersonal sort of driving. Driving through the maze of Jakarta's little roads actually gives you a feel for the place and the people who live there because they're right in your face as you pass by.
The Jakarta society lady
Mind you, I don't know any personally. But I did enjoy watching them in the malls, dressed up to the nines with the Imelda Marcos hairdo, clinking about in their high heels at two o'clock in the afternoon. Damn syiok imagining what their lives must be like, must be like Dynasty + Knots Landing + Manohara!
What do I not miss about Jakarta?
The traffic, the traffic, the traffic. Good riddance. I will get down on my knees and thank The Powers Above if I never see a bajaj or ojek ever again in my life.
And the no-good water. Although it's kept me um, regular. Never had any plumbing problems even when I was pregnant and they said all pregnant women do.
Did I enjoy our stay in Jakarta? Yes and no. Yes because it was somewhere new, somewhere different and I enjoyed the experience. I enjoyed experiencing Indonesia and Indonesians first-hand. And our son was born there! He's got Dilahir di Jakarta (born in Jakarta) stamped in his passport. Teehee.
No because it's not an easy city to live in and I'm not talking about the time when HP sauce simply disappeared off the shelves for weeks and I went hunting for it frantically for Dear Hubby's sake. There was just so much poverty on a level that I've not seen before, not even when growing up in my little hometown. When I first arrived, I was shocked at the poverty I saw. I remember fretting over the Maxi-Cosi catalogue when we were looking for a new car seat for Connor and then glancing outside the window only to see a little boy about four, asleep on a cardboard carton his father had collected and placed in the cart he uses to collect rubbish for recycling. That to me was Jakarta - the haves and the have-nots existing side by side, neither knowing much about the other. There I was, wondering if I should spend two hundred quid on a car seat for my son while the other boy had probably never seen 50 quid before.
So here we are in KL and I'm looking forward to living back home again before we probably get uprooted in 2-3 years' time and get posted to er.... Siberia! HAHA!
Thanks for the memories, Jakarta. Maybe we'll come back someday.
This is the first time I've felt relaxed back in Malaysia. On every other visit, we've always known we would have to return to Jakarta. So my main mission every time was to eat everything that I'd missed before our return flight and I was anxious not to miss anything. Nasi lemak, bah kut teh, roti canai, dim sum... you name it, I ate it. This time I have the luxury of actually saying, "It's okay, I'm trying to lose weight."
We've found this apartment we like and are now negotiating with the landlord over terms. Not exactly looking forward to unpacking when our shipment arrives but that's got to be done before we can enjoy the new place.
What do I miss about Jakarta?
My driver!
*sobs* Until you have one, you have no idea how useful one can be. When I feel like going out in Jakarta, all I had to do was get Connor ready and pack his diaper bag. Then I would call the driver. When he appeared, all I had to do was cuddle my little boy and walk grandly out to the car and get in. He would lug my diaper bag, my handbag and the gigantic stroller we bought. Upon reaching the mall, I would just get out and watch while he unfolds the stroller and gets my bags. When I'm done, I call for him again and he loads the shopping and other stuff into car while I just get in and relax. When we're home, I just swan in with the baby and amuse him while he unloads it all.
Here in KL, I am SHOCKED that I have to do all that he's been doing faithfully for me. Shocked, I tell you. Terima kasih, Pak Sulaiman.
The service
We in Malaysia have no idea of service. Counter staff at various malls seem so rude by Jakarta standards. I remember when we bought a sandwich maker in Senayan, we had 4 people attend to us. All we had to do was point to the model we wanted and walk to the cashier's. Here we actually have to pick up the box from the shelf and lug it there. Ouch. What a painful return to reality for me. LOL
The sights on the roads
Because Jakarta is so densely populated, every inch of space is built up to the max and very often the car window is probably just a foot or two away from someone's bedroom window. It's unlike KL where houses are actually set back away from the road. I've spent many drives peering curiously into the faces and places of ordinary Jakartans from the isolation of my car, wondering what their lives are like when I realise that a whole family is squeezed into a home no bigger than my kitchen.
None of this NKVE, Kerinchi Link, Penchala Link, LDP impersonal sort of driving. Driving through the maze of Jakarta's little roads actually gives you a feel for the place and the people who live there because they're right in your face as you pass by.
The Jakarta society lady
Mind you, I don't know any personally. But I did enjoy watching them in the malls, dressed up to the nines with the Imelda Marcos hairdo, clinking about in their high heels at two o'clock in the afternoon. Damn syiok imagining what their lives must be like, must be like Dynasty + Knots Landing + Manohara!
What do I not miss about Jakarta?
The traffic, the traffic, the traffic. Good riddance. I will get down on my knees and thank The Powers Above if I never see a bajaj or ojek ever again in my life.
And the no-good water. Although it's kept me um, regular. Never had any plumbing problems even when I was pregnant and they said all pregnant women do.
Did I enjoy our stay in Jakarta? Yes and no. Yes because it was somewhere new, somewhere different and I enjoyed the experience. I enjoyed experiencing Indonesia and Indonesians first-hand. And our son was born there! He's got Dilahir di Jakarta (born in Jakarta) stamped in his passport. Teehee.
No because it's not an easy city to live in and I'm not talking about the time when HP sauce simply disappeared off the shelves for weeks and I went hunting for it frantically for Dear Hubby's sake. There was just so much poverty on a level that I've not seen before, not even when growing up in my little hometown. When I first arrived, I was shocked at the poverty I saw. I remember fretting over the Maxi-Cosi catalogue when we were looking for a new car seat for Connor and then glancing outside the window only to see a little boy about four, asleep on a cardboard carton his father had collected and placed in the cart he uses to collect rubbish for recycling. That to me was Jakarta - the haves and the have-nots existing side by side, neither knowing much about the other. There I was, wondering if I should spend two hundred quid on a car seat for my son while the other boy had probably never seen 50 quid before.
So here we are in KL and I'm looking forward to living back home again before we probably get uprooted in 2-3 years' time and get posted to er.... Siberia! HAHA!
Thanks for the memories, Jakarta. Maybe we'll come back someday.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Bye-bye Jakarta, Hello Kuala Lumpur!
Well, this is it. Our adventures in Jakarta are coming to an end. Dear Hubby is being transferred back to the Kuala Lumpur office and that means my days as a leisurely, pampered expat wife (hah!) are coming to an end. Seriously.... where is this leisurely pampered expat wife person? I've never met her!
As we were returning to KL this weekend anyway to attend a wedding, we decided that the Little Monkey and Mummy will stay on in KL instead of flying back and forth Jkt-KL for the next month. That means Daddy will be wife-less and baby-less for a couple of weeks. Which means that he will a) play all his CDs at top volume b) not have to put up with bah kut teh smells in the kitchen c) have the PC all to himself.
Am I happy to be going back to KL? Yes. I prefer KL to Jakarta. I've missed my hawker food and cheap English-language local magazines. I've missed my family and friends. I miss you Toys R Us and IKEA!
But I will miss Jakarta too. It's not the easiest city to live in but I've enjoyed my time here. I will particularly miss having a driver at my beck and call! I've asked Dear Hubby if we could settle for a Proton Gen2 + driver back home instead of the Honda + no driver and he said NO. Tsk, tsk. That man has no idea how tough it is to handle toddler + giant stroller + diaper bag + shopping at one go.
I'm busy mad packing now because we fly back on Thurs... and after that... bye-bye Jakarta! Thanks for the memories.
As we were returning to KL this weekend anyway to attend a wedding, we decided that the Little Monkey and Mummy will stay on in KL instead of flying back and forth Jkt-KL for the next month. That means Daddy will be wife-less and baby-less for a couple of weeks. Which means that he will a) play all his CDs at top volume b) not have to put up with bah kut teh smells in the kitchen c) have the PC all to himself.
Am I happy to be going back to KL? Yes. I prefer KL to Jakarta. I've missed my hawker food and cheap English-language local magazines. I've missed my family and friends. I miss you Toys R Us and IKEA!
But I will miss Jakarta too. It's not the easiest city to live in but I've enjoyed my time here. I will particularly miss having a driver at my beck and call! I've asked Dear Hubby if we could settle for a Proton Gen2 + driver back home instead of the Honda + no driver and he said NO. Tsk, tsk. That man has no idea how tough it is to handle toddler + giant stroller + diaper bag + shopping at one go.
I'm busy mad packing now because we fly back on Thurs... and after that... bye-bye Jakarta! Thanks for the memories.
Quiz Time: When do you buy designer bags?
Q: When is the best time to go shopping for a designer bag?
Is it...
(a) ANYTIME is a good time for bag shopping!
(b) During the sales. Gotta be prudent with the $$$ these days
(c) When the hubby has done something SO wrong and is desperate to redeem himself
*leans on buzzer*
My answer is C!!!!!!!!!!
*much applause* Well done, Mrs Top Monkey! You are absolutely CORRECT!!!
And that is how I managed to score a Marc Jacobs Stam bag last weekend. LOL
It's a very gently used, pre-loved Stam. I got it at less 50% off retail price and it was such a great deal that I could hardly believe my eyes. What a funny sight we must have looked - Dear Hubby and I clutching print-outs from a site that taught us how to differentiate a fake Stam from the genuine thing, checking out all the markers before marching up to the cashier to pay for it and then.... our credit cards didn't go through! LOL None of them did! So I had to go back the next day with a fistful of rupiahs to pay for the bag.
Review of the store we went to coming up next... once I get all this bloody packing done.
Thank you, Dear Hubby darling... all is forgiven... love you soooooooo much... teeheehee...
Is it...
(a) ANYTIME is a good time for bag shopping!
(b) During the sales. Gotta be prudent with the $$$ these days
(c) When the hubby has done something SO wrong and is desperate to redeem himself
*leans on buzzer*
My answer is C!!!!!!!!!!
*much applause* Well done, Mrs Top Monkey! You are absolutely CORRECT!!!
And that is how I managed to score a Marc Jacobs Stam bag last weekend. LOL
It's a very gently used, pre-loved Stam. I got it at less 50% off retail price and it was such a great deal that I could hardly believe my eyes. What a funny sight we must have looked - Dear Hubby and I clutching print-outs from a site that taught us how to differentiate a fake Stam from the genuine thing, checking out all the markers before marching up to the cashier to pay for it and then.... our credit cards didn't go through! LOL None of them did! So I had to go back the next day with a fistful of rupiahs to pay for the bag.
Review of the store we went to coming up next... once I get all this bloody packing done.
Thank you, Dear Hubby darling... all is forgiven... love you soooooooo much... teeheehee...
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Back home in Jakarta... again!
Well...a day or two after writing my last post, we had to get ready to fly back to KL. It was a last-minute, hastily arranged trip to fly back and see to our new apartment. We'd bought it before Dear Hubby was posted here and we've finally received our keys.
So just as I'd managed to get our little Connor back into his routine, we were off travelling again and his routine was all wrecked... again!!! He's actually quite a good traveller, he just takes his missed naps and weird food on the road all in his stride but Mummy gets really stressed out.
It was great seeing our new apartment and even greater showing Connor his new room. I think he liked it. He was so thrilled to see the cars zooming along the highway.
We also made a quick trip home to see my parents who were delighted to have their grandson home. It's only when he's home with my side of the family that I realise how very un-Chinese my son looks. Vart to do... my genes no fight with Daddy's.... *sigh*
We flew back on Friday and it was a horrible day. We arrived at the airport at 11am to check in for our 1:30pm flight only to be told it was cancelled and we were re-booked on a 7pm flight. Dear Hubby threw a fit as he had a connecting flight later at 6pm. So we got ourselves booked on a 2:30pm Garuda flight and thought that Dear Hubby might make his connection. That flight was then delayed for over an hour and we finally took off at 4pm. Factor in the lovely Jakarta macet and we finally trudged into our home at 9pm, tired and crabby.
No more flying... not for a while anyway!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sweet Child O' Mine: Connor at 9 months
Got milk? Uncle M was trying to feed him and Connor insisted on grabbing the bottle, hence the spray of milk droplets all across my little one's face. Was so funny when we saw it.
"I dunno why that expensive vase is cracked, Mum.. honest!" He hadn't done anything actually but this shot looked like he was trying to plead not guilty.
Playing by the pool with Uncle M.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Come on you Reds!
It is here. The 09/10 Barclays Premier League season is upon us. I have even managed to shed enough baby weight to fit back into my Liverpool jersey - Shankly be praised!
By rights I should be rejoicing that footie is back on telly. By footie, I mean Liverpool FC footie. I don't do other teams or other leagues. There can only be ONE team for me.
And it must be my bad karma or something but I happen to live in a country where they still can't hammer out who gets the rights to the live football screenings even though the season started yesterday. ARGH. TVOne gets to screen a few matches but they usually get the little ones like erm... Hull City vs Wolves. No disrespect lads but I really, really only want to watch my men in red.
As of yesterday, we still don't know who will get the rights. So we're holding off renewing our cable until we know which provider gets the footie. No point subscribing to a provider who can't show footie. I don't know what we'll do if they can't iron this out... fly back to KL on weekends to catch it on Astro? Hehe. Say what you want about Ananda Krishnan and monopoly but at least I know that when the new season starts, I'm SURE to get my footie fix.
Every football pundit on Football Focus has written us off since they figure we can't do anything without Xabi Alonso. Hang on... I thought we were a one-man team and our one man was Stevie G? You fickle-minded pundits, you!
But since they've written us off, this can only mean one thing. We're going to win it this year. Every time they tip us as strong contenders, we don't do a thing. Since they think we have no chance at all, it therefore logically follows that we will win it.
YNWA... come on Redmen!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Connor tries to run away from home
The little monkey tried to run away from home yesterday. Or rather, he tried to crawl away... since he can't walk yet.
Dear Hubby had left for work and didn't lock the main door. He just pulled it close and didn't let me know. So I thought the door was locked. Imagine my surprise when I looked up from the dining table to find my little one had opened the main door and was sitting on the doormat outside.
I was so surprised I couldn't move at first. He was looking back at me with this look of utter glee on his face at his newfound freedom as if to say, "Goodbye Mom! I'm off to see the world!" I leapt up then and shouted, "Connor! Noooooo!!!"
And my little monkey of a son burst into giggles and quick as a flash, he was up and crawling away. I ran like mad and scooped him up, scolding "Naughty boy!" as he tried to wriggle free, giggling all the time.
What a good thing we live in this compound in Jakarta where there isn't any traffic . What a good thing it wasn't the doors that led to the pool.
After I'd gotten over my scare, it was pretty funny. Especially the bit where he was looking at me with pure mischief in his eyes. We'll remember to lock the door next time.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Fat face post-haircut at Children Hair Salon, Jl Kemang Raya
"Honest, mum... not hiding any food in my cheeks!"
Our little boy after we had his locks chopped off yet again. This photo was taken this morning and the reason why it's such a close-up is because he was dying to grab hold of the dangly camera strap, he's fascinated by it.
We went to the Children's Hair Salon in Jl Kemang Raya. It's on the same row as JPC, you can't miss JPC. They open from 9am onwards. We were there at 11am after Connor had been fed and watered and less likely to put up a struggle.
They were more basic than Kiddy Cuts in Senayan. They had just one telly set that was tuned in to Playhouse Disney. And no seats in the shape of racing cars. It showed in the price which was a third of what we paid at Kiddy Cuts.
Were they any good? Well, I took Connor for a walk today in our compound and there were 3 little girls out as well. All of them ran up to Connor to pinch his cheeks and stroke his arm, all the while exclaiming over how cute he was. Connor is quite used to this as he gets this every time he goes to Daddy's office, so he just sat in my arms and let them manhandle him.
But half an hour after we'd returned to our house, the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find one of the little girls standing there, asking if she could come in and see Connor some more!
I related all this to his very proud Daddy who exclaimed, "Not even a year old and we've already got girls at the door asking for him!"
So did they do a good job with Connor's hair? His Daddy certainly thinks so!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Dear Hubby surprise trip home!
Yesterday morning, I thought to myself, "Craps. What am I going to do over the weekend?" It's pretty boring being all alone as Dear Hubby is still stuck in Balikpapan and wasn't scheduled to return home till next Wednesday. I said as much to him when he called to ask casually about my weekend plans.
I ate dinner late last night. It was an internet dinner... just like a tv dinner, except that I was browsing the web while chewing on my pork chops. To my surprise someone rang the doorbell. Who on earth could it be? It was close to 9pm and nobody ever rings the bell at that time of night.
I opened the door cautiously and surprise! - it's Dear Hubby! I was so happy to see him standing there with a big grin on his face and gave him a big hug. "What are you doing here?" He smiled, "Well, I miss my babies. And I thought the company could afford to pay for an extra flight for me."
Here's to a happy family weekend. :))
I ate dinner late last night. It was an internet dinner... just like a tv dinner, except that I was browsing the web while chewing on my pork chops. To my surprise someone rang the doorbell. Who on earth could it be? It was close to 9pm and nobody ever rings the bell at that time of night.
I opened the door cautiously and surprise! - it's Dear Hubby! I was so happy to see him standing there with a big grin on his face and gave him a big hug. "What are you doing here?" He smiled, "Well, I miss my babies. And I thought the company could afford to pay for an extra flight for me."
Here's to a happy family weekend. :))
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I love you long time!
This vid was shot when Connor was about 7.5 months old. He couldn't stand unaided yet so he would use the furniture to pull himself to a standing position. We were fooling around with my little digicam's video function that day. I was on the carpet next to Connor trying to coax him to do something cute while Dear Hubby sat on the sofa filming.
What happened is that Connor spots him and decides to come over to give us some good old-fashioned lovin'.
We just couldn't stop laughing at the last frame.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Back to normal in Jakarta post bombing
Looks like we're all going about our business like nothing's happened. We went out for lunch at an Italian restaurant on Sunday and it was quite full. You'd never guess that bombs had just gone off in our city just last week.
We've decided to stay put in Jakarta. Here in Kemang, life seems to be going on as normal. I just want to say that in my year here in Jakarta, I've come to the conclusion that most Indonesians are very friendly, very warm and quite, quite tolerant. Some people may read in the papers "...most populous Muslim country in the world" and think "Uh-oh! Millions of terrorists!" And if your idea of a terrorist is someone in Muslim dress, well have I got news for you - they're not common here in Jakarta. I see more covered heads walking the streets of KL than I do here. And unlike Malaysia, the population isn't exactly divided into Melayu, Cina, India dan lain-lain and given their religion based on ethnicity. (Here, you. Melayu. Okay.. Islam. You.. Cina. Okay... Buddhist) That's why I never realised Wahyu from Dear Hubby's office is actually a Christian. I felt very silly when I realised I'd done the Malaysian thing and simply assumed he was Muslim based on his name and appearance.
Everyone I've met has greeted me with a friendly Hello or a smile and I've never had any problem because I'm an Asian married to a white man. They may not speak fluent English or any English at all but you have no doubt about their friendliness.
I would really like to go to Mega Kuningan to have a look at the hotels but I don't think I can with a baby in tow. This isn't the first time and this won't be the last. As long as people are feeling left out of progress and being forced to do things just one way, there will be more attacks.
We've decided to stay put in Jakarta. Here in Kemang, life seems to be going on as normal. I just want to say that in my year here in Jakarta, I've come to the conclusion that most Indonesians are very friendly, very warm and quite, quite tolerant. Some people may read in the papers "...most populous Muslim country in the world" and think "Uh-oh! Millions of terrorists!" And if your idea of a terrorist is someone in Muslim dress, well have I got news for you - they're not common here in Jakarta. I see more covered heads walking the streets of KL than I do here. And unlike Malaysia, the population isn't exactly divided into Melayu, Cina, India dan lain-lain and given their religion based on ethnicity. (Here, you. Melayu. Okay.. Islam. You.. Cina. Okay... Buddhist) That's why I never realised Wahyu from Dear Hubby's office is actually a Christian. I felt very silly when I realised I'd done the Malaysian thing and simply assumed he was Muslim based on his name and appearance.
Everyone I've met has greeted me with a friendly Hello or a smile and I've never had any problem because I'm an Asian married to a white man. They may not speak fluent English or any English at all but you have no doubt about their friendliness.
I would really like to go to Mega Kuningan to have a look at the hotels but I don't think I can with a baby in tow. This isn't the first time and this won't be the last. As long as people are feeling left out of progress and being forced to do things just one way, there will be more attacks.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Jakarta Hotel Bombing 2009 - The Day After
Dear Hubby flew back from Balikpapan last night so that he could be with us for the weekend. He wasn't planning to at first but with the bombings, he thought it was best to come home. I have to say I was very worried that there was going to be bombs at the aiports but I knew security would be super-tight just immediately after the bombings. I was so relieved when he finally arrived home on our doorstep.
It's all over the papers. Terror Returns said the Jakarta Globe, our daily newspaper. We'd been pretty upbeat the presidential election had passed smoothly without any incident and on the night of the wedding we attended, we'd spoken to a young Indonesian who'd been confident about his country's future. So we'd all been feeling good.
Then earlier this week, out came a report about explosives discovered in a house in Central Java. I must admit I didn't really read it as Connor demanded my attention but I remembered thinking, "Uh-oh..."
TvOne showed clips from the hotel security cam last night. It was just scary to see this guy, wearing a cap pulled low over his face and pulling a trolley bag behind walk into the breakfast room and knowing that you were going to see something awful. In my heart, I was screaming for the people present in the clip to run, run for their lives but they couldn't have known it then. I'll never forget seeing a portly man walk casually towards the entrance of the room where the bomber had just entered and then the bomb going off and I couldn't see that guy anymore because of the smoke and debris that blasted out and covered everything.
Dear Hubby said his friend texted him to say one of his buddies had been there and had been airlifted to Singapore for treatment. No one we know personally was there but we sorrow together with all those who'd lost someone or who had someone they knew hurt in the blasts.
I went out ytdy to get some food from a supermarket nearby. I left Connor at home with the maid fearing chaos on the streets and figuring that I had a better chance of running back without a baby. It was all quiet here in Kemang. Everything looked normal out on the streets though it seemed to me there were fewer people walking about.
We've stayed put in the house today. We'll take a peek outside tomorrow. As of now, I don't think we'll fly out of KL yet. Things still seem calm in Kemang and we'll monitor the situation before we decide to go anywhere. I am worried mainly for my son who has no idea how awful the world can be and we will fly out if necessary.
But what of others who have no choice? Does going back to KL really guarantee we will really be safe from any terror attacks? Have we got to hide and run forever? At this point in time, I'm all for shooting the hell out of those who are trying to take away the future of Indonesia.
It's all over the papers. Terror Returns said the Jakarta Globe, our daily newspaper. We'd been pretty upbeat the presidential election had passed smoothly without any incident and on the night of the wedding we attended, we'd spoken to a young Indonesian who'd been confident about his country's future. So we'd all been feeling good.
Then earlier this week, out came a report about explosives discovered in a house in Central Java. I must admit I didn't really read it as Connor demanded my attention but I remembered thinking, "Uh-oh..."
TvOne showed clips from the hotel security cam last night. It was just scary to see this guy, wearing a cap pulled low over his face and pulling a trolley bag behind walk into the breakfast room and knowing that you were going to see something awful. In my heart, I was screaming for the people present in the clip to run, run for their lives but they couldn't have known it then. I'll never forget seeing a portly man walk casually towards the entrance of the room where the bomber had just entered and then the bomb going off and I couldn't see that guy anymore because of the smoke and debris that blasted out and covered everything.
Dear Hubby said his friend texted him to say one of his buddies had been there and had been airlifted to Singapore for treatment. No one we know personally was there but we sorrow together with all those who'd lost someone or who had someone they knew hurt in the blasts.
I went out ytdy to get some food from a supermarket nearby. I left Connor at home with the maid fearing chaos on the streets and figuring that I had a better chance of running back without a baby. It was all quiet here in Kemang. Everything looked normal out on the streets though it seemed to me there were fewer people walking about.
We've stayed put in the house today. We'll take a peek outside tomorrow. As of now, I don't think we'll fly out of KL yet. Things still seem calm in Kemang and we'll monitor the situation before we decide to go anywhere. I am worried mainly for my son who has no idea how awful the world can be and we will fly out if necessary.
But what of others who have no choice? Does going back to KL really guarantee we will really be safe from any terror attacks? Have we got to hide and run forever? At this point in time, I'm all for shooting the hell out of those who are trying to take away the future of Indonesia.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Jakarta 9:33am - Explosion caused by genset?
From Kompas.com:
Is a genset instead of a bomb the cause of the explosion? In a city where electricity supply can be erratic, many places have a generator on standby at all times.
Well the jury's still out.
I regret using the word "bomb" in my previous post... the word "explosion" would be more appropriate and more truthful, so I'm going to change it now.
Is a genset instead of a bomb the cause of the explosion? In a city where electricity supply can be erratic, many places have a generator on standby at all times.
Well the jury's still out.
I regret using the word "bomb" in my previous post... the word "explosion" would be more appropriate and more truthful, so I'm going to change it now.
JUST IN: Explosion in JW Marriott and Ritz Carlton, Jakarta
Okay.. I'm feeding Connor some Rice Krispies and I see this on CNN: Bomb explosion in Jakarta. YIKES!
The 2 hotels are located in Mega Kuningan and I can assure you that the bombs were not exactly strong enough to harm us here in Kemang. According to Kompas.com, the first bomb went off at 730am and a 2nd bomb followed 3 minutes later. Channel News Asia reported that the bomb went off on the 3rd floor of the Ritz. As the breakfast area of the hotel was just a floor below, this resulted in many casualties as many guests were getting breakfast at that time. TV showed the street outside the hotel strewn with glass and packed with security and news crews.
I am watching the local news now for updates, switching between AnTV, MetroTV and whoever who has updates. Kompas.com is very good for online updates but you need to understand B. Indonesia.
For friends and family following this blog, we are okay here in Kemang. We will be staying put here unless the situation demands we get out. For now, we'll just be keeping a low profile and staying home.
Stay tuned for more updates.
The 2 hotels are located in Mega Kuningan and I can assure you that the bombs were not exactly strong enough to harm us here in Kemang. According to Kompas.com, the first bomb went off at 730am and a 2nd bomb followed 3 minutes later. Channel News Asia reported that the bomb went off on the 3rd floor of the Ritz. As the breakfast area of the hotel was just a floor below, this resulted in many casualties as many guests were getting breakfast at that time. TV showed the street outside the hotel strewn with glass and packed with security and news crews.
I am watching the local news now for updates, switching between AnTV, MetroTV and whoever who has updates. Kompas.com is very good for online updates but you need to understand B. Indonesia.
For friends and family following this blog, we are okay here in Kemang. We will be staying put here unless the situation demands we get out. For now, we'll just be keeping a low profile and staying home.
Stay tuned for more updates.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Baby gear for rent in Jakarta - Bambino Piccolo
If you've got a baby and you're travelling, you know you've got lots of gear to lug. Anyone who's ever tried handling a fussy baby, the bag carrying all his stuff plus the stroller plus the car seat PLUS your luggage will know what I mean. Surely there's got to be a better way.
Well there is now in Jakarta. You can rent baby gear if you're travelling this way for a holiday or you're an expat mum waiting for the baby gear in your shipment to arrive. I'd been looking for this place for forever because I remembered reading about them in the Jakarta Post last year but I couldn't find the link again. Luckily a more persistent friend and fellow mum found the site and sent it to me - thank you, Liza!
The site is called Bambino Piccolo. They rent stuff like cots, stroller, car seats and bumbo seats. I haven't tried them myself so I can't vouch for their services. According to their T&C page, the minimal rental period is 2 months. They do have some products that have a shorter rental time though like their strollers. Their products are guaranteed to be kept clean and in good condition and are usually less than a year old.
So for all those expat mums who've written to ask me if there's any place they can rent baby gear, click on the links below and take a look at what they have to offer.
Bambino Piccolo on Multiply
Bambino Piccolo on Facebook
Well there is now in Jakarta. You can rent baby gear if you're travelling this way for a holiday or you're an expat mum waiting for the baby gear in your shipment to arrive. I'd been looking for this place for forever because I remembered reading about them in the Jakarta Post last year but I couldn't find the link again. Luckily a more persistent friend and fellow mum found the site and sent it to me - thank you, Liza!
The site is called Bambino Piccolo. They rent stuff like cots, stroller, car seats and bumbo seats. I haven't tried them myself so I can't vouch for their services. According to their T&C page, the minimal rental period is 2 months. They do have some products that have a shorter rental time though like their strollers. Their products are guaranteed to be kept clean and in good condition and are usually less than a year old.
So for all those expat mums who've written to ask me if there's any place they can rent baby gear, click on the links below and take a look at what they have to offer.
Bambino Piccolo on Multiply
Bambino Piccolo on Facebook
Sunday, July 12, 2009
An Indonesian wedding in Jakarta's Rumah Maroko
On Friday afternoon, Dear Hubby called to say we'd received an invite for a wedding of one of the partners in his company and he wanted very much to attend. OOH. I was pretty pleased because I wanted to experience what an Indonesian wedding was like. (Perhaps the word "Indonesian" here is not the correct one as Indonesia is very diverse. I think the wedding was Javanese in nature... not quite sure. I wanted to ask around but the music was so loud proper conversation wasn't possible.)
Anyway the invite said it was going to be held the next day in Rumah Maroko (Morocco House). By coincidence, the place was featured in that day's Jakarta Globe. Wah. Look very grand hor. Then it hit me - what on earth am I going to wear??? Although I've lost almost all of my pregnancy weight, I'm not back to the shape I was pre-baby and can't quite yet squeeze back into my old dresses. Luckily I'd kept a dress from my fat days (yes I was erm... chubby at one point in my life, so I know how it feels like to be not size 8 and not pregnant) and slipped it on. Loose but wearable. Phew. Moral of the story - forget not thy (fatty bum-bum) roots.
The next day, Madam Not-Quite-Yet-Fit-Back-Into-Old-Clothes Expat went off to get her hair done. I knew everyone would be glammed up for the event and I knew that I hadn't a hope of out-glamming the ladies of Jakarta but I had to look like at least I'd tried. And yes, dear readers, the hairdresser gave me a hairdo that made me look a little like those Jakartan high society Imelda Marcos lookalikes kik-koking in their high heels. I think Jakartan hairdressers only know one style of blow-dry. ;) Connor actually looked doutbfully at me when I arrived home and cuddled him so I knew I must look very different.
It was a 40 minute drive from our house in Kemang to Rumah Maroko in Menteng. The janur told us which street had the wedding party. A janur is an ornament woven out of coconut fronds and is usually placed at the entrance of the street where the wedding ceremony is taking place. I think my syntax is all wrong in that last sentence but I don't know how to fix it. Anyway.... it's just like the bunga manggar we have back home in Malaysia.
Wah. It was impressive - a white dome rising up above the rest of the houses lining the quiet street. We signed the guest book and entered Rumah Maroko. The corridor leads to a large room with a huge chandelier hanging from its ceiling and a trio of musicians playing Moroccan music in the corner. We are ushered through another door and it opens out to a set of steps which lead out to an open air courtyard. There was a buffet line in the courtyard and a live band was accompanying a female vocalist who was singing love songs. I looked up to see the night sky and a solitary cloud and looked downwards towards the guests.
Wah. WAH. W A H.
Look at all that hair, baby! Fuyoh... I bet LOTS of hairspray had been used! Looked like the set of a new game show - Who Wants To Be Imelda Marcos. I'm sure plenty of the attendees were Who's Who in Jakartan high society as our host is a society man but I hadn't the faintest idea who they were. Apparently Indonesian Tattler was there to cover the wedding but no one approached us to pose for photies. I guess they recognise hoi polloi when they see 'em. Maybe I should have asked the hairdresser for more hairspray.
The invite said the reception starts at 7pm but when we left at 9pm, there were people who were just arriving. According to our driver, this is perfectly acceptable in Indonesia. Our host, the groom, greeted us when we arrived and accepted our congratulations and urged us to have a bite to eat. We joined the queue at the buffet and tried a bit of everything. Okay.. I like a lot of things in Indonesia but one thing that has yet to win my heart is the cuisine.
Halfway through the reception, the groom disappeared and then re-appeared minutes later with his beautiful blushing bride (the only woman there beside me without big-big hair but then she had a head covering on) as the emcee announced their entrance. The happy groom then made a speech and we all clapped and cheered.
Then the karaoke started and we decided to leave. We'd brought Connor along, left him with the maid in a quieter part of Rumah Maroko and decided it was time to get him home. So we sought out our host to congratulate him again and said our goodbyes.
This was quite different from our own wedding. We had a traditional Chinese wedding and we spent most of the time sitting at our guest-of-honour table, doing the yamseng rounds and going up on stage for yamseng and cake-cutting. I barely got a bite to eat and never got to talk to any of our guests.
We had a good time and it was really our first night out together alone since Connor was born. Rumah Maroko is open for events such as weddings, birthday parties... perhaps a product launch? You can check out their website at www.morocco-andalucia.com
Anyway the invite said it was going to be held the next day in Rumah Maroko (Morocco House). By coincidence, the place was featured in that day's Jakarta Globe. Wah. Look very grand hor. Then it hit me - what on earth am I going to wear??? Although I've lost almost all of my pregnancy weight, I'm not back to the shape I was pre-baby and can't quite yet squeeze back into my old dresses. Luckily I'd kept a dress from my fat days (yes I was erm... chubby at one point in my life, so I know how it feels like to be not size 8 and not pregnant) and slipped it on. Loose but wearable. Phew. Moral of the story - forget not thy (fatty bum-bum) roots.
The next day, Madam Not-Quite-Yet-Fit-Back-Into-Old-Clothes Expat went off to get her hair done. I knew everyone would be glammed up for the event and I knew that I hadn't a hope of out-glamming the ladies of Jakarta but I had to look like at least I'd tried. And yes, dear readers, the hairdresser gave me a hairdo that made me look a little like those Jakartan high society Imelda Marcos lookalikes kik-koking in their high heels. I think Jakartan hairdressers only know one style of blow-dry. ;) Connor actually looked doutbfully at me when I arrived home and cuddled him so I knew I must look very different.
It was a 40 minute drive from our house in Kemang to Rumah Maroko in Menteng. The janur told us which street had the wedding party. A janur is an ornament woven out of coconut fronds and is usually placed at the entrance of the street where the wedding ceremony is taking place. I think my syntax is all wrong in that last sentence but I don't know how to fix it. Anyway.... it's just like the bunga manggar we have back home in Malaysia.
Wah. It was impressive - a white dome rising up above the rest of the houses lining the quiet street. We signed the guest book and entered Rumah Maroko. The corridor leads to a large room with a huge chandelier hanging from its ceiling and a trio of musicians playing Moroccan music in the corner. We are ushered through another door and it opens out to a set of steps which lead out to an open air courtyard. There was a buffet line in the courtyard and a live band was accompanying a female vocalist who was singing love songs. I looked up to see the night sky and a solitary cloud and looked downwards towards the guests.
Wah. WAH. W A H.
Look at all that hair, baby! Fuyoh... I bet LOTS of hairspray had been used! Looked like the set of a new game show - Who Wants To Be Imelda Marcos. I'm sure plenty of the attendees were Who's Who in Jakartan high society as our host is a society man but I hadn't the faintest idea who they were. Apparently Indonesian Tattler was there to cover the wedding but no one approached us to pose for photies. I guess they recognise hoi polloi when they see 'em. Maybe I should have asked the hairdresser for more hairspray.
The invite said the reception starts at 7pm but when we left at 9pm, there were people who were just arriving. According to our driver, this is perfectly acceptable in Indonesia. Our host, the groom, greeted us when we arrived and accepted our congratulations and urged us to have a bite to eat. We joined the queue at the buffet and tried a bit of everything. Okay.. I like a lot of things in Indonesia but one thing that has yet to win my heart is the cuisine.
Halfway through the reception, the groom disappeared and then re-appeared minutes later with his beautiful blushing bride (the only woman there beside me without big-big hair but then she had a head covering on) as the emcee announced their entrance. The happy groom then made a speech and we all clapped and cheered.
Then the karaoke started and we decided to leave. We'd brought Connor along, left him with the maid in a quieter part of Rumah Maroko and decided it was time to get him home. So we sought out our host to congratulate him again and said our goodbyes.
This was quite different from our own wedding. We had a traditional Chinese wedding and we spent most of the time sitting at our guest-of-honour table, doing the yamseng rounds and going up on stage for yamseng and cake-cutting. I barely got a bite to eat and never got to talk to any of our guests.
We had a good time and it was really our first night out together alone since Connor was born. Rumah Maroko is open for events such as weddings, birthday parties... perhaps a product launch? You can check out their website at www.morocco-andalucia.com
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Grandma was here
We flew my mum over from Malaysia last Sunday. Dear Hubby was going off to Balikpapan for a week and we thought it would be a good idea for mum to come over so that I would have some company. It turned out to be a GREAT idea.
I actually got some time to have proper showers and could wash and dry my hair properly. I could even sneak away to browse a little. I only cooked her dinner on the first night. The rest of the week, it was good ol' Mum's cooking. Yum, yum!
I'm not sure who enjoyed the experience most. Me - who got some time off. Or Mum - who got to spend time with her grandson. Maybe Connor - who found someone willing to carry him 24 hours.
It's uncanny how Connor knew how to exploit the situation to the fullest. I don't walk/rock him to sleep because I don't want to make it a habit. But Grandma, being Grandma, willingly rocked him to sleep the whole week. So Connor would turn to me first for some breastmilk and when he got himself all nice and sleepy, would turn to Grandma since he knew she's that nice lady who would walk round and round the hall with him. I was half-annoyed and half-amused that my son, who now doesn't really like anybody but his parents to carry him, was so quick to size up the situation and work it to his advantage.
I think my mum did have a nice time. She got to enjoy being a little tai-tai while she was here. She even got to enjoy a spa session... it was her birthday present from me brother and me. And I think she absolutely loved showing Connor off and lapped up all the "Lucu banget!" remarks she got.
She and Dad are planning to come over end of this year to stay for a bit but I hope to be back in Malaysia for a visit before that.
Thanks for everything, Mum. :))
I'm not sure who enjoyed the experience most. Me - who got some time off. Or Mum - who got to spend time with her grandson. Maybe Connor - who found someone willing to carry him 24 hours.
It's uncanny how Connor knew how to exploit the situation to the fullest. I don't walk/rock him to sleep because I don't want to make it a habit. But Grandma, being Grandma, willingly rocked him to sleep the whole week. So Connor would turn to me first for some breastmilk and when he got himself all nice and sleepy, would turn to Grandma since he knew she's that nice lady who would walk round and round the hall with him. I was half-annoyed and half-amused that my son, who now doesn't really like anybody but his parents to carry him, was so quick to size up the situation and work it to his advantage.
I think my mum did have a nice time. She got to enjoy being a little tai-tai while she was here. She even got to enjoy a spa session... it was her birthday present from me brother and me. And I think she absolutely loved showing Connor off and lapped up all the "Lucu banget!" remarks she got.
She and Dad are planning to come over end of this year to stay for a bit but I hope to be back in Malaysia for a visit before that.
Thanks for everything, Mum. :))
Connor with Por-por at the main door to our house just before she had to leave for the airport.
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