Happy Birthday Mum!

Bah. Am one hour late, but nevertheless, Happy Birthday Mummy!

Sorry I forgot.

I miss you.

Happy Mother's Day

One thing that my dad did during the last few weeks of my mum's life was to buy her two diary-like books, and asking her if she had any things that she had wanted to say to him and to us (my brother and I), she could write it down in those books. Till now, everytime I think of those books, I feel a sense of regret (and I think my dad feels it more than I do), for they were (nearly) empty. She did not write anything in those books, save for a few lines, in that usually incomprehensible writing of hers (haha), of which one struck me, and has stayed with me ever since. It was along the lines of, "Weakness: must not always think I am right". Its something that has been the source of countless arguments between us down the years (some of which were my fault too), and I know how difficult it must have been for her to admit that, and I cannot imagine how she must have been suffering then, and how strong she was not to utter one word of complaint, and always trying to appear strong and cheerful, and never once did she give up.

Because as much as I regret that you didn't write anything in those books, and that I didn't get a chance to speak to you at the end, I realise that it must have been that much more difficult for you to write there. Because I think that had you done that, you would be to giving up, and I'm sure you never did give up, and I'm glad that you fought till the end.

And on this Mother's Day, I would just like to say how much you're always in my thoughts, and how much I love you, Mummy. Happy Mother's Day.

Face to Face Noodles House

The Star had an article on this restaurant called Face to Face Noodles (sic) House (information retrieved 14/1/08) last Wednesday. With the next day being a public holiday, you'd expect a massive number of people going to the restaurant the next day, and you'd expect the owners of the restaurant to be prepared for that, but however, they didn't seem to be and we had to wait nearly an hour for the food to arrive.

Anyway, this restaurant sells all kinds of Pan Mee, from your original type, to different flavours of Pan Mee. Here they are:






In all honesty, albeit interesting, the Pan Mee there wasn't that spectacular to make me want to go again. Quite ordinary, the best being the original one, and quite small as well. The other flavours just did not go too well with the Pan Mee.

Apart from Pan Mee, they also sell Sarawak Mee, which I think was also better than the Pan Mee.


If I'm not mistaken, this is what Kenny Sia always refers to as 'Kolo Mee' from Sarawak. Its just that they can't call it Kolo Mee here in KL as that name has been taken by another sort of Kolo Mee, thus the moniker, Sarawak Mee. But its a personal favourite of mine. I think its much better than the KL sort of Kolo Mee.

In addition to their traditional sarawak noodles, they also served the same noodles but with dark soya sauce mixed into it. I didn't try that though, but I don't think I would've liked it.

What we did order instead was some fried wontons.


Basic stuff. And also, a drink: Cincau with milk.


That's right. Its not soya bean, but milk. And it was a very interesting twist on the drink as well, one I enjoyed immensely. Couldn't really place what milk it was, but I think it might have been evaporated milk diluted with water. This is good.

So, Pan Mee here, for me, not so good. If I were to eat Pan Mee, I'd just go to the shop in nearby Taman Desa and eat it there instead. Cheaper for a much bigger bowl.


And more condiments as well. :)

Merry Christmas

Had an excellent meal cooked by my aunty yesterday with spaghetti bolognese, salad, a turkey-like chicken, ayamas nuggets and drummets, nachos, mushroom soup, pumpkin soup.


Happy Days.

End of the year

The end of the year is always a poignant time. While its fun and exciting to leave and go back to your family (and your family is always important, no matter how much fun you're having elsewhere), its sad to leave good friends and not see them for 3 months.

Back in early 2005, when I was just going to come over to Melbourne, studying away for the first time in my life, I had to make a decision. A decision between staying at College Square (an apartment), where most of my fellow Malaysian students (whom I did not know yet) were staying, and staying at Ormond College, a residential college of Melbourne University (just like a catered hall) where I knew no one. I did not choose College Square, instead I chose Ormond College. And now, after 3 years, I can proudly declare that I made the right choice.

Although, right now, on hindsight, I can look back and think how much less enriched my life would be had I chosen to stay at College Square, but I'm quite sure that, in an alternate time line, had I chosen to stay at College Square, at this point in time I would also say, "I certainly don't regret making that choice". However, I'm absolutely convinced that choosing Ormond College was the critical difference between 'enjoying my studies in Melbourne' and 'seriously loving my time in Melbourne'.

As much as it feels like a knife into my heart when I say this, I actually enjoy and look forward to leaving KL after the holidays and coming back to Melbourne for the semester. Because I know I'm returning to Ormond College. Where there's friends aplenty to keep you company (that actually rhymed). Where you can sit for one whole hour to a crappy Ormond meal and just chit chat with friends about everything there is to chit chat about and listening to other people rant about their misfortunes then laughing at them, and ranting about your own misfortunes and letting other people laugh at you. And on the days when the food gets really crappy, we'll all just go out and eat and do the same things all over. All very fun.

And we also get to play cards for hours everynight. I'll shoot you with a Bang! I'll play a Missed!

And although I get the same feeling of loss at the end of every year in Ormond, I always try to enjoy the moment, because I know I'll be going back home to my family and spending good quality time there, and then looking forward to the new year in Ormond, where there will be new people coming in, and old people coming back. And I'm always excited to meet new people who are on the same wavelength as the group of us are, and always delighted to welcome new people into our group. So that I can laugh them, and they can laugh at me as well, and there'll be no hard feelings after.

But this year, it'll be different.

Because this year, I'll be one of the last to leave Melbourne amongst my Ormond friends due to my research year being longer than the usual year, as opposed to the last 2 years where my exams usually finish early and I leave first. And leaving last and watching other people leave first for the holidays, one-by-one, is just so different from leaving first, and being back home and knowing that your friends here and having the final eating out dinner of the year without you. And both ways, it hurts.

Because this year, after 3 years, I'll be leaving. Leaving Ormond College to stay at an apartment next year. Leaving all the friends. Leaving the evenings of playing basketball in the college courts. Leaving the nights of card playing, which distracts everyone from their studies for their exams, but not from mine, because I don't have any exams! Leaving everyone that make Ormond College what it is.

But then again, I'm excited. I'm looking forward to moving into the new apartment, which I think just looks awesome. Looking forward to living in a new environment. Looking forward to getting people to the apartment to play cards! Looking forward to coming back to Ormond once in a while.

And I hope that all of us will remember the times in Ormond fondly, and never let it just become a footnote to our lives. Because realistically, some of us just won't see each other that often anymore. Thus, I'll say it now that Ormond is what it is because of all of you guys, and you guys know who you are, and may you all not forget what it was like to be an Ormondian.

And finally, because this year, I just lost my mum to ovarian cancer. And I'll be going home to my family, but with the knowledge that I will not be able to see my mum again.

Ever.

And knowing that I will not be able to share with my mum about how much I'm enjoying my life right now, being surrounded by so many good friends. That I will not be able to tell her how much I'm looking forward to each coming day. That she will not be able to share my joy in telling her how much I appreciate her helping me decide and then supporting my decision to stay at Ormond way back, 3 years ago. That I do not have the chance, and will not ever get the chance, to show her around Melbourne when she comes visiting, to show her around Melbourne, to show her the new apartment.

To show her Ormond College.

But what can I do, apart from doing the best I can with the cards that I've been dealt. I suppose that that's the best anyone can do. No 'what if's.

Enjoy the moment, look forward to tomorrow, cherish the past.

Que sera sera.

I found out that running with proper running shoes gives you a much better 'feel' than running with crappy badminton court shoes. Proper running shoes are just more bouncy. Maybe that's why I've been struggling to run lately.

Anyway, when I was back in KL I went to this Hong Kong style cafe in Mid Valley. Can't remember what it's called but its on the LG floor and it has a green signboard and lots of roast meats hanging on display in the window.

Two of the dishes that we had were both very similar, one with pork, the other with chicken.




And washed down with a cup of milk tea.


I thought the dishes looked absolutely delicate, no?

Hopefully cooking that rice with pork ribs black bean wouldn't be too difficult, seeing that I'm going to move out of college soon, and am going to try my hand at cooking.

Lol.

After much consideration, I felt that this is something that I needed to do.

So here goes.

This is a reflection on the past year, and also a tribute to my mum, who took her final breath on Sunday the 4th of November at 2.15pm, after a year-long struggle with ovarian cancer. Today is one year to the day that she was diagnosed with stage 3b ovarian cancer.

It has been a difficult year for my family, from the moment she was first diagnosed and not telling me as I was still having my exams at the end of last year, then steadily seeing her decline in the way that she did, seeing her suffer, day-to-day, yet, without a single complaint. The first few months, which coincided with me being back for the summer holidays, were, on hindsight, the best months of the lot, when she was still up and about, albeit in constant pain, but since she was at home more often, I was able to spend some good mother-son time with her, time that was very limited before that, as she was always working, and I'm very glad for that.

Going back to Melbourne for semester 5 was in a way, a curse, but also a blessing for me. Being surrounded by friends from uni and from college, I was able to take my mind away from the problem at hand. But not thinking about the problem does not make the problem go away, and the worry was always there, eating away inside me. And it also was difficult for me knowing that I wasn't at home with her as she went through all the suffering.

The midyear break was another chance to spend some time with her, accompanying her to Singapore to see a specialist, accompanying her when she was around the house.

And then I had to leave for my AMS year. And it was then that her condition really deteriorated so much in so short a time. The last few months of the life was spent in the hospital, and apparently she only returned home once every 2 or so weeks, as she was very weak, and very vulnerable to infection.

I did get to return for 2 weeks sometime during the midsemester break, and in hindsight, it was a very good decision, as it was the last time I actually spoke to her. After that, when I was in Melbourne, and was calling back every 2 days or so, I only got to speak a few words with her every time, as she was always tired and talking on the phone was difficult for her as well. I remember the last time that I spoke to her was on Tuesday last week, and I only spoke to her for about 10 seconds, as she had mouth ulcer and couldn't really speak.

It was a journey, of sorts, for me, from the time that my dad smsed me on Friday morning to tell me to book a flight back asap; arriving in KL on Saturday morning; reaching Hospital Selayang slightly after that and seeing her breathing through the oxygen mask, unconscious; my dad making the decision that we would bring her home the day after and letting her rest at home, seeing that we thought that she wasn't going to be able to make it; to her finally taking her last breath on her own bed at home.

It is in this last year that I learnt the importants of small victories in the face of a big disaster, which is a way of helping you cope with dealing with the pain. We all hoped for days that she felt better, and then we would all too feel happier.

Now that she is gone, I would like that she be remembered in our hearts always, for all the good times and also the bad times. How she was a mother, wife, sister, daughter, to everyone of us.

And I would just like to end this with the last words that I said to her on Tuesday.

Take care mummy, I love you.

I surprise myself. When I started this blog at the beginning of this year, I was questioning my commitment to keep going with the blog. What would I write about? I normally don't have much to say. My old blog just petered out because of lack of updates and I was worried that it would happen with this one as well.

And that's why I'm surprised.

I'm past a hundred posts already.

This last week has been the longest I haven't updated since I've started. And that's an achievement. One week without an update is nothing, compared to some of my friends (That sounds like a veiled criticism to me haha).

Anyway, I just got back from a 2 day ski trip at Mt Hotham (OMG!), but until I sort out the pictures I have, I won't mention anymore of that yet.

Until then, you can have some chicken wings as, shall we say, 'alas perut' first.


This is my brother back home in Malaysia with a giant chicken wing somehow floating in front of him. Interesting indeed hehe.


And this is my mum with my brother here.

Before I begin, I wish to give all fans of vegetarian food my heartfelt apologies if I insult the food you like in any way.



Today I had dinner at a vegetarian restaurant. Its my second time having dinner at a vegetarian restaurant, I hated it the first time, which was a couple of years ago. I suppose I'm a meat lover and I can't seem to stand a meal without meat. I don't mean to say I hate vegetables though, I eat more than my share of vegetables, but I especially hate fake meat (read: vegetarian meat). I find it tastes weird and fake. Even my 8 year old cousin said "不像肉的". Kudos to him!

Anyhow, it wasn't surprising to find me, at the end of the meal, standing in front of this:



And 10 minutes after that, this:



Awesome! Burger Ayam Double Special! Three Thumbs Up!

However, my cousin, upon looking at the burger, said 'Eeeeee not nice wan'. :(

Ok fine I admit, it may not look very appealing, but trust me, it tastes absolutely divine. Most especially so after a horrible (sorry vegetarian lovers) vegetarian meal.