Gimme an E, Gimme a V, Gimme an A!

My husband has been away since Sunday on a salmon fishing trip. They headed down south. Eight of them in total this includes my uncle (my dad’s older brother). This only means one thing. I get the bed all to myself! Bwahahahaha.. I’m getting pretty used to it. Unfortunately, I’ll have to share the bed again on Friday. Sigh..

I don’t have new elements to write on. All I can say is… I had kentucky fried chicken for dinner.. and it was finger licking good.

White Fences

It’s always greener on the other side. Friends are envy of me cause they think I have the lifestyle of a tai-tai. If any of my girlfriends were in my shoes they would know that it ain’t true. Who could possibly wanna trade position with me when I am in a country not even with a handful of friends around me?

Yes, I do have a husband who loves me unconditionally..but the times we share together are lesser compared to the times I spend mostly by myself. I am telling you, it’s not an easy phase to overcome at all.

I am trying to open up. Getting to know the people who lives around my area. I wonder at times, am I being a pest in their lives? I guess all I wanted was to seek some comfort and a sense of belonging.

Memories of mine often do flashbacks.. “Topic: The importance of having friends”. Friends who took care of me, wild nights that gave hangovers, chit chats during coffee breaks, shopping spree during sale, vacation vacation vacation, fine dining once a week and laughter that was never ending.

It’s different now. All I’m grasping on to are just memories from the corners of my mind…

the cook

I’m happy to admit that I’ve turned into a B+ class cook. Well, this doesn’t require any certs. In other words, a qualified home chef. I take over the kitchen only when I feel like it. Solely cooking, no cleaning up after. I’ve done some of the great creations of local specialties.. such as curry laksa (grade A++), claypot lou shi fun (grade A+), portuguese grilled fish (grade A), Char Siu (grade B), cakes (baking is not in my list yet), dumplings (grade A), lam yee spare ribs (grade A), milkshakes (grade A+++++ over the top) and more to come.

Too bad I can’t prove it to you guys, cause I didn’t take any pictures.. all of the dishes ended up in Wesley’s tummy even quicker than he catches his own breath. Oh, I’ve also been passing around my cooking to my neighbors. (Devastating.. I am what I call myself a desperate housewife.. soon to be).

I’ve googled heaps of Asian recipes that I am very very keen on making. I intend to experiment till it pass my own petty picky taste buds. Needless to say I am also a qualified food critic. I will not blurt that the dish is devouring unless.. I know in my heart it just keeps me wanting more.

I am glad I have things to do, not much but better than nothing.

P/s: my mom is so mean, whenever I tell her that I’ve accomplished a new dish wanting her to be proud of me.. this is what she said, “You sure anot u can cook? u can tipu aussies but u think u can tipu m’sians ah? Aiya, I think your husband didn’t want to ruin your enthusiasm that’s why he reluctantly says its tasty everytime lor.”

Darn that woman! I shall prove u wrong when u are here for your holiday!

Sh1t

Won’t deny that I often feel like shit. Today is one of the days. Shit seems to be following, tailing or even worship me in some sense. Like a deadly parasite leaking, crawling and spreading. It doesn’t just stink. It causes my emotional imbalance to rise. It makes me cry for no apparent reason and it makes me collapse having absolutely no reason to live.

So why am I still here?

To eat, smell, taste and suffer the consequences of having a shitty life.

A Hag by 26

Been up and down a roller coaster. Yet time stood still.
If none of you have known, I am still holding a Bridging Visa. It’s a cross between applying for a spouse visa during your tourist visa (not allowed to work) and getting a temporary permanent residence. My officer in the Aus immigration has been expecting my final document to submit in (it’s my police clearance) since Jan 22nd. Though my stepmom screwed up in getting my police clearance (she gave me false hopes from telling me -It will be done after cny to after F1 to after the elections till a few days ago she said,”BN lost the election, I lost my contacts and I can’t do it”).. I became speechless. Good thing is, my mom is gonna speed things up for me. She made a few phone calls and found out that she can get my paper within a day. All I need to do is to go to M’sian Embassy, meet with the high consul and get his signature. Which I did on last Tues. I also helped my father-in-law with his paperworks. I’ve already posted the documents to my mom which she should be receiving by Mon to hand over to Wisma Putra. *Eva sighed in relief*

Though we’ve moved all our things from a bachelor’s pet near the city to a slightly nicer place far up north that doesn’t have public transport convenience nor any petrol stations nearby.. I in person have not done anything differently other than my everyday routine. Sad to express this but I have been locked up in a cage (I’m implying my house) for six months now. I rely solely on my husband to take me out. That’s only on his non-working day (mon and sun). Even a short trip to the chinese shop would make me happy.

I have been doing shoppings ..No, not the malls here sucks. Most products are from china and they charge a bomb! As I was saying, I shop online. My laptop is my bestfriend. My 15″ white Toshiba feeds me with daily gossips, songs from billboard.com and things I need to furnish the house. I’ve ordered two black chandeliers from Melbourne, two rugs from Sydney, astonishing oil paintings directly from China and two ridiculously gorgeous waterfall basin taps which I bought impulsively and not knowing what to do with it. All I need for now is a water feature. Still hunting.

The house still looks kinda empty to me, except for the mess I make. We’re slowly converting the garden. We planned to remove all the horrible looking plants (currently, the front lawn looks like a padi field, weird looking grass that has a scientific name planted everywhere. it’s sharp,pokes and looks cheap. I have no idea what the man who built this house was thinking.) and turn it into a zen-like place. Over the weekend, we dug out a small area in the entrance, planted a medium sized white frangipani and a few cute looking mondo grass and placed my sitting buddha that’s approximately 76cm (height) -70cm (width) by it’s side. We also decorated white riverstones around to cover the soil. It looks like a big improvement to me. Soon, the front will look attractive when it’s all covered with white riverstones. I’m dead sure it will brighten the whole area. It’s gonna be soo chic!

I miss home. I’ve never been away this long.. it feels funny.

Preps

When you have worn a couture piece from Vera Wang with a matching pair of 4″ Chanel heels for your wedding.. you will come to realize that you only wear it once so..during the course of selection, we tend to want things as whimsical as possible. Now that it’s been a few month’s gone.. I didn’t really understand why did we spend a hefty amount on dresses with complimenting shoes? I had four gowns for my wedding, pardon me. The ivory gown with hand-made flowers all over is now vacuum-packed while my uncomfortable ala Cinderella shoes in it’s respectful cloth bag inside the black box.

We’ve done the final inspection of our new pad a couple of days ago and everything seems to be working out fine. I didn’t know till that day that we have a few olive trees, magnolia and soon to come frangipani. Today will be the main day for us to shift Kuan Yin over and to bless the house. The truck will be loading the rest of the main stuffs this weekend (the heavy ones).

I still haven’t truly decided on which lounge sofa (for the theatre room) to buy since I am in charge of it. I have been contemplating on a few. The one that I love the most happens to be in Melbourne. I don’t feel like wasting money of transporting it to Perth. *shrugs* Hence, I have to settle for second best. Hate it when I can’t get what I want some times.

On my birthday.. that’s passed.. We went to collect my munchkins (doggies). I am proud to say, I am a mother of two. Boy names Chewy and girl named Baileys. I need to get a playpen to cage them from running around the new place. My fear is clear.. I don’t wanna be stepping on pee and poo unconsciously. Although now, they are pretty much trained to do their business on newspapers.. Yet often as well they do enjoy doing it away from where it should be. I am a lil’ lazy to attach their pics, I have uploaded most of their current ones in facebook.. but I must they are as cute as hell.

Chinese New Year

Where I am now.. There weren’t any firecrackers or special tv programs viewing Hong Kong channels on this festive season. It’s pretty much the same as every other day or aka “dead”. It’s definitely not a public holiday here in Australia.

We made our own yee sang..bought a pre-packed one from chinatown..many things were missing inside the box. So, we shredded our own carrots and cucumber, added a packet of seasoned jelly fish and thick slices of salmon..muahahahahah =)

It’s my first year of giving red packets. I must say my husband was very generous. Minimum 20 dollars (that’s RM60)??? Maybe cause there are only a hand full of kids that he knows. Gee, in KL the minimum was RM2! Talk about standards..*sigh*

If I do go back to KL next year.. I did promise the kids (my young cousins) that I will be giving them aussie dollars for their ang pows. *gulp*

A Difference

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

-George Carlin-

In My Place

We’ve come to a conclusion.. We’ve decided to buy the house. I couldn’t resist. It feels homey to me. Nice master bedroom that comes with a little walk in wardrobe and a spacious ensuite bath… aside from that it also has a large open plan living area symmetrically built featuring high ceilings from the centre of the house way out to the alfresco area, home theatre lounge, chef’s kitchen and it’s an ala-ala glass house? Good thing is that this house has plenty of room for storage. =)

Aveley is a new suburb in Perth and it’s 22km from the city. Currently building it’s own parks, schools, shopping malls, facilities and bla bla bla. God knows how long it’s gonna take. Anyhow, I have reasons to believe this is a great investment.

We should be getting the keys pretty soon. We will be moving in hopefully by end of next month. What I need then is a car with GPS as my new bestfriend once I start working.

I am sublimely happy.

House Hunting

Yesterday, we placed an offer for a house. The owner accepted our price offer. They were rushing us to get the paper works done in less than 2weeks instead of 21 days from the finance department. I have a feeling that the owner was desperate to sell.

Due with the current share market crash.. Everyone is putting things on hold. News on the television has warned home buyers not to buy any properties at this period of time. They have reasons to believe that the prices will depreciate much more. This isn’t a joke.

As much as I love this house..Wes and I felt some bad hunches. Is this property really worth that much as what we offered? Man, I’m sure the owner is making at least 80% top of what the value of the land and construction cost. We have decided to decline our offer. Reason being, as an investor.. we might make a big loss investing if the market is going straight down to hell.

Well, if it’s really meant to be.. If this crib is still available in the market in the next 2-3 weeks.. I wanna counteroffer at a lower price. If it’s gone before then.. too bad.. I have no idea who’s lost is it. Damn…