The 4 Hours We Had in KL...

~ 15th April 2017~

It's a one day trip to KL. A morning drive, not a train ride. Usually I'll take the train down and come back following the last train. This one was a car ride. So, what can one do with the 4 hours of leisure time?

We were at Mid Valley Megamall and dived straight for food. Food was at Brotzeit, on Uncle Stanley. Thank you for the wonderful lunch. We picked and shared from the lunch menu and if I hadn't had a heavy breakfast, I would be rolling on the floor after finishing all those small sausages. I would need to have a dozen more sausages to be filled. But I had pancakes, Hokkaido cheesetart and two slices of spongecake for breakfast. When there's nothing to do, I can eat round the clock. 

From Brotzeit, we moved on to dessert at Jamaica Blue somewhere above ground level. Mummy must have her coffee fix. I had my large hot chocolate and chocolate cakes. The amount of chocolate was too heavy that I tried to keep my eyes open. It was terrible when you were so sleepy and you had to keep walking. 

Mummy was on a bread-buying spree. And munched a curry puff. Told ya the sausages could not even fill up 50% of the stomach space. No photos because I was sleepy to the point of being cranky and I wanted to pangsai at the same time. 

Then we crossed over to The Gardens and got ourselves busy with window-shopping. If you don't know what's window shopping, it's just looking through those huge slabs of glass panel. I'm not into shopping but sometimes it feels good to spend money. The guilt will come when you reach home and look at the stuff you have bought and wondered when are you going to wear/use that. 

Robinsons got very nice shoes but not that comfy to walk in. Mummy and I were very particular with comfort for the soles. 

That's all lah... we spent our time eating and walking around aimlessly like ladies of leisure. 

Happy Mother's Day...

It's the day of the year where mothers around the world are celebrated. I searched through for nice Mother's Day quotes, they were nice but not from the bottom of my heart. They were from the bottom of other people's heart to their own mothers. 

My mama and my mummy...

Everyday should be Mother's Day. Do you just bring your mother out to eat on Mother's Day only and then the rest of the 364 days your mother lives on air and sunshine? Then your mother must be a wonder woman. I'm not good with celebrations. I choose to live to the fullest every day. Okay la... today I join the worldwide crowd in this major up-scale commercialized celebration.

My mama *mi madre as widely known in my blog* is everything to me. If anything happens to her, my world will collapse. 

Mi madre is a wonderful cook

but the one who taught me to cook is my hubby. 

Mi madre taught me Maths until I got the highest marks in primary school,

but mi madre has no idea how to do Maths.

Mi madre knows nothing about music.

but mi madre can sing from the grade 8 aural CD when I hear nothing.

Mi madre says shes doesn't know how to crochet,

but she ended up making more stuff than I do.

Mi madre taught me how to do cross-stitch but mi madre has never done cross-stitch before. 

Mi madre did the finishing of my many sewing projects but mi madre has never sewn one piece of clothing before.

Mi madre knows everything,

whether she knows or doesn't know, she must know because she's mi madre~!

Mi madre is mi travel buddy~!

Mi madre is not a vet, 

but mi madre nursed the rabbits when they were sick~! 

In conclusion, mi madre doesn't know anything *according to her*

but mi madre knows everything.

Don't mess with mi madre~!

This is my mummy. Mummy teaches me piano and thank God she didn't vomit blood. 

My mummy is my role real model. 

My mummy is very brave to wear what I sew 

My mummy is a fashionista and upgraded my sewing skill from beginner to professional level

My mummy brings out the hong-soeness in me... 

My mummy is my chatting buddy...

My mummy loves my cooking...

My mummy is supportive in everything that I do...

My mummy is also my everything...

Don't mess with my mummy~!

My mummy can liam from sunrise to sunset and then to the next sunrise...

In conclusion, my mummy is also like mi madre.

This is my 老妈

My 老妈 is good in everything also

My老妈 is like a walking encyclopedia

My 老妈 cooks without recipe books and proper kitchen gadgets

My 老妈 loves to eat sweet stuff...

My 老妈 taught me how to give freely with no strings attached...

I learn many things from my 老妈

老妈 showed me that not all Chinese people are crooked

In conclusion, don't mess with my 老妈

I'm happy like this~!

I LOVE YOU ~!

I LAP CHU~! 

我爱你~!

Penang Cafe Hop #2: Caffeine Chemistry...

This is a must-go for waffle lovers. The waffles are crunchy and our matcha waffles have a scoop of coconut ice-cream tagging along with my favourite bananas~! Those waffles were to die for... *yum yum yum*

Service was quite slow even with a few patrons but the chef put his whole heart into making those waffles. I wouldn't rush him to do it faster. Imagine if he drops the waffles onto the floor or he messed up with the plate deco. I salute to the chef who has such passion. 

We were actually planning to go to Pik Nik but we stumbled upon the menu outside this little cafe. We walked away and then after a few steps, we decided to try out the waffles. Such were the steps of fickle-mindedness but with no regrets. 

Penang Cafe Hop #1: Victorian Garden Tea Room and Cafe...

One drives, while the other navigates. Mummy navigated the driver into small lanes. I dislike places with limited parking lots but we made it~! I'm not as adventurous as mummy in hunting for cafes. 

So... Victorian Garden serves set lunch and the food was not too bad. The meat was sliced paper-thin according to my meat-thickness vocabulary. I will not say much about the pricing because it depends on the location where rental can be quite exorbitant in town area or at pre-war houses turned into cafes. There are other things the owner must pay such as the staff and also bills. 

We won't be going to the same place twice, according to mummy which I agreed unless the food was really delicious. One mouthful will either make me stick to one same place or it will send me home, sending my fingers to deal with the injustice to the stomach. 

Oz Day 7: Walking Along Elizabeth Street...

~12th November 2015~

After having a good meal at Fish 349, we resumed walking. We wanted to walk to Salamanca Square but the wind was making it impossible. We only made it to Elizabeth Mall at the end of the street but Target has pulled the steel door down - closing time already. 

Nothing much to see along the street. Just shops and more shops which we have no interest in. We went back to the our motel and there's no sign of dinner or breakfast for the next day. It rained the whole night and my shoes were all wet. I spent my night drying the shoes using a hair dryer. 

Sleeping on a mattress with heater was not a good idea. It was so hot I turned the heater off in the middle of the night. I was afraid that I would be cooked the next morning. Anyway, we had to wake up early as our driver would be picking us up at 7 in the morning. That's 4am Malaysian time.

Oz Day 7: Why You Should Dine at Fish 349...

~ 12th November 2015~

We were so hungry, we could eat a cow. The drizzle turned into a big shower pouring from the sky. We asked to borrow an umbrella from the reception area. Only one umbrella was available. We started walking uphill and downhill. It was suppose to be a short walk but because of the uphill climb here and there, it became a really long walk. I got a simple map from the receptionist as well.

Finally, we arrived at the restaurant zone. Most of the restaurants were closed as they either served lunch and/or dinner except for Fish 349. There was no one there and being an ignorant tourist, we went in and waited to be served. Orders should be made at the counter but since there was no one there, the waiter served us really well. He recommended all the wonderful dishes on the menu and we just agreed with all his suggestions. 

You're suppose to pay when you order at the counter. I did it the wrong way of placing my orders on the table, finished eating and paid the bill. Ooopppssss sorry. You must be wondering which part of China we came from.... hehehehhe.... we're not from China but my grandparents were from mainland China.... muahahahhaha....

We were famished beyond words. The food was so good not because we were so hungry but because it was just pure delicious~! The taste was perfect in every sense. 

Goodbye... I Miss You...

What's your favourite colour? What's your favourite food? What kinda movie do you like to watch? What are your hobbies? Which part of the world have you traveled to? I know you have not been to South Korea... I miss you...

You know we went on ahead with your plan minus one or two from your rough itinerary. We went for the chai kueh only which we assumed it would be the place you would take us there. Instead of you taking us there, we went with the help of Waze. The chai kueh did not taste as good as the one I've had when I was in Chinatown, Singapore. We ate a whole lot more from the kopitiam -  lemon koay teow th'ng, fish bee hoon, handmade noodles, steamed bun with pork floss and bak kwa. Mama and mummy shared a plate of char koay teow without the char koay teow smell. I don't fancy char koay teow. We've never gone out to a kopitiam together. This should be our first time but the first time never happened as well. I miss you a lot... a lot....

We went to your house. You were still sleeping. I did not shed even a tear. I was quite mad at you... mad at you for not seeking medical assistance when you know your body all too well. I miss you... I will not replace you with anyone. I'll keep other people at arm's length. Friendship can never be measured with time. 

I still have lots of things to talk with you about... like a mountain load of stuff...