Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Kuching 10 bulan!

Nadirah is 10 month young already?!
Uwa. How fast time flies eh. Mummy seriously cannot catch up with the speed anymore . Fly fly fly. Then come happy gugugaga Friday and next tup tap the depressing Monday morning starts again. The cycle begins and after 4 times, nadirah grows older by another month!
Anyway, where were we last weekend? KUCHING! yeah, you heard me. Meowwww! We went to Kuching last weekend, went on Saturday morning and came back on Sunday. 2 days 1 night trip. Haha. How kewl is that? Yes and No. Not so kewl coz Penat mak enonnnn! BUT BUT BUT we enjoy the short gateway tremendously!
My sister and hubby are residing there so we stayed at their place for the night. Arrived in Kuching Airport around 10am and Aunty Nen, Uncle Yasir and Aisyah were already there waiting for us. We came in a HUGE group of 6 - Mummy, Abi, Opah, Maryam Nadirah, Maryam Harmoni and Mama Pikok. Alhamdulillah Mummy and Abi didn't have to pay for Maryam Harmony and Mama Pikok. Mummy sorok both of them in large handbag and they were quite troughout the journey. Oh yah, it was Nadirah first journey on a plane! Hiphip Hurrey! She's soo like Mummy, attention-seeker-bebeh. Bising btol dalam flight buat bunyi AAaaaaAAaa..AaaaAAAaaaa..AaaaAAAaaaaa. Alhamdulillah tak nangis and the journey just took about 1hour and 40minutes.
Ok, then we straight away serbu rumah Imah and ate our breakfast. Then we went to Pasar Sarikin/Serikin. Wowweh. It's situated at the Border between Sarawak and Kalimantan. We spent almost 3 hours there + journey to and fro around 2 hours plus plus so total time spent for the trip = close to 7 hours! Mmg sampai kuchingg all of us were flat. We had our dinner at Aunty Nen's house sedap giler maid tu masak seafooodd, menjilat jari kaki. Nadirah ratah ikan terubuk goreng macam orang tuwe and I have to stop her from eating after her long eat-ton marathon! Fresh terubuk, not masin. Mmg sedappppp. Ikan terubuk goreng 4 ekor besar mcm Giant. Cicah air kicap cili padi. Siakap asam pedas. Udang sweet sour. Sambal tempoyak. Ulam. Air ribena. Nenas. ^_^
We lepak there till magrib. Mandi2, refresh ourself and then balik rumah Imah. by 8pm we called it a day already.
Sunday morning, we were still tired and lepak at home till Zohor. Mind you Zohor in Kuching is one hour earlier than us so around 12 plus, zohor dah. After Zohor we went to Dayang Salhah kek lapis shop and borong RM200 worth of kek lapis. Opah la borong banyak. Dapat satu kek free. Hehe. Then had our lunch at ChilliPeppers @ Rubber Road, sponsored by Uncle Yasir and Aunty Nen. TQ so much! Moga murah rezeki selalu! Oh yah, it's Imah's birthday anyway! Happy birthday MakYang dari Nadirah tersayang. :-) Then borong ikan terubuk and finally our final pit-stop is Waterfront and borong some sourveniers.
A brief tour to Kuching but definitely we'll be coming back! So many places to see and so many exciting eating places that we missed, so Kuching: Version Revisited is now park in our diary next year, insya-Allah. A lay back, clean, relaxing city. Great place indeed!
Last but not least, Happy 10th month birthday si sayang comel Mummy! Mummy Abi love you so much!
Friday, November 13, 2009
The snuggMT and I
These days it seems impossible to leave the house without my snugg MT. Especially when I have four, I repeat F-O-U-R bags to carry at the same time when I rush to work every morning. 2 nadirah's and 2 mine. Like Mummy like daughter la. :-)
We have 3 baby carriers; 2 pouches and 1 MT. I'm hoping to try other types of slings, if money in the bank permits ;-)
Abi balik cepat! It's friday..la..la..la..
:-)
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Mommy vs. Mummy
I realise in my last blog The Maniac phoned me up and said, ‘Mum, can you come and get me.’
He didn’t actually say that. What he, in fact, said was: ‘Mom, can you come and get me.’
I am still trying to get over the fact that all of my children call me Mom in thick American accents. I don’t want to be Mom. I want to be Mummy.
They say yo-ghurt instead of yog-urt, bath instead of barth, and tomaytoe instead of…well, you get the picture.
But here’s what’s really worrying. I am so used to it that when I go back to London and listen to the children of my friends, I am mesmerised by the perfect English accents coming out of these small people.
‘They’re so adorable!’ I will literally clap my hands in delight. ‘Say something else! Go on! Anything!’
And yet, if you watch any of my videos on YouTube (also, I think under the press page here), you will see that even after eight years here, I sound as English as can be.
My only change is when people ask me where I live, I say Connecticut with an American accent. It’s just easier than clipping the T’s. But at least I never said it the way my 99-year-old Grandmother says it, bless her: Connect-icut. Pronouncing the not-so-silent ‘c’.
Surely being called Mummy once in a while isn’t too much to ask?
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