Sunday, December 17, 2006

Parents are here

So my parents are visiting from Malaysia.
What that means to you, my dear readers, is probably less updates on the blog, and less swearing, and less talk about sex and violence.
What that means for me, is their wonderful company, home-cooked meals, laundry service and ironed clothes!
Mom sneaked in brought so much stuff that it would have earned her a place on the Food Smugglers' Hall of Fame.
4 packs of curry powder (the ones here suck), 4 cups of kaya (including the ones in the plastic cups!), carton of Indomie Mee Goreng, Maggi, dried mushroons, anchovies, shrimp, coconut candy, Brahim's pastes, Portugese fish curry sauce, sambal sauce, dark soy sauce, ikan bilis paste, chicken stock. Enough booty to last me a year or more. In fact I still have that 2 huge packs of Milo from 2 years ago. Her shining moment was probably when the customs officer suspiciously eyed the kaya container, which had large pictures of chicken eggs on them (poultry products apparently aren't allowed in), and asked her if this contained eggs and what it was. Her answer was a convincing "It's just bread spread". Never argue with a mother.

And that was food alone, not counting my sister's stash of things. Unfortunately, her most precious, a Christmas gift from her boyfriend in Malaysia, was lost in transit. Mom had packed the beautifully wrapped box into her main luggage. But it was gone by the time it got her. Caryn was close to tears when she heard. I spent about 30 mins on the phone, talking to airport info, lost & found, Northwest Airlines info, TSA lost & found. Airlines these days can be so unreliable. But strangely enough though, like the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle, that package reappeared in Mom's bedroom in Malaysia. When we videoconferenced with family in Malaysia and vented about the missing package, my siter-in-law picked up a parcel and showed it on the camera and asked, "You mean this package?"
So much for mom having packed it.

The parents met up for drinks and dinner last night. Kristin's parents and mine, I mean. We all had a wonderful evening. I have to admit, I was initially nervous about mom and dad sharing baby stories, like the time I had a checkerboard seared onto my fat ass when I was 2. Digression: Was in the hospital for a case of gastroenteritis. After cleaning the toilet, they had neglected to wash away the corrosive chemical detergent which then collected in the spaces between the tiles. After pooping, I slipped and fell and suffered severe chemical burns on my tush (in retrospect, this is pretty good lawsuit material against the Seremban Hospital). Because of the pattern of the tiles, the burns I suffered looked like a checkerboard. For years after that, the scars remained and you could use my butt for checkers or chess if you wanted too. My mom would make me show that to their friends whenever they told that story. Thankfully, I didn't have to show my hairy butt to Kristin's parents. And the scars are gone. Though I imagine it'd be a lark to say, Hey Mrs. Olsen, wanna have a game of checkers? Anyway, they got along well, my parents and hers. I suppose that's a great start, for someday we might have to talk about dowries. On that note, I'm not taking anything less than 2 cows, 5 chickens, 4 goats and a dozen eggs. After all, I've been told doctors are high commodities these days. Even ugly ones.

11 Comments:

Blogger nyrac said...

hi there, so your sister's caryn? i came across her blog when i googled for something prevously (can't recall what), and i came across yours yesterday! hehe. such a coincidence. and btw, i share the same name with your sis, and i'm a med stdnt too, but i'm just in my second semester of my first year in ukm m'sia. anyway, enjoy both you and your sister's blog. keep it up!

8:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

(2 cows, 5 chickens, 4 goats and a dozen eggs)hahaha cute

Nothing beats a mother's love, in feeding her children's.

believe it or not, my mom brought some fruits from vietnam into australia... that shows us how our tax payers money's r used for da high security i thought we had.... i couldnt believe my eyes when she took them out of her handbag... da unbelieveable things MOM's do and getting away with it all is just hilarious.. i had to sit her down and tell her da wrongs in it...funny stuff

1:46 AM  
Blogger dobbs said...

What do you mean get dowry? Unless you're Indian, you got to give dowry :P Enjoy your parents visit!

3:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey! U like Indomie Mee Goreng? Me too lah... really think its the BEST in its class!

5:23 AM  
Blogger YeePei said...

WAH! Aunty's really good at this! Must go to her for lessons if I have the opportunity.

Poor Caryn though... and WS's "missing present"

6:42 AM  
Blogger caryn said...

haha.. caryn is fine la.. yea, moms are the best..!!

8:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've got to echo Dobbs' comment, if you're Chinese, you'll pay a bride price for your bride. On the actual wedding day, the bride's family will return a portion of the bride price as a goodwill gesture. I suppose you could deliver some cows and get a nice cut of steak in return.

9:59 AM  
Anonymous Hijackqueen said...

I once smuggle soy sauce. When the custom ask what was that, I just said it's a cough mixture. hahaha... of course I change the bottles la. But your mom dem keng chao. Long live the Queen.

11:03 PM  
Blogger Winn said...

2 packs of nasi lemak, 3 kari pap ,5 pisang goreng etc etc......LOL.

luggage and parcel boxes got lost all the time, probably buying insurance to protect ur belongings is good. wat if, one day ur kaya got lost????????? *thunderstorm*

3:09 PM  
Anonymous Hijackqueen said...

But i thought the sniffing rotweiler is there?

11:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Dong Zhi, Merry X'mas, Happy Boxing Day and a Happy New Year to you, your sweetie and your family!!! :)

1:03 AM  

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