Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Monday, December 13, 2010

Getting High

Remember Cameron Highlands? When was the last time you went up? The last time I went, my age could be counted in single digits, and I was wearing clothes from Kiki Lala. So the parental unit decided it's time to go again since my brother has never been up there, that poor untravelled soul.

So we woke up at the ungodly hour of 6 in the frickin MORNING.
 Look at that sky. The last time I saw it that colour, I was an Upper Sixer o.O God, I feel positively ancient. Has it really been THREE years?

 Look at that gorgeous sky! Watching the sun rise is awesome.

 We stopped by the small town of Bidor to eat the famous duck noodles.

 Not sure if the dim sum is famous too, but heck we were hungry! Makan only!

 The duck noodles - wantan mee-type noodles and duck in herbal soup. Not bad! My mum was grumpy over the lack of veggie though. "Wah, not even one leaf?!"

It's duck noodles, not veggie noodles, mum... But I got her point.

 The sun was shining, the sky was blue, 

 ... the telephone pole was straight and majestic.
This was supposed to be a shot of the hills. It turned out to be a shot of a pole, with some hills at the back.
The worst thing is: I took three attempts, AND ALL THREE HAVE A POLE SMACK IN THE CENTRE OF THE PICTURE! wtf. I gave up after that. This is the nicest pole picture. Enjoy. =(

 We made a detour to check out this waterfall! Lots of people merrily splashing around, but not being the most nature-loving people, we stayed dry and took pictures instead.

 Daddy, Mummy, Ah Boy and me! Our ONLY all-in-one picture.

A windy ride later (windows down, woohoo!), we arrived at our hotel, Bala's Holiday Chalet.
 As you can see, it is absolutely quaint and full of English charm! The name is a little incongruous in the rustic Tudor-cottage-esque surroundings, but Bala's is a simply gorgeous hotel.

 Super awesome for photo ops!



 We got a suite, which is SUPER CUTE! Look at it! It's in a terraced row of cottages! The one we got is for four people, so it has two queen-sized beds, one on the ground floor, another in the loft above. Some suites are for two, so the loft is a charming little sitting room with a sofa. This row of suites is above the main building (where there are other suites and rooms as well)), and is accessible by a pretty steep flight of stairs. Not good for older people, and HORRIBLE if you've got tonnes of luggage. No worries, the other suites and rooms are pretty accessible!

 But these suites are awesome.

 Daddy playing 'Lord of the Manor' in the cozy wing chair.

 The loft upstairs is right under the roof! The floor is wooden, and if you sit downstairs and listen to people walk around upstairs, it sounds like a herd of elephants stampeding around. A bit heart-stopping, to be honest!

 The dining area in the main building, all decked out for Christmas. The fireplace is lit at night! Talk about atmosphere.

 Prowling the grounds, I came across this sign. Bearing in mind the building used to be a boarding school for the children of the English people posted here, I wonder who Fredy is and where he is now.

After a rainy, ass-freezing night (I was smart enough to pack a long-sleeved t-shirt, but apparently my smartness stops there because I packed SHORTS bloody hell) spent curled up in a ball under the cozy blankets half-afraid to move cos to stick a limb out of my warm nest was to get immediate frostbite, we woke up bright and early to have breakfast in the Boh tea plantation.

We thought "Ah, what can be better than sipping hot tea and nibbling on scones, overlooking the lush green splendour of a plantation?"

You see, the problem was: to get to the hot tea, scones and panoramic view, first we had to climb UP.
In the misty, windy cold.
On empty tanks.
 You see the glass structure on top of the hill? That's the cafe.

 Unfazed, the parents set off.

Thank goodness, the slightly slippery dirt path soon made way for proper steps.
 Unfortunately, the steps later gave way to
 TREE ROOTS.

TREE ROOTS, I ask you.

 Shivering, hungry May Lee, wrapped in a scarf and pashmina and yet still feeling a chill, was NOT amused.

 Once we got to the top, though, we were like "Waaaaaahhhhhhh"
It's really pretty! The glass walls ensure green as far as the eye can see.

 Beautiful.

After stuffing our faces with scones, pies, cakes and cups of hot HOT tea, we thawed out enough to take pictures! Well, I thawed out. My dad and brother were being all manly and "Pffft. What cold? Like this also cold? Cheh! What la you. Not TOUGH."
Whatever, guys. I know you were sekkretly shivering.

Pictures!

 THIS, my dear readers, is a brass rolling table thingy.

 And THIS is the machine in which the brass roller thing.. well.. rolls. The tea. To make it.. uh.. squashed.
Sorry, I suck. =(
Oooh I do know ONE thing! It's positively ancient - it was new in the 30's - but they still use it to produce tea! Wtf right? After all this time, they still haven't come up with more techy machines to produce tea? Where is the touchscreen LCD screen? Where are the streamlined chrome bits? I bet it doesn't even have a 128 kb memory stick! 

The HORROR.


 Found a scenic route down that didn't have tree roots as steps!
It's actually a road for taxis and stuff. Since there weren't many taxis, we were totally strolling down the middle of the road. And taking pictures!

And what is Camerons without flowers, right? I took LOTS of pictures of flowers, but I figured I wouldn't spam this post with boring botanical pictures. So here are a couple, instead.


 These trumpet flowers are EVERYWHERE. Like seriously.

Well I guess this is it. We didn't go to any strawberry farms, although we did snigger at some signs that said "SELF-PLUCKING STRAWBERRY FARM". I guess we prefer our strawberries on dishes, with melted chocolate, ala Vanilla Place in Empire.


P/S: The lady boss owner of Bala's is really quite rude. Note to all service industry people, do try not to speak in a language your guests do not understand. It's awkward to be halfway talking to you, and then you turn away to shout in Tamil at some person across the hall. And also, don't EVER call me "Hallo", as in "Excuse, excuse! Hallo! The dining room isn't open yet!".

Ever.

=)

Friday, September 3, 2010

My Heroine Doesn't Wear Her Undies On The Outside

This is my mummy.

My mummy is a cancer fighter.
She learned she had cancer 10 years ago, when I was about 12 and my brother 2. My dad was working in Australia, and this incredibly strong woman took care of two children, held down the fort, AND underwent radiation treatment for her nasopharngeal carcinoma (nose cancer, in layman terms).

At 12, I had no idea how hard my mother struggled to keep her suffering to herself. At 22, I have a small inkling, enough to know that my mother is a stronger person than I can ever hope to be. 'Backbone of steel' is somehow a weird image to use on my diminutive, fussy, cuddly, chatterbox of a mum, but under all the layers of 'Mum' there is a stainless steel rod of a spine that refuses to bow to anything as inconsequential as cancer.

She woke me up this morning with "Dr. Pang said the cancer markers show that it's back."
'It' being that effing cancer.
I went numb.
She cried on my shoulder and I had no tears to cry. 
And anyway, what's the point of being the shoulder people cry on when you yourself are looking for someone on whose shoulders you can weep?
I only cried later when I called LoverBoy up to cancel our lunch plans for today because I will be going with my mum to collect the test results. Have I mentioned LB is a good listener? And an awesome shoulder for doing teary emo things on. All he had to say was 'I love you', and I started bawling worse than my mum (again, stronger person than I can ever hope to be).

My mummy and her friends at last-last year's Cancer Walk for Life relay event at the Bukit Jalil Sports Stadium (or something or other). Orange tshirts signify cancer survivors, white is for supporters. 

The lantern I made!
Everybody made one with a message or a picture, and we arranged it all around the track. It was really pretty, not to mention meaningful as heck.

And the message still stands. 
Mummy, if cancer has come back to mess with us, we're gonna frickin' kick its butt! Together! You won't have to struggle alone like you did last time; all of us are around now, and I'm only a phone call and a KTM away. Nobody should have to fight alone, and you wouldn't ever have to again.

And if there's anything I learned in this past decade, it's that life is only as awesome as you make it.
Therefore, I'm going to go for my Form 6 barbeque tonight, and effing enjoy myself (was thinking of skipping to sit at home and be sad). Because who knows what tomorrow brings?

P/S: Cancer, my mum and I are gonna make you wish you never decided to spread mutated cells in people's bodies, you fucker.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Happy Birthday, Sibling Mine

We had a little cake-cutting thing for my brother - nothing large scale because it was a weekday. And because it was a weekday, this is what he was doing while we were being all excited:

Sigh. Chinese school. Need I say more?

Nevertheless, we were excited! So we decided to take a pic of his present haul - all from his female fan- *cough* I mean, FRIENDS.

"Wait ar....... Let me arrange nicely firstttt"

"Aiyo Daddy! No need la!"

"NEED!"

"...Oh..kay, OCD Dad."

The result:

Okay, okay.. Daddy, you is done goods job.

The birthday feast: GREEN TEA CAKE AND GREEN TEA!

Talk about matching food to drink. Red wine and red meat? White wine and poultry? Pfft. GREEN TEA and GREEN TEA CAKE for the win!

"So what if you're doing homework? I want to take a picture with you!"

"Hey look! I'm twelve and it's my birthday!"

"Are you taking my picture? Can't you see I'm busy??"

"Okay, okay, fiine.. I'll take a picture with you. JUST ONE!"

FAMILY PHOTOOO!

As you can see, by that time he had already given up on any further attempts to do homework. THAT'S RIGHT, bow to familial pressure! muahaHAHAHA.

Us with my Akor (dad's sister). Birthday Boy's glazed smile hints at a pathetic tale - one in which he was forced against his will to repeatedly smile for pictures. Poor little tyke.

"CAN I PLEASE STOP SMILING NOW?"

Okay fine, take a pic of me instead!

No, I'm not taking a crap. This is my 'taking photos of people across the dining table' stance. My dad wanted to catch me in action, but since he had to actually relieve me of the camera in order to take my pic, I had time to NOT look like I was answering the call of nature on the wrong seat.

Camwhore shot!
Damn, this photog is good.

Oh, the song-singing and cake-cutting part is in a video that refuses to be edited (ask Procrastination, my favourite frenemy, why). So, this post ends here. Anyway, you don't want to hear me bellowing 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUU' at top volume, do you?