Am Now At Home, Just Back From Home

Yes...I am back from a long awaited holiday in Malaysia. Too many things to write about but will try to sum it off with these pics I have below.

The first few days in Malaysia were so dreary and wet that Mr S commented that 'no wonder our bags were so heavy - we carried all the rain and dark clouds all the way from London back to Malaysia!'

But the weather turned 'normal' after a few days.

We spent our time mostly in Seremban and Melaka and got to spend some time in KL too. Spent Raya Haji in both Seremban and Melaka, as usual. The kids were delighted to celebrate raya in Malaysia.


Here's a picture of the kids with their Atuk and Uwan in Seremban.



Went to the beach - as promised to the children.



Went to the pool a few times too.





The kids got a few days to play with their cousins who came back to Melaka for Raya too.

Saw the long awaited movie The Golden Compass at the cinema.

Ate most of the things that I dreamt of eating whilst we were back in London.

Got to spend some time alone with Mr S (a luxury!) while the kids spent some quality time with their grandparents.

Spent some time with my very good friends - went for a karaoke session no less!

Ate satay kajang.

Visited the compulsory aunts and uncles.

And the list goes on..(but I'm afraid not long enough!).

The 3 1/2 weeks in Malaysia were definitely too short especially for the kids. Little H was nearly crying(!!) in the shuttle which took us to the Departure Lounges at KLIA, saying "Now I really, really miss everyone..!"

Had to comfort him with a really big hug - poor Little H!

Big H said he wished London is Malaysia.

Sigh.

But our rezeki at the moment is here, so had to do my best to try and comfort them. God knows it was hard for me too, to leave my loved ones behind.

It was indeed a wonderful, wonderful time we had in Malaysia, especially, I think, for the kids who are always a little bit lonely here in London without too many friends and family.

As we rode in the black cab from Heathrow through the city of London which was still quiet in the early morning hours on the last day of 2007, heading back to the place we call home in the East of London, Mr S suddenly sighed and said, "bosan..."

And I understood his feelings completely as I feel the same way too. It's boring and dull here so far away from one's parents, family and friends. And it's winter now - the worst season of all (in my opinion) for people like us who hail from the wonderfully hot and tropical countries of the world - when 3pm is already so dark and gloomy that you can't help to have the weather reflected in your moods too.

Still. STILL. It is good to be home now - to be able to sleep on my own bed and to watch my own TV, and to cook in my own kitchen.

But only, if only home is somewhere else...