Stories of me and myself

So how was everyone's Chinese New Year? How was the harvest? Heh.

Mine was poor... but partly my fault as well. Why? Because I pon-tang-ed some houses I was supposed to visit. Heh. Now thinking back, maybe the ang baos would have more than made up for the arduous travelling time! Heh. Oh well...

Anyway, I finally visited my nanny. Oh man... how I absolutely love this lady! I always feel so loved whenever I visit her... a haven which she has constructed for me... a nostalgic place filled with love. Heh ok, enough. Anyway, she is one lady who has seen me through my worst tantrums, my first *ahem*, a period when I couldn't speak much Chinese and she could only speak Chinese, the frustrating rush every single morning and the irritably me with insufficient sleep, the picky eater, etc. She survived all of those, and still loves me for who I am!

She still remembers all my little quirky habits! And she never fails to comment on whether I have grown taller, fatter or lost weight, or whether my meat is hard / soft! Hahaha! She always gives me this smile when she sees me, and always has faith in me. And she knows exactly what I love to eat, even though I am unaware at times! Heh.

For example, she fed me a generous portion of black olive vegetable from the can (one of the nostalgic favourites of mine), fermented beancurd, chap chye, steamed fish with fermented soy beans mixed with vinegar and red cut chilli and porridge. She knew that I love it spicy, and even knew that I would finish picking all the beans! (And I had done it unknowingly!)

Amazing!

And as I almost dozed off on the sofa, she commented that in the past, I could never spend more than 10 minutes sitting on that sofa, cos I would automatically doze off horizontally and she would have a hard time waking up to go into the room to sleep! Heh. Now the sofa is a tad bit short for me to lie on! Haha!

And her house has not changed much. I still remember how I loved to sit beside the fridge in the kitchen cos that was the most cooling place, and talk to her as she cooked. Man... I could never resist her cooking! I learnt how to eat all the varieties of vegetables (not vegetation) cos she's a lover of veges. I also first learnt that sesame oil was very fragrant, and I called it "pang1 pang1". Whenever she used it to season meat, I would never fail to take a deep breath of it! And how I was the only "weird" one who would sit there beside her and appreciate the gnawing of braised duck neck and the tearing apart of fish head, etc. All those times when I felt the thrill of picking the glutinous rice from the normal rice during "Dumpling Festival" (haha!)... so that she can make "kee chang" for me.

She can always be counted on. A vivid memory was how she walked all the way to my primary school to pick me up when I was the last one to be picked up and the gate was about to close. And all the times she helped me find a Chinese character from the newspapers when I didn't know how to write it. And I knew she was in fact a very wise woman, who didn't have the opportunity to study. Heh. And she never failed to make it laugh cos she's amusing and she finds me entertaining. Haha!

Alright, enough said. I need to make it a point to visit her more often, and not survive 2 years without seeing her. There was a time when I dreamt of her and knew I was missing her too much.

Oh well, that's my token of appreciation to her on my blog. =)