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Reasons to love Malaysia

I don't even know where to begin.

The last couple of weeks have been crazy - I've never been so stressed, so elated, so touched. Our wedding was absolutely a-ma-zing. The CG bawled. And so did everyone else. Honestly, I've seen people cry less at funerals, or while watching The Notebook. It was fantastic.

We got home this morning, and I'm depressed and homesick for the warmer shores of Oz and the fussing of my parents. But life must go on. Plus I get to stretch this out on the blog for a good few entries, so I'll survive.

Our wedding trip started and ended in Malaysia, where my family are from. If you love food and shopping, Kuala Lumpur is the city for you. Apart from the fact that my awesome grandma, amongst other relatives, lives there, I have so many reasons to love Malaysia.

For starters, you can legitimately have ice cream for breakfast.


You can have roti, prawns, vegetables, tofu, two types of noodles, BBQ chicken wings, and drinks all for £3 - £4 a person on Jalan Alor (a street in the Bukit Bintang area).


There are benches everywhere for you to rest on.


They have no shame with dessert portions at Ben's.








These bad boys are truly spectacular.



Take out comes in bags, and it's considered poor form to eat any less than this in one day:











There are caves and monkeys not 10km north of the city.



And they have the best dim sum ever at the Concorde. EVER.


I couldn't be more jealous that my folks are still there, probably eating right this minute. 

It was so good to spend real time with my family. I cried all the way home.

The final countdown

Sometimes I wonder if I've used the same blog post titles in the past, but I can't be bothered going and checking. Why? Because I'm inherently LAZY. Plus, I don't really rate the past. I'm all about the future, baby.

Yesterday was my last day at LML *sob*. At the moment it feels like I'm just on holiday, but I'm sure the reality will hit me when we're back from Thailand and I'm beavering away in my cold and lonely house. ON MY OWN. 

Anyway, no point getting pre-work-from-home depression.

This is what my life currently consists of:


Lots and lots and lots of lists. On scraps of paper, on my iPad, mobile, notepads...everywhere.

And don't worry, I'm not actually going to print the new and old testaments, just the master document I've created with all the important info for the wedding. It's probably highly inappropriate calling it "the bible" given that there's not an iota of Christian or Jewish content in our wedding, but hey ho.


Spotify. When did I ever stop using it, and why? It's so good. SO GOOD. I'm not only updating my knowledge of current music, but creating playlists appropriate for the holiday week. How's that for efficient?


And more flowers, from work this time. I've been completely spoilt after the last 4 weeks, and will now need to keep fresh flowers in the house at all times to maintain this feeling of being loved and adored.

So this week, our wedding catering hit the skids. Yeah, like less than two weeks before the wedding. And we ended up having to fork out a fair bit more unbudgeted cash. Blergh. I keep trying to tell myself that this will be all worth it in the end, but all I can see is my rapidly diminishing bank balance. I'm silently cursing the CG for not agreeing to go to Vegas. 

But I know it will be worth it. 

Oh, plus we get exciting new things! From my favourite store, no less.





That's where I stopped. Supreme self control came into action. You didn't think I was going to open any presents before the wedding, did you?

Feta and eggplant meatballs

If there's any day of the week I get to spend a little more time in the kitchen, it's Sunday evening. So yesterday morning, generosity flowing through my veins, I ask the CG to choose whatever meat he wants and I will cook something new - thinking he'll leap at the opportunity of a slow cooked hunk of good quality meat. 

What does he choose? Mince.

Ah, bless.

Feta and eggplant meatballs is what he got.

Donna Hay's greek inspired meatballs are super simple. Mix together roast eggplant (aubergine), beef mince, mint, parsley, lemon rind, garlic and feta. Shape into balls, brown in the pan, pop in the oven. 










Not very pretty, but super tasty. Serve up with lemon wedges and tzatziki.


Summer holiday Greek flavours at home - why not? 

Spoilt rotten

As if you needed any further evidence that I am actually a princess, how's this for spoilt:


Yep, flowers for the fourth weekend in a row.

And then there was THIS:


Lizzie sure can bake. I mean, that girl is GOOD. Lemon drizzle heaven. It was the perfect pre-wedding celebration send off for the CG and I, after we spent the afternoon basking in the sun at a BBQ hosted by the gracious U's in their gorgeous sun drenched garden.



Oh and did I mention we're leaving in less than a week?! *squeals with reckless abandon*

And as if that wasn't enough, my beautiful bridesmaid showed up in London with her dress and shoes sorted out. Yep, one week from leaving for our wedding, I got to see my maid in her outfit for our big day for the first time. And she looks just right.

We are SO excited to be going on holiday soon with our friends and family. And yes, I'm losing sleep, running through lists in my head at night and first thing in the morning. But knowing we're running out of time still didn't stop us from heading to the Thames Festival today. Well, I had to really. It's my last weekend as the MM of Galbani, so I had to at least go check out my sampling bus, right?










I've got my fingers and toes crossed that this isn't the end of summer. But if it is...well, at least we made the most of it.