Wednesday, 12 January 2011

Out and about town with Mum and Dad (11th - 12th January 2011)

Jono and I caught up with my folks for dinner on Tuesday night – the official ‘meet the dad’ dinner. Normally, I would be anxious about the meet but since Jono and Dad had bumped into each other and chatted briefly on Sunday (they got along alright and Dad seemed to like him), the dinner was more an opportunity to get to know each other better.

Mum and Dad popped over to my office around 5.45pm for Dad to check out my workplace. Like Mum when she first came here, Dad too was snapping away on his camera of us at my work desk. “One more,” said Dad and I rolled my eyes then smiled for the camera (we’re like typical Asian tourists!).


Me and Mum (she's part way through opening her Christmas present from the Woolleys)

Me and Dad

Dad - enough photos already!!

About 6pm, we headed over to Monsoon Poon to meet Jono for dinner. The place was bustling with people (on a Tuesday!) but we managed to get a table without prior booking (Monsoon Poon doesn’t take bookings anyway). Hmm, what should I have for dinner tonight…maybe the Nasi Goreng…“I’m getting the Firecracker Chicken,” announced Jono and we explained to Dad that it was the spiciest dish on the menu (chicken rubbed in Malay chilli paste and wok fried) to which he asked “Really? Jono can handle spicy food??!”. Oh yeah, he can handle spicy food alright, way better than I can – I’ve no idea how that tummy of his copes! We each selected a main dish and had a side serving of Asian greens to share. The food at the restaurant has been consistently good every time I’ve been here and tonight was no exception. Even the Malaysians (my folks, that is) agreed that the food was delicious. Great, I’m glad they liked our pick of restaurant!

“Oh my god, this is SO spicy!” I cried, after taking a small sample of the Firecracker Chicken. At first taste, you wouldn’t feel the heat but give it 30 seconds or so and a slow burning sensation fills the insides of your mouth. How does one even enjoy the dish when you lose all tongue sensation?! Mum and Dad also tried a little and both agreed it was indeed spicy, even for them (Dad was the king of eating spicy food before he was told by his doctor that it was the cause of his ulcers – no more spicy food for him). Jono didn’t even break a sweat, just topping up his glass of water and the blowing his nose now and again. “Wow Angel, you’re lucky,” said Dad, impressed with Jono’s ability to handle spicy food. Seriously Dad, you should be telling me I’m lucky because I’ve got a boyfriend that is smart, loving, sweet, good-looking, kind etc. (the list goes on and on… :P), not telling me I’m lucky just because he can match your former spice level!

We chatted and laughed throughout dinner, including my parents bringing up embarrassing childhood stories of mine such as my liking for squirrel brain and fish eyes. Hah, fortunately I’ve already told Jono about it so my parents had no chance to see me turn scarlet in front of him. Look, I was young then and I have no idea why I enjoyed such ‘delicacies’ but wouldn’t even think of having them today. Squirrel brain? Fish eyes? Eee…

Cost $112 for dinner tonight and there were still leftovers packed in cute Chinese noodle boxes to take home.


Dad, Jono and Mum outside Monsoon Poon

Monsoon Poon Menu, Reviews, Photos, Location and Info - Zomato



We continued on our chit-chats over tea and biscuits at our place before I sent the old folks home around 9pm. Personally, I thought the evening went very well and Jono’s definitely scored extra points with Dad after showcasing his spice abilities haha! But most importantly, Dad likes Jono – it means a lot to me that my family likes the man I love :) Did I mention that Jono’s the first bf my Dad’s ever met in person? Surprising that Dad didn’t give Jono a hard time as from memory, he used to do that to my guy friends just to mess with them (jokingly, of course).

On Wednesday afternoon, I picked up my parents and brought them to Porirua as Mum wanted to drop in at Barnados Early Learning Centre in Cannons Creek to make some enquiries to volunteer with them. Dad finally plucked up the courage to drive my car (I gave them the spare key so they could use it while Dad’s visiting but they haven’t driven it since he arrived) and I guided him from Newtown all the way to Porirua. Frankly, I don’t think I was ready for Dad driving on Kiwi roads. Sitting in the front passenger seat, it was as if we’ve switched roles and I was my Dad when I first drove his car, constantly telling the driver what they should and shouldn’t be doing. Dad may be an experienced driver but there were moments where the Malaysian driver was apparent, switching lanes and entering and exiting a roundabout without indicating. Freaks me out because that puts us all at risk! I think I should have the wheel back for now…

We arrived at the centre around 3.30pm and Mum and Dad went in to speak to the staff there while I stayed in the car and waited for them. I was about to check my emails on my phone when someone started rapping at my window and sticking their little hands into the car through the gap I’ve left on the window. “Are you a mother?” asked the Maori girl who was probably 7-8 years of age and a younger boy standing next to her, copying what the girl said and smiling at me. Ah, kids, I thought, and told them no, to which I was taken aback when the next line that came out from the girl’s mouth was “Give me your money”. Excuse me? She went on saying that she needs to count my money and I should give it to her or some guy will come beat me up. I laughed and when I told her I didn’t have any money, she proceeded to reach in to grab me (thank god the gap was only enough for half the length of her arms to go through) and when that didn’t work, went straight for the door handle to attempt to open the door, all the while shouting “Open up! Give me your money! Open up NOW!”. I had to lock the whole car as the little boy copied her moves and tried to open the back door! Can you believe that I’ve locked myself in my car in fear of 2 little threatening thugs? The whole saga lasted about 15 minutes until my folks returned to the car, with the girl flitting between being a nice girl (singing me a pop song, asking me questions about me) and threatening me, asking me for money. Unbelievable!

“Do you want to wait in the car?” asked my folks when we stopped at Whitireia to enquire about courses for Mum. NO WAY! I’m coming down with you guys – I don’t want to be harassed by little s&*ts again! I still can’t believe what happened to me!!

Gee, getting around Porirua is like finding my way out of a forest! Without an exact address, it was hard for me to figure out where to go! As it was still early for dinner, we managed to work out way to North City Shopping Centre where we had coffee and chatted some more.


Me and Mum waiting for our coffees

Just me and Dad :)



Shops started to close and around 5.30pm, we headed back to Wellington. I had planned to take them to Cha but it was closed for renovations so we ended up at Satay Kampong on Allen St for dinner. Dad was saying that he had been eating too much in NZ so we only ordered two mains and a side of steamed vegetables to share. Cost us $37.50 for the Chicken Mee Goreng, Steamed Vegetables and Sambal Squid which were average in taste. Definitely not as nice as what we had yesterday though much cheaper. More “makan-makan” (gathering for feasting) with my folks this weekend when we head over to the Tays for dinner!



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