Monday, October 31, 2005
♥ Happy Birthday Tiesya!!!
No.. it's not my birthday, but it's my friend's - Tiesya's birthday.
We met on the net through a special bonding for the same guy - Khai. Yup, the AF1 first runner up. We chatted and exchanged numbers and started smsing each other. We were organizing an event and met for the first time in KLCC.
We had lunch (well actually Tiesya, Kak N and Alang did) and we continued our discussion over drinks in Chinoz on the Park where Tiesya had meatballs snack.
The second time meeting again was during ice-cream session in KLCC (again). This time with Khai himself and Abg Badrul. Khai then personally invited us (the fans) to the launching ceremony of his first album. We agreed to meet up in Sogo and from there, we car-pooled to the venue. It was indeed an experience for us. Imagine 6 people all crammed in Tiesya's Kenari!
So, today is Tiesya's birthday. I know that we have somehow 'lost contact', but I do remember those days we had spent together. And I think that we still have a date for meatballs (including the others or have you guys forgotten?).
Anyway, happy birthday Tiesya. May you succeed in anything you do and may this year be filled with love and joy for you and your family.
We met on the net through a special bonding for the same guy - Khai. Yup, the AF1 first runner up. We chatted and exchanged numbers and started smsing each other. We were organizing an event and met for the first time in KLCC.
We had lunch (well actually Tiesya, Kak N and Alang did) and we continued our discussion over drinks in Chinoz on the Park where Tiesya had meatballs snack.
The second time meeting again was during ice-cream session in KLCC (again). This time with Khai himself and Abg Badrul. Khai then personally invited us (the fans) to the launching ceremony of his first album. We agreed to meet up in Sogo and from there, we car-pooled to the venue. It was indeed an experience for us. Imagine 6 people all crammed in Tiesya's Kenari!
So, today is Tiesya's birthday. I know that we have somehow 'lost contact', but I do remember those days we had spent together. And I think that we still have a date for meatballs (including the others or have you guys forgotten?).
Anyway, happy birthday Tiesya. May you succeed in anything you do and may this year be filled with love and joy for you and your family.
Am i really never good enough for you?
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Sunday, October 30, 2005
♥ Congratulations Adik
I have started my Raya holidays but I can’t get myself off hook with my writings. Yesterday (29th October 2005), I started my leave with a ‘visit’ to MRSM Jasin just to celebrate my youngest brother’s graduation ceremony.
It is a custom for all MRSMs to hold a graduation ceremony for their students. The requirements to graduate is to get CGPA at least 2.00 for the whole semesters registered plus pass the special exam developed by MARA.
In my family, I was the first to graduate from MRSM. At that time, my younger brother was in form 3 and the youngest was 6 years old. I was accepted in MRSM after PMR. So, I was considered a role model for my younger brothers.
My mother always told me that my youngest brother has always been keeping a dream to be enrolled in any MRSM. So, when he got the chance to further his study in MRSM as early as form 1 (at that time, many MRSMs were being built and MARA opened the intake to form 1), my parents were a bit hesitant to let him go since he was the youngest and they did not trust him to take care of himself. Furthermore, he has asthma. He was really determined to go and when my father asked him if he was sure of his decision, he said that he was 110% sure.
After PMR, he got the privilege to apply to a higher ranked MRSM due to his results. My mother asked him to move to Jasin because it is nearer and we can visit him without having to spend a night anywhere. And Jasin is an established MRSM.
And yesterday marked the day where all of us made it through the MRSM system and graduated from the junior college.
I am very proud of my youngest brother to have made it through the system and followed our (me and my younger brother) footsteps. I can still remember him during my early days in getting ready to go to MRSM. I had to go back to Melaka just to collect my school uniform and my youngest brother wanted to tag along. I brought him along on the bus to Melaka and he kind of humiliated me. Well, not that much but he was 5 years old and kind of adorable. On the bus ride to Melaka, he would fart and accused me farting by saying ‘ Eeee.. kakak saya kentut’ and point his chubby fingers at me. The other passengers would only smile at his cheekiness. He did not stop at that. He would kind of ‘promote’ me on the bus to any cute guys!
After seeing him yesterday on the stage receiving the ‘scroll’ from MARA standing tall and proud, I know that he has grown and has achieved a part of his dreams. After Hari Raya, he will have to go back to MRSM Jasin to struggle the ultimate battle – SPM. Good luck Adik. May success be yours. We will always pray for your success. All the best and congratulations.
It is a custom for all MRSMs to hold a graduation ceremony for their students. The requirements to graduate is to get CGPA at least 2.00 for the whole semesters registered plus pass the special exam developed by MARA.
In my family, I was the first to graduate from MRSM. At that time, my younger brother was in form 3 and the youngest was 6 years old. I was accepted in MRSM after PMR. So, I was considered a role model for my younger brothers.
My mother always told me that my youngest brother has always been keeping a dream to be enrolled in any MRSM. So, when he got the chance to further his study in MRSM as early as form 1 (at that time, many MRSMs were being built and MARA opened the intake to form 1), my parents were a bit hesitant to let him go since he was the youngest and they did not trust him to take care of himself. Furthermore, he has asthma. He was really determined to go and when my father asked him if he was sure of his decision, he said that he was 110% sure.
After PMR, he got the privilege to apply to a higher ranked MRSM due to his results. My mother asked him to move to Jasin because it is nearer and we can visit him without having to spend a night anywhere. And Jasin is an established MRSM.
And yesterday marked the day where all of us made it through the MRSM system and graduated from the junior college.
I am very proud of my youngest brother to have made it through the system and followed our (me and my younger brother) footsteps. I can still remember him during my early days in getting ready to go to MRSM. I had to go back to Melaka just to collect my school uniform and my youngest brother wanted to tag along. I brought him along on the bus to Melaka and he kind of humiliated me. Well, not that much but he was 5 years old and kind of adorable. On the bus ride to Melaka, he would fart and accused me farting by saying ‘ Eeee.. kakak saya kentut’ and point his chubby fingers at me. The other passengers would only smile at his cheekiness. He did not stop at that. He would kind of ‘promote’ me on the bus to any cute guys!
After seeing him yesterday on the stage receiving the ‘scroll’ from MARA standing tall and proud, I know that he has grown and has achieved a part of his dreams. After Hari Raya, he will have to go back to MRSM Jasin to struggle the ultimate battle – SPM. Good luck Adik. May success be yours. We will always pray for your success. All the best and congratulations.
Am i really never good enough for you?
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Thursday, October 27, 2005
♥ Ketupat Pasar, Ketupat Bawang, Ketupat Jantung dan Ketupat Daun Palas
Aidilfitri is just next week. Preparations are being made to celebrate Raya. And this includes decorating the office.
Previous years, there would be 3-4 people in my office who knows how to weave the ketupat. But since they have been transfered to other departments and have retired, not many knows how to anyam ketupat.
Being brought up in the city (I am not being stark up here), I have no idea how the ketupat was being weaved before. I would just sit around my auntie and late grandmother watching them working their hands around coconut leaves to make the sarong ketupat. I can still remember one time when my aunts and uncles would race against each other to see who can anyam the fastest!
As I started working, I found myself being interested in learning how to anyam ketupat. At first, I got my hands tangled in ribbons for the ketupat for decorating the office. The first year, I only learnt 50% of the process (which was considered as the tricky part). I gave up because I knew that I could not make it to be a ketupat. The following year, I learnt the whole process with my 'teacher' giving instructions. When I wanted to do it by myself, I was lost again. But I kept on trying and sometimes, I would succeed in making the ketupat. But sometimes, it was just by accident.
This year, only 3 people in this office who knows how to anyam the ketupat - me (halfly knowlegable), Kak G and Wa. But Wa is down with a fever and suspected to have denggi. So, only 2 of us did the work of anyam ketupat. The problem is, I can't remember the 'paths' to make the ketupat.
Anyway, I got lucky and my first attempt was successful eventhough it took me half an hour to finish the ketupat. The first ketupat I made was the ketupat bawang. Struggling again for the next half hour, I managed to make ketupat pasar by accident.
Ketupat pasar
This time I was determined to make the ketupat AND remembering the 'paths' to take in making ketupat bawang or ketupat pasar. At last, I am capable of making the both ketupat and it takes me around 5 minutes (the most) to finish one ketupat. Ha..ha..
Ketupat bawang
This made me think. If our generation and the generations after us do not have any knowledge and interest in making ketupat from coconut leaves, the original version of ketupat might not exist anymore.
Decorations from the ketupat that I made
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri everyone. Maaf zahir batin especially if I have hurt anyone's feelings in my writing.
Previous years, there would be 3-4 people in my office who knows how to weave the ketupat. But since they have been transfered to other departments and have retired, not many knows how to anyam ketupat.
Being brought up in the city (I am not being stark up here), I have no idea how the ketupat was being weaved before. I would just sit around my auntie and late grandmother watching them working their hands around coconut leaves to make the sarong ketupat. I can still remember one time when my aunts and uncles would race against each other to see who can anyam the fastest!
As I started working, I found myself being interested in learning how to anyam ketupat. At first, I got my hands tangled in ribbons for the ketupat for decorating the office. The first year, I only learnt 50% of the process (which was considered as the tricky part). I gave up because I knew that I could not make it to be a ketupat. The following year, I learnt the whole process with my 'teacher' giving instructions. When I wanted to do it by myself, I was lost again. But I kept on trying and sometimes, I would succeed in making the ketupat. But sometimes, it was just by accident.
This year, only 3 people in this office who knows how to anyam the ketupat - me (halfly knowlegable), Kak G and Wa. But Wa is down with a fever and suspected to have denggi. So, only 2 of us did the work of anyam ketupat. The problem is, I can't remember the 'paths' to make the ketupat.
Anyway, I got lucky and my first attempt was successful eventhough it took me half an hour to finish the ketupat. The first ketupat I made was the ketupat bawang. Struggling again for the next half hour, I managed to make ketupat pasar by accident.
Ketupat pasar
This time I was determined to make the ketupat AND remembering the 'paths' to take in making ketupat bawang or ketupat pasar. At last, I am capable of making the both ketupat and it takes me around 5 minutes (the most) to finish one ketupat. Ha..ha..
Ketupat bawang
This made me think. If our generation and the generations after us do not have any knowledge and interest in making ketupat from coconut leaves, the original version of ketupat might not exist anymore.
Decorations from the ketupat that I made
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri everyone. Maaf zahir batin especially if I have hurt anyone's feelings in my writing.
Am i really never good enough for you?
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Monday, October 24, 2005
♥ Rotiboy oh rotiboy...
Earlier this month, I read about being 'disobedient' to parents especially to your mother, you will be 'punished' there and then in Badrul's blog Well, it's true you know. And same goes if you are really sincere in doing things for them (again especially your mom) you will see that you will be 'rewarded'.
Early of Ramadhan, my mom said that she was craving for Rotiboy. Actually, she had rotiboy a day before Ramadhan started. But I guess she really liked it. She has been saying that she'd like to have rotiboy, but my dad would just ignore her cravings and tell her that there are a lot of dishes to break fast and she might not even touch her rotiboy when the time comes.
So, yesterday, as my dad went out for the last 10 days of Ramadhan to iktikaf at a mosque in Nilai, she once again said that she'd like to have rotiboy to break fast along with other dishes. I was a bit touched because she has been asking for rotiboy but my dad would give excuses or change the topic to make her forget about the rotiboy. So, I agreed to drive her to Alamanda just to get the rotiboy.
At 3 o'clock yesterday, I started to prepare the dishes for breaking fast since after Asar, I would be in Alamanda to get the rotiboy with my mom. Everything was prepared by Asar except reheating the dishes from Saturday which I think I can manage to get it done after reaching home from Alamanda.
I was getting ready to go to Alamanda and was trying to make up my mind if I wanted to bring my handbag or just my purse. At last, I opted for the latter. At 4.50pm, I was in the car with my mom who was smiling from ear to ear because at last, her cravings for rotiboy will be fulfilled. Arriving there in Alamanda, there were several cars in line to enter the parking lot. As I received the parking ticket from the parking attendant (who was actually helping out because of the line of cars waiting to be parked), I put the ticket on my dashboard and made a mental note to bring it along when I get out of the car. The parking lot was not full and was quite empty when I arrived. After finding a space near the entrance to the mall, my mom told me to lock the steering. I reached for the ticket and my mind was actually not there with my body. I looked at the ticket and remembered shoving the ticket in my purse while talking to my mom.
We entered the mall and my mom said that she wanted to buy rotiboy and asked me to go to Carrefour to browse and find anything to buy. She was actually feeling guilty just to drag me to Alamanda to get her rotiboy. I did want to buy my shampoo since it was RM5 less than the original price, but I thought I'd buy it this Friday since tomorrow is pay day and currently I have to watch my spendings just in case something happens. The lines at the cashiers were quite long and I began to hesitate whether or not to buy the shampoo. At last, I did buy the shampoo (that was the only thing that I wanted to buy after seeing the queue at the cashiers).
Upon exiting Carrefour, I went to the customer service counter to get the free parking rate. As I was heading towards the counter, I opened my purse and searched for the ticket. I was still searching my purse for the ticket at the counter but I could not find it. I went outside to search my mom to ask her if I gave the ticket to her. But she said no. My mom thought that I left the ticket in the car on the dashboard. So, I told her that maybe it was in the car. Actually I was exteremely sure that I brought the ticket with me as we walked in the mall but I went to the car to prevent my mom from panicking. Arriving at my car, I searched everywhere. Oooppss... the ticket was no where in sight. I kept calm but with my mom, she tends to panic easily. So, I dumped everything in my purse to see if it was in there. As I was frantically rummaging my purse, all I could find were bank slips, my credit cards, my ic, my atm card, my membership cards, receipts, and my dry cleaning receipt. My mom was starting to giving one of her 'lectures' and I was certain that the parking ticket was NOT there.
It was nearly 6pm and my mom was furious. She said why didn't I keep the ticket in the pockets of my jeans. I just kept quite. She tried to calm herself down by suggesting that we search for the ticket along our paths in the mall. I was pretty sure that we wouldn't find the ticket lying on the floor but I was just hoping for a miracle. We went back inside and searched along the path. Finally, I said to my mom that I have lost the ticket and I am willing to pay the fine which was RM25.
We went down to the office of the company that was incharge of the parking lot. As I walked in (my mom wanted to wait outside), the guy at the counter gave a what-are-you-doing-here kind of look. I then told him that I lost the parking ticket and with a serious face, he asked for my ic or driving's licence . I gave him my ic. He went to the back and photocopied my ic. Then this man came out from a room asking the guy what happened and he said that I lost the ticket. He came to the counter and showed me the amount that I had to pay and glanced at his name on his shirt - En. Mazalan. I opened my purse and was about to take out the money and then I heard my mom asked that if we could get a minimum payment for the fine. In my head, I was really thinking that with that amount of money, I could of done lots of things (well, it's the end of the month and I am eagerly waiting for my pay day. I have plans to buy this and that) and I felt sad but it was my fault though that I lost the ticket. The man then asked if I came with my family and I just nodded and my mom answered his question. I just couldn't open my mouth to answer. I guess he saw me standing there with my mom and it was nearly 6.15pm and we wanted to head back to break fast, he told the first guy to just take the particulars. The first guy handed me my ic and a form to be filled. En. Mazalan then showed me the part that I had to fill in and gave me a ticket. He then reminded me to keep the ticket and not to lose it again. I just stared blankly at the ticket and my hand kept writing the particulars about the vehicle that I drove. I was just speechless! My mom thanked him and I think I did too (but I don't realize it and I don't even remembered doing so).
We went out of the office after thanking him for the hundredth time. We went back into the mall to get the free parking at Carrefour. We headed back to our car and my mom let out a relief sigh. She said that if I had to pay the RM25 fine, she just lost her appetite for rotiboy. But she said that when I walked in the office, she prayed in her heart 'Permudahkanlah, jangan Kau susahkan' to Allah. And I guess that prayer did open En. Mazalan's heart to just give the spare ticket to us. And I guess that because I was 'helping' my mom to get what she craved for, Allah did help me in keeping the RM25 in my purse.
Thank you soooo much En. Mazalan for making things easy for us. May Allah bless you and your family.
p/s: I think I spotted Laydiefa at Alamanda yesterday. But I was not sure of it. Were you there Laydiefa?
Early of Ramadhan, my mom said that she was craving for Rotiboy. Actually, she had rotiboy a day before Ramadhan started. But I guess she really liked it. She has been saying that she'd like to have rotiboy, but my dad would just ignore her cravings and tell her that there are a lot of dishes to break fast and she might not even touch her rotiboy when the time comes.
So, yesterday, as my dad went out for the last 10 days of Ramadhan to iktikaf at a mosque in Nilai, she once again said that she'd like to have rotiboy to break fast along with other dishes. I was a bit touched because she has been asking for rotiboy but my dad would give excuses or change the topic to make her forget about the rotiboy. So, I agreed to drive her to Alamanda just to get the rotiboy.
At 3 o'clock yesterday, I started to prepare the dishes for breaking fast since after Asar, I would be in Alamanda to get the rotiboy with my mom. Everything was prepared by Asar except reheating the dishes from Saturday which I think I can manage to get it done after reaching home from Alamanda.
I was getting ready to go to Alamanda and was trying to make up my mind if I wanted to bring my handbag or just my purse. At last, I opted for the latter. At 4.50pm, I was in the car with my mom who was smiling from ear to ear because at last, her cravings for rotiboy will be fulfilled. Arriving there in Alamanda, there were several cars in line to enter the parking lot. As I received the parking ticket from the parking attendant (who was actually helping out because of the line of cars waiting to be parked), I put the ticket on my dashboard and made a mental note to bring it along when I get out of the car. The parking lot was not full and was quite empty when I arrived. After finding a space near the entrance to the mall, my mom told me to lock the steering. I reached for the ticket and my mind was actually not there with my body. I looked at the ticket and remembered shoving the ticket in my purse while talking to my mom.
We entered the mall and my mom said that she wanted to buy rotiboy and asked me to go to Carrefour to browse and find anything to buy. She was actually feeling guilty just to drag me to Alamanda to get her rotiboy. I did want to buy my shampoo since it was RM5 less than the original price, but I thought I'd buy it this Friday since tomorrow is pay day and currently I have to watch my spendings just in case something happens. The lines at the cashiers were quite long and I began to hesitate whether or not to buy the shampoo. At last, I did buy the shampoo (that was the only thing that I wanted to buy after seeing the queue at the cashiers).
Upon exiting Carrefour, I went to the customer service counter to get the free parking rate. As I was heading towards the counter, I opened my purse and searched for the ticket. I was still searching my purse for the ticket at the counter but I could not find it. I went outside to search my mom to ask her if I gave the ticket to her. But she said no. My mom thought that I left the ticket in the car on the dashboard. So, I told her that maybe it was in the car. Actually I was exteremely sure that I brought the ticket with me as we walked in the mall but I went to the car to prevent my mom from panicking. Arriving at my car, I searched everywhere. Oooppss... the ticket was no where in sight. I kept calm but with my mom, she tends to panic easily. So, I dumped everything in my purse to see if it was in there. As I was frantically rummaging my purse, all I could find were bank slips, my credit cards, my ic, my atm card, my membership cards, receipts, and my dry cleaning receipt. My mom was starting to giving one of her 'lectures' and I was certain that the parking ticket was NOT there.
It was nearly 6pm and my mom was furious. She said why didn't I keep the ticket in the pockets of my jeans. I just kept quite. She tried to calm herself down by suggesting that we search for the ticket along our paths in the mall. I was pretty sure that we wouldn't find the ticket lying on the floor but I was just hoping for a miracle. We went back inside and searched along the path. Finally, I said to my mom that I have lost the ticket and I am willing to pay the fine which was RM25.
We went down to the office of the company that was incharge of the parking lot. As I walked in (my mom wanted to wait outside), the guy at the counter gave a what-are-you-doing-here kind of look. I then told him that I lost the parking ticket and with a serious face, he asked for my ic or driving's licence . I gave him my ic. He went to the back and photocopied my ic. Then this man came out from a room asking the guy what happened and he said that I lost the ticket. He came to the counter and showed me the amount that I had to pay and glanced at his name on his shirt - En. Mazalan. I opened my purse and was about to take out the money and then I heard my mom asked that if we could get a minimum payment for the fine. In my head, I was really thinking that with that amount of money, I could of done lots of things (well, it's the end of the month and I am eagerly waiting for my pay day. I have plans to buy this and that) and I felt sad but it was my fault though that I lost the ticket. The man then asked if I came with my family and I just nodded and my mom answered his question. I just couldn't open my mouth to answer. I guess he saw me standing there with my mom and it was nearly 6.15pm and we wanted to head back to break fast, he told the first guy to just take the particulars. The first guy handed me my ic and a form to be filled. En. Mazalan then showed me the part that I had to fill in and gave me a ticket. He then reminded me to keep the ticket and not to lose it again. I just stared blankly at the ticket and my hand kept writing the particulars about the vehicle that I drove. I was just speechless! My mom thanked him and I think I did too (but I don't realize it and I don't even remembered doing so).
We went out of the office after thanking him for the hundredth time. We went back into the mall to get the free parking at Carrefour. We headed back to our car and my mom let out a relief sigh. She said that if I had to pay the RM25 fine, she just lost her appetite for rotiboy. But she said that when I walked in the office, she prayed in her heart 'Permudahkanlah, jangan Kau susahkan' to Allah. And I guess that prayer did open En. Mazalan's heart to just give the spare ticket to us. And I guess that because I was 'helping' my mom to get what she craved for, Allah did help me in keeping the RM25 in my purse.
Thank you soooo much En. Mazalan for making things easy for us. May Allah bless you and your family.
p/s: I think I spotted Laydiefa at Alamanda yesterday. But I was not sure of it. Were you there Laydiefa?
Am i really never good enough for you?
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Friday, October 21, 2005
♥ Mixed Emotions
Yesterday, the whole country was mourning over the lost of the first lady. Everyone seemed to feel the lost of the first lady. In Buletin 1.30 yesterday, there were some footages of Pak Lah and Allahyarham Datin Seri Endon. Allahyarham seemed to be a strong person and was always by Pak Lah's side. She seemed to be very caring and down-to-earth. Semoga roh Allahyarham dicucuri rahmat dan takziah serta bersabar di atas pemergiannya.
On a lighter note, today is my lovable "baby-sister's" birthday - Shai. Actually Shai is a friend which I now consider as a part of my 'family' along with the rest of my FCK family members.
The first time meeting up with Shai was on New Year's day in 2004. I picked her up at the campus and we went to KLIA to meet up with the other family members. She was a bit quiet and so was I. But in my heart, I knew that we'd get along fine. And yes, we did.
So, today, Shai, you turn a year older, a year wiser and a year matured. Have the best birthday today and may your dreams and wishes come true. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being a great 'baby-sister' to me. One day, I do hope that we can hang out like the old days. Happy birthday Shai.
On a lighter note, today is my lovable "baby-sister's" birthday - Shai. Actually Shai is a friend which I now consider as a part of my 'family' along with the rest of my FCK family members.
The first time meeting up with Shai was on New Year's day in 2004. I picked her up at the campus and we went to KLIA to meet up with the other family members. She was a bit quiet and so was I. But in my heart, I knew that we'd get along fine. And yes, we did.
So, today, Shai, you turn a year older, a year wiser and a year matured. Have the best birthday today and may your dreams and wishes come true. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being a great 'baby-sister' to me. One day, I do hope that we can hang out like the old days. Happy birthday Shai.
Am i really never good enough for you?
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005
♥ Middle of Ramadhan
It's been a while since I have last written in my blog. I miss my daily ramblings but due to workload and going home at 5pm sharp, I can't find time to write.
Today is the 15th of Ramadhan. Lagu raya dah pun terpasang di radio. Shopping complex apa lagi. Even before Ramadhan started, some shopping complexes dah siap pasang lagu raya!
The best part of Ramadhan is the Pasar Ramadhan. Lots and I mean lots of dishes are sold in the pasar. I remember when I was in primary school, delicacies from Kelantan and Terengganu would be my family's favourite choice. At that time, my mom would only cook the main dish + veggies and then the rest would be bought. I remember the mouth watering ketupat sotong that was the daily dish for breaking fast. My brother would choose the biggest sotong and each of us would have one. Ayam percik - yummy... I miss the pakcik selling the ayam percik. But that was until one day my dad spotted eggs from flies at one of the ayam percik. That was the last day I had ayam percik from that pakcik. And that was also the last year that pakcik sold ayam percik at the Pasar Ramadhan because the next year, he wasn't there anymore.
For deserts, my dad would buy akok, buah tanjung, sekaya and nekbat (I don't know the correct spelling) for us and lompat tikam, tepung pelita or puteri mandi for my mom. These deserts (the one for us) was introduced by my dad and we love these dishes and miss them. The only desert that we can get today is akok. The ever so famous gerai Kesuma (the cook is from Kelantan) do not sell anymore buah tanjung or nekbat. And I really miss these dishes and been craving for them for since finishing my schooldays.
Nowadays, I would just break fast with simple dishes which are home cooked by me. My dad is watching his diet since he is 56 and my mom has to watch her sugar intake due to diabetes. One blessing for me though, I get to lose weight. And it would be great if I manage to keep the pounds off AFTER Ramadhan. Anyway, as some may put it, the best diet is fasting.
Selamat berpuasa and selamat berbuka (when the time comes) and selamat berterawikh for the next 14/15 days.
Today is the 15th of Ramadhan. Lagu raya dah pun terpasang di radio. Shopping complex apa lagi. Even before Ramadhan started, some shopping complexes dah siap pasang lagu raya!
The best part of Ramadhan is the Pasar Ramadhan. Lots and I mean lots of dishes are sold in the pasar. I remember when I was in primary school, delicacies from Kelantan and Terengganu would be my family's favourite choice. At that time, my mom would only cook the main dish + veggies and then the rest would be bought. I remember the mouth watering ketupat sotong that was the daily dish for breaking fast. My brother would choose the biggest sotong and each of us would have one. Ayam percik - yummy... I miss the pakcik selling the ayam percik. But that was until one day my dad spotted eggs from flies at one of the ayam percik. That was the last day I had ayam percik from that pakcik. And that was also the last year that pakcik sold ayam percik at the Pasar Ramadhan because the next year, he wasn't there anymore.
For deserts, my dad would buy akok, buah tanjung, sekaya and nekbat (I don't know the correct spelling) for us and lompat tikam, tepung pelita or puteri mandi for my mom. These deserts (the one for us) was introduced by my dad and we love these dishes and miss them. The only desert that we can get today is akok. The ever so famous gerai Kesuma (the cook is from Kelantan) do not sell anymore buah tanjung or nekbat. And I really miss these dishes and been craving for them for since finishing my schooldays.
Nowadays, I would just break fast with simple dishes which are home cooked by me. My dad is watching his diet since he is 56 and my mom has to watch her sugar intake due to diabetes. One blessing for me though, I get to lose weight. And it would be great if I manage to keep the pounds off AFTER Ramadhan. Anyway, as some may put it, the best diet is fasting.
Selamat berpuasa and selamat berbuka (when the time comes) and selamat berterawikh for the next 14/15 days.
Am i really never good enough for you?
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Friday, October 07, 2005
♥ Ramadhan Al-Mubarak
Alhamdulillah Ramadhan has arrived again and I am able to 'meet' this month that is full of rahmat. This is the third day we have started fasting. And it has been quite well I guess.
Right now I am feeling quite okay and not so down anymore. Mungkin bulan berkat ini menjadikan aku lebih tabah. Anyway, I think I will not be writing in my blog for this Ramadhan. If I do, maybe towards the end. I am not quitting from the blogging world but I want to take a break and get things done on time because only this month that I'll be leaving the office at 5pm sharp!
Selamat berpuasa dan semoga kita dapat menambahkan amal ibadah kita di bulan yang mulia dan pernuh keberkatan ini. Till then, adios.
Right now I am feeling quite okay and not so down anymore. Mungkin bulan berkat ini menjadikan aku lebih tabah. Anyway, I think I will not be writing in my blog for this Ramadhan. If I do, maybe towards the end. I am not quitting from the blogging world but I want to take a break and get things done on time because only this month that I'll be leaving the office at 5pm sharp!
Selamat berpuasa dan semoga kita dapat menambahkan amal ibadah kita di bulan yang mulia dan pernuh keberkatan ini. Till then, adios.
Am i really never good enough for you?
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