Comfort food

Roti teloq cicah gulai ikan dengan sambai ikan bilih, minum dengan ayaq milo kosong panaih - heavenly

Marriage and divorce

What a dejavu, most blogs I visited were talking about wedding or atleat matrimonial related issue. And if my virtual life cant have enough of the topic, my real life was bombarded with the same thing. Probably the musim mengawan is at the door.

Sad but truth, I dont have the full control of go-to-start-and-click-shutdown of the real life so I had to put up the conversation with the shariahlawyer in my class. Yes, I had a lot of cringes this morning.

Well, it all started with a simple innocent question like, "do you find a job yet?" and for some reasons, it drifted to unwanted marriage counselling if I, God forbid, divorce. What I found so annoying was when the shariahlawyer kept on emphasing on *husband should support his wife, woman doesnt have to work. let the man pays the bills* kinda thing. The problem is I believe in sharing and I dont mind sharing the household bills with dearest M or once in a while pitch in the groceries or pay for the dinner at the restaurant. I mean, I treat my friends, why not my other half. But the shariahlawyer was playing a religion card which I found so disturbing. He kept muttering, " In Islam this" and " in Islam that". I didnt graduated from Al Azhar but I do know my rights Islamically if some mishap across my marriage path but it our religion doesnt draw a line to undermine our feminin abilities to survive but rather to protect us.

The shariahlawyer still confius between the culture and the way of life works.

I escaped by being a bit out-of-manner. *I am not interested to discuss this sort of things*

Pepto-Bismol

my throat is really painful. especially when the acidic gas came running up thru my esophagus. and it smelled like Salmon. probably I ate too much sushi this afternoon, or probably the BBQ eel. M's arm muscle is twisted due to lifting Jr the other day. Jr is getting heavier; mostly of his muscles. I had a lot of stories to tell but my mind kinda get jammed and mixed all stories up and I dont know where to start. and the gas is really bothering me. I am looking forward for the next 3 months. well, I can say there will be a new chapter in my life or things will be no different than it is today. And now there is some promotion going on with honda car dealers. 0.9% financing for only $278/mth. I am talking CRV 2009 here. haiihhh!! cubaan duniakan, kalau tak ingatkan akhirat, mau haku menghentak2 kaki suruh abe beli. Shud I just tell a tale about my trip to Montreal. well, it's just another trip. actually, to scout for SIL#1. And since we stayed on corporate rate in the hotel and M is one of the club de presidente's member, we've got extra volume of toilet supplies but with a smaller cubic ft room overlooking christ cathedral church. The good thing about this trip, it was a biz for him but a pleasure for me, therefore, I can fully extend to please myself the way I want it aka meet and eat and walk with MY friends. if a pleasure trip for both of us, usually it has to be his way or highway.

run my mouth off

The weather is very corporative today. Sun shines and cool wind blows. Since today is a perfect spring day, I decided to go to friday prayer in style. I put on my most expensive, never-wore pumps which I got it on my last birthday from abe M. Anyway, on the way to pick up M, while my hand on the steering, my eyes focused on the road, but my mind was wandering to things I've done in the past and I started to curse myself of things that I, especially, blurted out to people. Especially things that's got nothing to do with me. During ol' times, when friends said something about someone and it was a cock and bull story, I usually reserved my thoughts/stories/comments to myself and the neuron in my brain will send signals like "shutttt upppppp, woman" to my blurdy pie-hole. For some reasons now, I aint what I was and I loathe the guilt of meddling peep's bizarre stories and I disgust myself for doing so. patutlah kerana pulut, santan binasa. I think I better mum's the words.

Montreal, here I come

A first time adventure on VIA-rail too. the thing is I have an appointment in the afternoon and therefore, M will go first and I will drag our luggage later. BUT, I'd love to go with him, well, actually I would love to go with him in first class coach. bapak mahal dowh! M refuted the idea due to uno; he has to fork out his wampum and dos; he felt uneasy sitting with bigguys with their PAs (not PDA)scribbled to everywords these bigguys have to say. Well, u know, how things look pretty weird when all peoples with expensive suits and way older in age and talk about stocks and business while opposite them, sitting this guy, hippy-looking with sweatshirt from Old Navy, at least that day he wore Calvin Klein, red tag from Winners (ihsan dr bini yg insist suruh beli ok - very good deal I must say. hey, dont ask me, I dont know. never been there. Whatever it was, it's enough to convince M to return to friendlier-sphere to him economy coach. The thing that I dont understand, the ticket is free, and he entitled to it, why dont he just switch it with me. Definitely I wouldn't order OJ if I were to travel first class and definitely I would pass around my resume (or at least give it to their PAs). Whatever it is, it will be my second time on the train in North America. the first time I took a train when I went to Santa Ana from LA to visit a friend. Met an annoying Vietnamese who think less of other people and more of him. well, this time I board prepared; armed with book and MP3. no hassle or bustle of 'hi's' and 'how are you' from strangers. A cold smile will do most of the tricks or a blurry eyes sans eye glasses. Since the hotel is just few block from McGill and metro's, there will be a lot of chances for me to wander around with few lovely lady/ies while M works his rear-off for my economy train ticket.

MWG lament diskusi

Since summer break is approaching, it's kinda routine for Malaysian students in this continent to spend another gomen's boodle to MWG. As for those who lives outside Estados Unidos, applying for US visa is emm crucial pain. If they do in idiotic way rather than bertanya dgn yg lebih arif aka seniors, I can assure these smart-arsses they will impolitely get rejected or at least not getting a Visa their moolahs worth. hmm.. in a way, haram aku tak kesian. Padan muka lah kan. kunun student overseas kan, mestilah paling pandai dalam dunia. Oh another sentiments of KampungMelayu syndrome. I wonder why all these peeps didnt want to take an effort to ASK how it was done a long time ago, where some of the male seniors getting their 10 yrs Visa easily and how come some of them got rejected. Dont they learn from history or at least be a critical thinker is out of subject or their bijakpandai of being pelajar luarnegara tajaan kerajaan is merely a myth? And again, the previous pegawai was a shallow man, undignified humane and full with alpha-male ego. what's news? My 2cents, why dont ahli jemaah or presidente or whoever incharge of this bloody entourage, collect the names of whoever visa-less, MSD, regardless from Chicago or here, issues a letter and list down the names (regardless they will go or not) and everyone's involved, apply at the same time. Better yet, MSD sends the applications on behalfs these bijakpandai-s( can't do coz everything is Electronic nowdays). susah sgt ke nak pikiaq menda official macam ni. nanti bila tak dapat visa, mulalah nak memaki US embassy. haiii.. from east coast to west coast, sungguh typical.

Spring Sunday breeze

My lazy sunday morning fully spent with me tucked under warm blanket while my fingers were chilling flipping the pages of howIwanttofinishthisbooksobad novel. But on the wee of morning, I felt down from the stair to check on Anyau or whoever the culprit peed on the tiles of powder room. As for now, I've seen all the boys did their peepee and poopoo right inside the bowl and have yet to see/catch Anyau in action. Indeed, it is a pain. especially to bend down to clean the stench. and let me tell you, it's sticky too.. yucky gross - oui. I read my yesterday post. I wonder if anyone understand coz I was like; "what on earth did I write" but again, most of what I jotted down here is uneditted and sometimes words go faster in the brain than my hands and since I am not writing for a professional readers or for anyone to be exact, I dont really feel the urge to edit and correct it. As I quote from Ina's "blog aku bukan blog engkau, aku punya suka la". Refreshing indeed. So, almost 2/3 of my brighty sunny sunday's gone and I think I am going to wrap up the rest of the day with nasi goreng udang and spicy chicken wings. M had his cooking turn yesterday. Since we brought the whole lasagna to Pamahkulat's house. No leftover for us today.

Alamak! habis rempah aku

Few days back, M came to me and asked about the difference between Indian curry and the usual curry I make. Out of the blue. Err.. not really OOTB, a friend of a friend (which technically, make him as our friend) came over to our house and I prepared last-minute Salmon curry and express stirfry veges with instant omelette. Turned out, M's officemate was querying about the curries of the world and would like to purchase a recommended curry powder at local exotic asian stores. Since our cocina has experienced quite varieties of curries from out-from-the-box SHAN to small sac Made-in-yourstruly kelahiran; ranging from Baba's, Alagappa's, Adabi and yadayada - depending on the mood of the sender iaitu Bonda tercinta (which usually come with phrases like "Melayu kita buat ni", "had ni sedap ni, kompeni dekat Lunas ni ja" or rather "oh mak dapat free, saja bg kat a***"). nevertheless, I gave M, a small sachet of Adabi's, Alagapas and a big packet of Baba's and also a box of Vege curry Shan. Since the first two are still edible interms of expiration date, the BIG one expired last year. Unfortunately, the asian grocery stores only carry this Baba's brand, same goes with Indian stores. I gave it to M just as for-viewing-only and expect him to bring it back once he showed to his colleague. But punya tak paham bahasa, he gave them all. Aisehh!

Ter-rajin-lah pulak!

Why do I feel like I'm losing you
Will it ever become what I've always wanted it to
You tell me I'm the lucky one, how can you say that
When it breaks my heart to see another woman with you
Chorus:
Oh lover of mine, oh lover of mine
When it hurts so bad, I wanna hold you in my arms
Make me feel like you wanna be a lover of mine
After we've said all there is to say
Am I still in your heart or am I just in your way
My desire for you is running wild, jealousy, dangerous kind
When I see you looking at another woman that way
chorus
Please set me free or give me a reason for trying to keep it alive
There is no need for us to be lonely
Give me some kind of hope, I'm walking a fine line
chorus
Make me feel like you wanna be a lover of mine
Make me feel like you wanna be a lover of mine
This morning at Majic100.3, a very old song was aired. The beauty of Google, you type it and voila! split of seconds, your favorite-zaman-tok-kaduk song is 34secs to complete its downloading. I wonder if we still be able to live sans internet in these days. I know I can but definitely my cocina will be missing some kicks on daily what's for dinner. Anyway, talking about the rock ballad of Alannah Myles, apparently my ear buds dont really sync with other NKOTB crooners. The fact that most of them luvre Tommy Page lembik melodies and I was in my -Nirvana- with Kurt Cobain's doses, somewhat drew a fine line between us. M doesnt really encourage me to listen to music that much. His kind is okay, but my kind is NO-NO . well, of course, rest assure those remarks received HUGE "poorahhh" from me. I dont know if my fellow sama umoq remember this song, but Alannah Myles is quite a story. Not all her songs are my fave but this one in particular really got me into groove. Well, probably I was in grieving period of SapaPunTakKebuloq. Thank God for that.

Books et bibliotheque

I havent read any books for ages. let alone magazines. for weeks I kept thinking to revive the ol' habit (though, I wasnt an avid reader before) but after ran out brilliant or rather logical ideas during conversation for many times, it's time to hit the shelves or in this case; a library. Apart from MacDonalds's library, the last time I went to public library was years ago, when we still lived in the other side of the bridge and distance was not an issue for brisk walking. But during that time is another story, I have to pay a non resident fee to eligible myself to borrow some books and the nearest library to my previous home has everything except for english books. I settled for books for sale. 25cents for Sidney Sheldon's paperbacks were pretty sweet. :). Having said all that, I determined to go to the library (which I spotted a week back while rushing to nearest groceries store) after class. after all the yikyaks, and browsing around for two hours, I came out with 6 books. 2 french books for kids (I barely understand 75% of the whole content) and 2 books from unknowned author (to me)and 2 books from the late Mr Sheldon where 1 of those will be in my Sidney's series collections (got it for merely 50cents - right on, spike!). I dont know how long it will take me to finish all of them but I almost done with one book now. Hopefully we will see a frequent visits of me from now on. and hopefully it will end up like my visits to Goodness Life fitness center).

sejujurnya aku masih mengharapkanmu

Kasik gempak sket tajuk. One of my french classmates just got a job with gomen. after a yr harassing job agencies and whatnot. a friend told me that her 'Canadian' husband took him almost 3 years to secure a place. Mon dieu. Does it mean I have to wait another 2 years and 3 months to actually land a job. Really in sulky mood, called M and whimpping about it for 5 minutes. macam laki aku tak ada keja lain. haiii.. tomorrow will have a test. I thought that after the test I can go back but le professeur a dit "Non, tu ne peut pas partir apres le examen. Je vais venir ici." Dang!

When it starts running Low..

Despite the hoorahhss and cheers, I still in deep blues. I tried as much to keep up the hype with the spirits but when it comes to reality checks - all hoorahs and cheers are smashed right onto the hardest floor. left me with nothing but the saddest feeling ever. Me without It, almost like fire without Oxygen. No more fiery flame and gradually turn to helpless smoke that turn to hazardous gas of carbon monoxide. Contaminate the pure essence of air. so It, when you will actually be with me and be mine. With you, the other side of me will be hitting the jolie-o-meter to the max. I know , patience is virtue, but it can get pretty ugly when there is no more patience to spare.