Mabruk

Kekanda Mr CleanGuy.

You now are no longer a diamond bachelor. After all the dramas, the jokes, the quest for the 'one'

Insyaa Allah lasts till hereafter. If the drama ends.

One to go

Window painting

Only true blue kolej delima, kolej Perindu would know this


hahahahaah

Death

this year marks a decade ayah left us.

This year, ayah's sister passed away.

~.~.~.~

One of the calls, mak sighed on who will be around her or taking care of her during her last breathe.

I broke into tears instantly and sobbing heavily over the phone. It felt like something sharp jabbed into my heart when I heard those words.

I was very impulsive because I know if something's bad happen (God forbids), what I have left only a memory. no point of hustle cause I would never ever have all the means to be there before I could see; for the last time.

Mak, nothing in the world means more than you. happy 74th birthday

Kitar semula

During our morning walk this morning, I asked M about 'le bidet', in case he can explain to me further about its functionality. Nevertheless, we end-up talking about ways of H20 recycling, where in Japan, instead of flushing right after biz no1, the water that we use to rinse our hands will be flushed into toilet bowl. I dont know the validity of the story but if it's true, wont it be such a good thing to do.
Then, we talked about green car, how this one canadian converted his 1992 mercs to bio-diesel car-driven and for the past 5 years he only spent freaking $100 on gas. By investing $1K on the setup equipment, he gets his gas supply from local restaurants whose owners are more than happy to donate their used cooking oil to him.

I bet if we run this program backhome, it would be enormous success since we have many of makcik goreng pisang at every corner of taman perumahan.

But who would care, it's not like we are going to live in next 100 years.

Dalam hati siapa yg tahu

Weeks back I received a phone call from someone's very dear and she mentioned how she felt about one of the posts.

I am not sure whether I was lying or tried to convince myself that it was totally fine.

I remembered the day when I and the guest both tested; joy to her and I was the opposite.

I kept myself busied as not to think about it.

The clock is ticking, I know.

Those little things

Lately I was a bit agitated towards M's callous remarks of things all around the house.

"Clean the mug right away. dont put it in the sink"
"Knowing you, AC, you will be take yr sweet time and you will be late"
"Close the door, check the door"
"lock the car"

I felt like I am a little kid needs to babysit her every moves. He actually reminded me to study for my exam. Or the time I should get up.

I reciprocate by being him. At least, now he knew how I felt.

baru padan muka kan.

Since I just couldnt take it any longer, I shook his head and said,
" Honey, let go the little things, save it for something bigger "

they just dont worth the fight.

Ahkak tidoq please. else u will be all grumpy tomorrow moring

comei tak i?

wakakaka jangan muntah ya

Ooo Mamma!

It was all last minute but had been talking about it for a while. the family wanted to makan western food in conjunction of chief's birthday. Although we celebrated 3 days before sans M who was away to Montreal to earn some extra dough, it didnt dim the excitement of savoring foods, plenty of food.
I have to say that the objective of this trip is to MANGIA. and oh boy, didnt we!
The sky was still red when we left Ottawa, and with empty stomach too. The chief wanted to save his appetite for the food that we were going to indulge later. but ofcourse, I had half bagel to shut the growling.

Soon after we arrived in TO, we had some light lunch (not for some!!!); mee goreng mamak, char kuey teow, nasi goreng Indonesia, Pad Thai noodles and Black pepper sauce dungeonese Crab. M and the Chief had teh tarik kaw. it was so kaw, I guess M constipated.

we crashed at here of last minute reservation ( I did it right after Jumaat Prayer) after lunch. Madame and I were thinking to exercise before we hit our next course, but, the bed was so irresistible to pass and on TV was The Godfather movie marathon. I was torn in between okay.
But again, we need to stick to our objective. Madame and I found a spot for window shopping, alas i wasnt really ready for it and had to let it pass. And joy, time to eat again, this time we had Italian food; Penne picante rose sauce, i dont know what was M having, Parmesan chicken spag bolognese, steak with blackpeppercorn sauce and spag bolognes for the mija. Although I almost cleaned the plate, I felt like the food was not as good as the first time I tried. M enjoyed his plate, chief said it tasted like carbonara pasta. Actually I was thinking of an ice cream as Baskins Robins just across the parking station but I damn straight know that I would puke the minute of my first lick. And again is all nafsu.


Before we went back to the hotel, we stopped at :)somewhere:) , have a nice chat and drinks and left when the clock almost strike at 1am.
The next day was time to go back and we had another stop of yummilicious sirloin quest.
As the trip was none other than makan and makan and makan. we took our sweet time, woke up when the sun was up high. since Steak house opens at 4pm on Sunday and we had to check out before 12, there was a plenty of time to shop. As this quest also had a sub-objective of scouting the best possible place to spend less moolahs (which I doubt) and get more stuffs, a long list of branded stuff, not so high end but definitely affordable some of certain time. well, if you look at the pic below, out of the things that we bought, only one was actually bought and chose by yours truly whereas others are belong to Mr M. I hope he will actually do something with it rather than buat menyemak kat dapoq.
Our craving quest ended with 7oz (for some 10oz) steak with blackpeppercorn gravy and wild mushroom soup (too sour and salty for my buds). The Chief, indeed, was a happy man.

happy birthday Chief, may Allah rewards you a happy and healthy life.