CALL ME CAT

We were enjoying this fabulous murtabak in Bandar Uda, when a kid approached us, derma he said.

Funny though, the so called madrasah which needed some donation is in Kuala Kedah, jauh nya travel.

Ya, we know it's just a crazy child labour scheme and this ought to stop. I gave him RM10 just to please him. His face was expressionless.

BUt i tell you la, this murtabak, can beat Zamzam's in Singapore la..Above par.

While in Malacca, i went on a road trip deep into the sub urban, from Bandar Hilir up to Sungai Udang, hungrily searching for a simple buruk stall to unleash the eating machine in me.

I want original masak lemak cili padi, asam pedas, and cencaluk, tempoyak, cook with keikhlasan di jiwa.

We arrived in a simple, shop lot beside the road in Sungai Udang. Three stalls, each incomplete. So what i did was, i ordered from all the 3 stalls, cencaluk from stall number 1, masak asam stall number 2, masak lemak cili padi stall 3, back to stall 1, for sambal and to stall 3 for tempoyak (durian paste).Sounds so buruk lantak one, but i don't care la wei..I'm just a happy traveller.

I just adore, home cooked meals in the rual or sub urbans, each time i join a road trip. The shaggier the stall, the better..

I hereby declare that was the best, original, cooked from the heart-masak lemak cili padi (with pucuk ubi inside), and the super finger licking tempoyak, and i slurped down the asam pedas. Ya, sounds buruk lantak man..but seriously, i adore home cooked meals on road trips, and the simple stalls in Sungai Udang did it with flying colours.

Forget Jalan-jalan Cari Makan maa..so fake one.This is classier, no lip gloss is needed.

Better Rais's Tapai in Off the Edge, he's the guru man..
 

BUrpP...Mak KenYangg nya..

• Hey Sister go, Sister!
  

Ha haaa...Inilah my final adventure for Sem 2, Academic Session 08/09 !

Journey to Tanjung Leman is similar to the one suicidal persons often imagine themselves in. The only soul who seemed to enjoy the monotonous journey was Jack, while the rest of us snored away like ugly Sleeping Beauties and Snow Whites.

I had long ago surrendered referring to the map Jack got us. Why bother when all i could see is oil palm estates, they broke my heart by the way.

It took me by surprise, this Cabaran Memancing Tanjung Leman. Did fishes swim that close to the shore? Yeah, i was that naive, plus the fact that Jack got me a silly fishing rod suit for catching shrimps, that would snap into half the moment we put on the weight stone.

But when the eager contestants cast their baits into the sea, i understood.

The passion were lit, the challenge began.

And i went hiding under the shade of the tent, eating ice cream and stuffing myself with crackers. Ha ha ha..

• What The Crew Had for BreakfaSt in MerSing
  

We had breakfast like superstars that morning, in a shack which must have belonged to a village fisherman. It was a humid morning indeed in the shores of Pekan Mersing. But a good breakfast is vital. The breakfast shack offered, surprise, surprise, nasi dagang! I took mine with extra chilli fried beef, telur masin (salted duck egg) and of course, the thick gravy of ikan tongkol.

No karaoke, no piano, just the sounds of tired waves beating the beaten river banks, where tired boats stopped chugging to catch some breath.

On each table, kueh mueh for desserts were of bright colours, kueh ketayap. pulut kelapa, kueh apam..

Hey, you gotta grab this chance and join, well, you don't have a choice actually, ha ha. Drop by www.ips.usm.my for more details

sigh~

Dad had a hard life.

His parents passed away when he was 3, and since then, he was taken care by his 2 sisters.

Life was not easy. Working at the paddy field was treacherous, so he decided to change his life, for the better.

Dad walked a thousand miles, or more, to school. He braved the odds.

He went to KSAH, then to SAS, then to UM. He traveled the world, Japan, Kashmir..India, the UK..INdonesia..Thailand..He loves everything about the world's history, and he's a Math genius.

But all he wanted to do, was teach. He got offered numerous high positions within the government, PTD..and all the glamorous positions, but all he wanted to do, was teach.

He is a good teacher.

He raised us fiercely and with passion and love, to him, for us, the sky is the limit. We walked the world fearlessly, like he did in his younger days. We lived boldly, under his care.

Dad never raised a finger at me. But if he raised his voice an octave higher, i would feel bad all day, but he never let me feel bad for more than 4 hours. I think he feels guilty kot.

But he still faces a lot of challenges, till now. When brother passed away, he was so cool about it. But mom told us, he woke up in the middle of that nite and wandered off to brother's grave, and stayed there until Subuh, reciting the Quran. Mom kept him company for each night. Begitulah kasih sayang ibubapa kepada anak, sampai ke mati.

I hate to see him cry. It sends shivers down my spine, to see the strongest man in my life broke down like a 7 years old kid who's fallen off the bike.

He has to care for my mother, who mysteriously fell ill after brother passed away, but is keeping it together. He still takes care of my sister, who is married. To him, both of us are still little girls.

He buried his son.

He is the strongest man in my life.

 

  

I dunno how long i'm going to survive this shit

I've suggested to Bedz during supper tonite, that we should hike in Georgetown, Penang, since it's one of the World Heritage thingy.

Means that, we should just relax and take the RapidPenang, and stop at Jetty, and start to walk around, and into each crooks and nooks of this labyrinth of a city, ancient, yet exciting. That we should just pop into any funny and weird restaurants, or kedai kopi, to savour this town, in every aromas that linger. And to experience a massage parlour (most probably get our butts kicked outta place too), or stop and finger the laces of intricate fabrics, or sneeze at the wonderful spices and curries..

Ah..sigh..we should av pull the car over and stop to watch the Chinese Opera near jetty just now..

What a way to get rid of boredom. Go dance with nature

While hiking down from Pantai Kerachut (which will only took about one hour if you don't stop for photos), this natural pond took us by surprise!

Adus..macam kera dapat bunga.

I immediately jumped into the pool, and washed my tired face, and neck with the cool, minty stream. On the other side, sounds of the magnificent waves rushing into the Merimitic Lake was beaten by the screams of this rushing stream, with drops of mini waterfalls uphill.

The water is crystal clear, and i spotted small fish swimming gaily but soon erupted into a a wave of despair when i stepped in.

There was another spot of this place, half an hour in between, so no worries of getting overheated there!