“Jangan sombong.
Di atas langit masih ada langit.
Hanya saja berkatnya berbeda.”
~Yelisna Zalukhu
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“Anything you would like me to cook or make? Anything you’re craving?” That was my offer even though I knew there’s practically nothing they can’t get at T&T Supermarket in the city where they will be returning to.
Kitreena wanted Nasi Lemak at first, but changed her mind to Lontong. She changed her mind again to Nasi Lemak, but was okay with the vegan one at Hungry Tapir since we were going there the night before their flight. Lontong is easy enough for her to make 8,169 miles away nanti, katanya. While Edrick wanted his favorite Green Curry Pasta and he specifically craved for farfalle. The Dancing Chef Green Curry paste I usually used was a no-go. It had dried shrimp in it. So I grabbed Adabi Kurma powder at Hartamas when we made a quick run for some last minute stuff there.
Monday pagi-pagi lagi I was making pasta – unheard of at our Mesra home. Pasta has always been for dinner. Oh well!
VEGAN FARFALLE KURMA
4 cups of Barilla farfalle (boiled)
2 blocks of hard tofu (mashed)
1 packet of Adabi Kurma powder
1 cup of coconut cream
1 cup of pasta-boiled water
1 cup of grated kyuri
1 holland onion thinly sliced
½ cup of shallots thinly sliced
½ cup of fresh/frozen cilantro
cooking oil
salt and pepper
1. Sautee sliced shallots and holland onion in oil til golden brown.
2. Mix in mashed tofu, kurma powder, coconut cream, pasta water.
3. Simmer til boiling, pour in pasta, kyuri and cilantro.
4. Mix well, add salt and pepper to taste.
5. Serve with love.
Menitik airmata Edrick dapat makan Green Curry Pasta yang saya sempat buat, realizing that he might not get anything like it di negara omputeh. “Alahai sayang, nanti buatlah sendiri. Bukan susah sangat.” Ya, katanya. Tapi takkan lah dapat sama macam Mommy’s cooking. Of course lah. I am simply irreplaceable!
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On days when everything seems to push me down,
this video of Monchies playing on a swing
at Dua Pintu Homestay sure pulls me up.
And I would swing higher than ever.
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Since 2010, the house rule was… to always keep the door behind us closed. So whenever we left our rooms, or went downstairs, all the doors on the third floor should be shut. Mine, the kids’ and the linen closet doors. The reason was the wind, initially. And when Cino came into the household, he was an add-on to the rule. All the more reason why the doors should remain closed. The wind and the moving bulu.
But April 20th 2026, these doors were left open. Cino had left the house a week earlier. And then Monchies followed suit. When I came home from the airport after midnight, I was too exhausted to notice. But the next morning, as I opened my door to go downstairs, I was instantly reminded of who and what that would not be walking through them again. Ever.
Things have changed since. And so will the rules.
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This green and brown bangle, I didn’t find it. It was given to me by the person who found it. Years ago. Well, I am not even sure now if Simon actually found it and gave it to me because I was the first woman he saw after finding the bangle. Maybe he bought it for me and didn’t really wanna make a big deal out of it. But why would he have wanted to get me a bangle? It was so not him, and so not me. I can’t remember where Simon found it. He might have told me where, but I can’t remember where. And I have been forgetting to ask him where he found the bangle. Not that it matters now.
The bangle was not in a box when I got it. It was not wrapped, nor was it in a pouch or anything. Simon handed it to me bugil-bugil just like that. Yes, just like that. At first I thought, hmmm… green wasn’t really my color. Or even if it was, it wasn’t this green. Of all the 50 shades of green, this shade of green wasn’t really my shade of green. But I took it anyway, thanked Simon and kept it with my white bangle, my silver bangle and another green one that is in the shade-of-green-that-I-like bangle.
The thing is… I don’t think Simon even remembers it was him who found the bangle and it was him who gave it me, or it was me that he gave the bangle to. But I am writing about this green and brown bangle because I still keep it. That’s about it. I don’t just keep it, I actually wear it every once in a while. The green has grown on me and I have bought baju kurung, baju kelawar, and many baju lawa to match this shade of green. I am writing this because I can still remember the story behind it.
But you do notice that dot on my wrist, don’t you?
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5 Februari 2024
Kata Abah, panggilan sopannya ialah “Ketumpang Air“. Tapi istilah orang kebanyakannya ialah “Sirih Cina“. Khasiatnya banyak kalau dibuat ulam saja. Bila saya bawa balik ke rumah, Professor Botani Universiti Mesra cepat-cepat mencari nama sains dan istilah Inggeris nya.
Nama Saintifik:
PEPEROMIA PELLUCIDA
Common English Name:
MAN TO MAN
I am amazed that these two special men in my life share the same love for greens. They even read the same book: “100 Useful Herbs of Malaysia and Singapore” by Joseph Samy, M. Sugumaran & Kate Lee.
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Sabtu petang menjelang malam minggu adalah antara waktu-waktu paling mencabar untuk mendapatkan perkhidmatan Lalamove. Lebih-lebih lagi ke kawasan-kawasan ramai orang berkunjung dan bersukaria. Kawasan atas bukit, tak jauh dari langit.
Kita…
No different from the Lalamovers, fighting our own battles. For our needs are above and beyond all our wants. The struggles are real — some call it passion, the rest of us call it work.
This is not my life.
This is just me agi’ ngelaban.
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Kata-kata, kalau aku bawak menulis, dah berhalaman-halaman kertas kajang dah ni. Margin pun penuh, inikan pulak header dan footer. But akal berkata, hold your tongue, Enida. Awasi lidahmu.
Emosi stabil, tak jadi hal. Cuma tidur tak nyenyak kebelakangan ini. Sudah lah tadi terpandang mesej lama ex-staf dengan staf supplier berkomplot buat barang ribu-ribu sorok-sorok. Tak marah. Bukti banyak. Lawyer pun banyak.
Tidur selalu terkejut-terkejut 4-5 malam ni. Macam jatuh dari Meryal water slide kat Lusail. Minda tak settled memikirkan putar belit suppliers yang lambat hantar tempahan kita. Nasib baik customer super cool sebab kita dah maklumkan awal-awal kita pun cuak buat barang dengan supplier pasir berdengung tu.
Tak baik kalau aku assume semua Pak-Pak Istan tu banyak auta. Tapi setiap kali aku minta tracking number, tiba-tiba dia accident motor lah, handphone pecah lah, mak dia meninggal lah, sepupu dia kahwin lah, duit payment kita dah habis dia buat beli lembu lah, business partner tipu bawak lari duit lah. Eh hello!
Kalau lepas ni dia buat drama gempa bumi, pokok tumbang atas bumbung rumah, air laut naik sampai paras bulu dada, airport terbakar, DHL kena samun atau bini dia baru jatuhkan talak tiga dalam satu nafas, kau rasa nak percaya ke lagi?
Prefrontal Cortex aku dah sarat dengan hal yang berat-berat. Jadi bila aku pakai baju kebarung tahun 1996 hari ni dan terpandang jahitan hujung lengannya dah terbuka (istilah mak aku ialah terbertas, istliah mak orang ialah tertetas)… aku rasa bersyukur atas banyak benda.
Lepas dah bersyukur barulah aku jelas hari ni nak makan apa. Mungkin kekusutan fikiran membuatkan aku tak boleh terjemah selera. Aku pun orderlah nasi dengan Ayam Masak Merah. Untuk malam karang aku order siap-siap nasi dengan Ayam Masak Kicap. Bila Abang Beruang datang hantar, rupanya penjual sedekahkan aku Ayam Masak Lemak Cili Api dengan Sambal Kentang lagi.
Maka nikmat Tuhan yang mana satukah hendak aku dustakan, kan?
Aku malah kagum dengan ayam-ayam semua yang pandai masak.
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Sampai masanya kau akan penat jadi semua orang untuk semua orang. Sampai masanya walaupun kau buat semua benda untuk semua orang; kau sanggup, kau mampu, kau ikhlas dan kau senang… kau tetap juga akan jera, jelak, jenuh dan jerih. Sebab kau bukan semua orang. Tak semua orang layak mendapatkan semua benda dari kau. Dan kau pun tak layak buat semua benda.
Ya, sebab kau bukan semua orang. Walaupun untuk satu orang.
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Semakin kita banyak kerja dan semakin kesuntukan masa, semakin lah kita nak mengemas kononnya. Macam semalam, kita nak tengok apa dalam peti ais yang dah boleh dihapuskira. Itu saja nawaitunya.
Tetapi…
Tiba-tiba kita terpandang kacang panjang yang dah naik kecut kesejukan. Kalau tak bermasak, alamatnya minggu depan lah peminat kacang panjang di Mesra ni baru jumpa jalan balik. Orangnya nun di Batu Berendam.
Jadi kita pun berpencak silat lah di Cucina Mesra, asah pisau, capai papan pemotong, sambar Geragau dalam tempat sejuk beku, kupas bawang, buka balang emping cili, pukul telur sampai berbuih!
3 cawan kacang panjang potong 1-2 inci
3 sudu besar Geragau Tawau
3 biji bawang putih dihiris
2 biji bawang merah dihiris
2 biji telur dipukul laju-laju
1 sudu kecil emping cili
1 sudu kecil Cukup Rasa
1 sudu besar minyak masak
- Panaskan minyak, tumis bawang-bawang.
- Campurkan Geragau, emping cili dan Cukup Rasa sampai keemasan.
- Masukkan telur, kacau selama 30 saat.
- Sudahi dengan kacang panjang yang telah dipendekkan. 2 minit cukup.
Boleh dimakan dengan nasi panas, nasi sejuk, nasi lesung, nasi periuk atau pulut. Yang penting, mesti makan. Kalau tak makan tapi mengada-ngada nak mengadu lapar, Enida malas nak layan.
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