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The reason why I went upstairs was just to get a triple A battery for my mouse. That was it. But it was then that I saw the Ikan Tongkol that I defrosted earlier in the evening to make Asam Pedas of. Tapi oleh kerana I had taken the kids to have a North Indian dinner at The Rolling Pin after Kitreena’s appointment with our South African chiropractor, Dr Boden, the tuna never made it to the pot.

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Nak tak nak, I set the triple A battery on the kitchen island sekejap and went for the bawang-bawang and the bunga kantan nan tiga kuntum to start menumis the Asam lah Pedas. Ngoseng-oseng and kelentung-kelentang and a pot of Asam Pedas Ikan Tongkol later, I knew I was so lah smelling worse than bawang that I went another floor up to pompom (that is mandi in Monchies baby-baby dictionary).

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While mandi-ing, I saw that the drain-hole filter could use some scrubbing. So scrubbing lah pulak sedikit sebanyak in the shower thinking that I really should get back to the office to tukar the battery of the mouse. The laundry that I started before going up to get the battery pun might be done and ready untuk diampai already.

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Sure enough, while I was on the way down from the shower to the kitchen to put away all the clean dishes, I heard the washing machine’s panggilan pulau song. Dishes away and the Asam Pedas Ikan Tongkol dah masuk dalam bekas to wait for it to cool and put away later, I made my way down to the laundry drying room.

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Black load out, colored load in, and white load all sprayed with bleach or Vanish… there I was mengampai laundry lah pulak. That done, I got into folding (mostly) towels and socks from the previous dried load. Terpandang lantai and got thinking, if I didn’t give it a sweep there and then, it would be dustier the next time I would do laundry, which is Saturday. So menyapu lah a bit, sementara rajin.

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Done sweeping, I took approximately 15 steps before arriving at Airwings’ office. It was when I sat at the computer to activate the screen that I realized that the triple A battery for the mouse was still upstairs, on the kitchen island where I left it before making the Asam Pedas Ikan Tongkol with Bunga Kantan 3 Kuntum, before doing the scrubbing job in the shower, and before doing the laundry.

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I went upstairs, grabbed the triple A battery, came back downstairs, changed the mouse’s battery and was going to do work exactly like I was supposed to, sebelum naik ke tingkat atas for the triple A battery in the first place. But it was then that I got to writing this entry. Sebab tiba-tiba terasa begitu multi-tasking.

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Lah sangat!

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multitasking.

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I makan spaghetti petang tadi, ingat you. I makan sandwich malam semalam, ingat you. I makan keropok losong Pak Ngah lepas makan spaghetti dua suap ni pun, ingat you. Apatah lagi bila I makan asam pedas ikan kembung yang you cadangkan I masak esok tu, dah tentu lah I ingat you.

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I sampai tak pergi makan angin, ingat you. Dan bila you tak ada, I makan hati… ingat you. .

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Maka makannya....

I tau lah you sentiasa ada dalam hati I. Tapi you kat mana? You… you kat mana?

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I go check all place. From bedroom to carbird. Inside all drawer oso looking. One by one. Oready so long I buy the book. Before I go Kuching wif chudren that day. Two book I buy. One toury guide, one this Singlish book. Because I like broken English. Naymine, dis day who care grammer what? English got class. Stardy from book oso can get diploma loh. Easy busy.

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So I look-look, still cannot remember oready how the book look alike. So many book, so sayang, but wana read all oso got no time. Keep here, keep there. Never read. For display ony. Book carbird oso no have in my house. Keep every where. If reading book got no time, how can writing got time? Impossiber.

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But got English class next week, I tell you. Because English got class, got standard. Must learn one. Broken oso can repair.

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Say What?

Mal Info

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Listen to this.

And the purpose of making an announcement is … ?

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More Than Words

The more I deal with difficult challenging people, the more I learn about myself. About my patience and about my capacity to restrain myself from saying something outrageously smart, or more often than not… painfully obvious.

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The Kangkung ChallengeJust yesterday… I learned that I am actually very particular when it comes to cooking vegetables; leafy green vegetables, specifically speaking. Not many of them need cooking much anyway, except those that are exotic like tapioca leaves, the edible ferns and the pumpkin leaves.

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Kailan, bak choy, spinach and kangkung are among the very delicate green vegies that wilt very quickly. That was why when I bought the three ‘ikat’ of kangkung at Mercato yesterday, I knew what I was going to do with it. Tumis belacan or taucu. And I was going to do it my way.

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But when everything was ready and prepared by my helper, she started talking about how she would usually cook kangkung dishes back home. Like this lah, like that lah. And since she doesn’t eat my cooking much – I noticed, perhaps she doesn’t like my Chinese-style cooking – I decided to let her do it her way.

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So my helper cooked the kangkung her way.

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Halfway through, I reminded her to not let it simmer too long or the leaves would wilt. She added COLD water for more ‘kuah’, waited for the kuah to boil and turned off the heat, put the lid on and let it sit.

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I took a very very deep breath, said nothing, and went on YouTube to look for a soothing song like “Didn’t I Tell You” by Rumi. It was actually a poem with a background instrumental song I have grown to love over the years. I so needed some distraction! This kangkung challenge was really making me think of how to make my helper realize that she was overcooking the vegetable!

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It wasn’t her. It was me. I don’t speak my mind very well. I either cut like a knife or burn like wildfire. But I remained silent.

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Little that I knew… God was listening. And He did all the speaking to my helper when she was scooping the kangkung from the pot into the serving bowl. “Kelayuan ini kangkung, Buk. Malah kebanyakan air. Nanti kalo masak ini lagi, saya coba, jangan kelamaan di api. Saya tuh senang sama yang kraok kraok kraok kalo dikunyah.”

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I just smiled.

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I thanked God last night – more than usual – for the strength He gave me to hold my tongue.

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Some People

I was telling my sister about some people who simply do not have courtesy. But it was her response that made me realize that those who do not have courtesy towards me, have no respect either. KaCher said…

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Bukan tak ada courtesy. Dia memilih.

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Enough said.

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Saya terbaca serangkap pantun Hari Raya hari ini di dinding Facebook seorang sahabat. Tidak lah saya tahu sama ada ia asli dan dikarang oleh teman kepada sahabat saya itu, atau sekadar disalin-dan-lekat sahaja. Sekali baca, saya tersenyum. Agak lucu pembayang pantun empat kerat, tujuh-lapan sukukata itu.

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Lembu cuit buaya,
buaya baling tin;
Selamat hari raya,
maaf zahir batin.

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Kali kedua membacanya terasa ia agak menjengkelkan. Sebagai seorang pendidik bahasa, walaupun Bahasa Inggeris, saya sanjung tinggi keindahan bahasa Melayu. Dan sejujurnya saya rasakan bahawa pantun ini pantun malas. Malas mencari pembayang yang indah-indah. Atau mungkin juga penulisnya cuba untuk menghiburkan pembaca dengan pembayang yang dirasakan lucu.

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Lalu keluar lah sembang antara saya dengan sahabat saya, mempermainkan pantun ini.

Enida: Lembu tu berani ke cuit buaya, babe?

Kawan: Hehehe…

Enida: Buaya yang boleh baling tin tu buaya apa?

Kawan: Buaya darat.

Enida: Ishhh ye ke?

Kawan: Buaya jadian kot.

Enida: Eh, ni mesti buaya tembaga ni. Tin tu pun tin tembaga sepatutnya.

Kawan: Hahaha!

Enida: Lembu tu kalau dia cuit buaya, sure tak sempat jadi rendang raya ni, kan?

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Pantun ku ini...

Sahabat saya terus diam selepas itu. Mungkin jengkel juga dengan saya yang mempermainkan pantun teman beliau. Namun saya akui, bagus juga lah pantun ini berbanding pantun ‘Pak Ali Pergi Ke Kedai‘.

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