One Hundred Two

I am a fan of Edamame* and my easiest access to it is by going to Sushi King (or any sushi shop for that matter).

The other day (and I meant monthsss back) Nani texted me with an excitement extraordinaire asking me if I want raw Edamame sold at Isetan's wet market as they were having some sort of Japanese fair. I said yes without any hesitation.

During my following visits to Isetan, I would return home in disappointment knowing Edamame wasn't at the vegetable rack.

So I was determined enough to google where to get raw edamame in KL and thank goodness the search brought me to Ben's Independent Store.

I am sooo going to Publika anytime this week. Afterall I have an unfinished business in Jalan Duta. They better don't upset me this time.

Horay!



*Edamame /ˌɛdəˈmɑːmeɪ/ or edamame bean is a preparation of immature soybeans in the pod, found in the cuisine of China, Japan, Korea and Hawaii. The pods are boiled or steamed and served with salt

One Hundred One

I am a die hard fan of pulasan. I can finish a 2kg pulasan in half an hour.

When going out for lunch just now, in the car, Sapek suddenly asked, "Jaja nak pulasan tak? Pokok pulasan kat rumah staff kita tengah berbuah. Nanti kita belikan sebakul."

I nodded and thanked him for his thoughtfulness. And he continued, "Nampak tak betapa dalamnya cinta kita pada Jaja?"

I turned my body facing him now, and grinned and asked, "Boleh tak every time kita basuhkan baju awak, kita tanya soalan tu?"

"Okay! Okay! Bisinglah Jaja."

LOL.

One Hundred

We were in Kota Bahru for a dear friend's wedding last week and wajik was served.

In front of everyone including mom, Cik Nah, my brother and my other collaegues, the husband be like,

"La... ini ke wajik? Yang macam lagu 'wajik dan dodol' (Refering to Anuar & Elina Hari Raya song) tu?"

Everyone burst into laughter. And he blushed.

Last night he recalled the incident.

"Malu betul kita pasal kes wajik haritu. Habis tercalar imej kita sebagai seorang yang knowledgable," he recollected.

I almost choked hearing him proclaiming to be knowledgable. It had always been "handsome" all this while.

Cute.

Ninety Nine

I was normally pretty excited to start working even after a long holiday. This time was different. Even when I was due to check e-mails and replenish the stock, I still dreaded to wake up.

This was one of the most fun Eid celebration I had. Probably because we had it differently. Fun, but tiring. Very tiring. Sakit badan.

Here are some raya photos. Lama dah tak upload gambar banyak-banyak kat sini.

Ninety Eight

SRIKANDI HATIKU

Santun bicaranya
Molek senyumnya
Sopan setiap derap langkah
Lembut segenap wajah

Wahai sri kandi hatiku,
Di sebalik keindahan rautmu
Dan kerendahan dirimu
Seorang pejuang hidup yang tabah
Yang gagah
Meniti masa gelap dan cerah

Walau jauh dudukmu
Sang permaisuriku,
Ketahuilah - singgahsanamu telah kupahat utuh di sanubariku

Bagi setiap palit luka
Dan bahasa yang mengguris jiwa
Aku pohon keampunan
Dan kutitip doa harapan
Agar kau penuh sejahtera

Sri kandiku, ibuku,
Tiada galang ganti
Sentiasalah mekar dengan senyuman
Moga dilimpahi rahmat Ilahi
Setiap nafasmu dan seluruh hidupmu

Selamat ulang tahun, mama

Ninety Seven

I was waiting for the items I bought at the supermarket to be scanned and checked out until I saw him. He was in his everyday blue uniform, holding a sweeper in his left hand and something else he picked up from the floor on the right hand.

My eyes were glued on him.

He came closer to the counter I was at... and he dropped the coin he collected into the donation box.

Subhanallah.

He. A cleaner. Probably a Nepalese. Who earns most probably lesser than a thousand ringgit. Could've kept the money to himself. But chose not to instead.

Masya Allah.

I was in awe. May Allah bless him with a greater reward for his kindness.

Ninety Six

Yesterday we both went (for the third time) to the newly opened outlet near the airport for some hari raya shopping. We went back empty handed nevertheless.

In an outlet selling jeans, I was traumatised with the fact that I'm putting on weight and would not fit in my usual size. But he insisted that I tried a pair. So I asked for a size twice bigger than my current one...

...and it was large! I could put my two hands in the pants! Then I tried a smaller size (but a size bigger than my current one)...

...it was still bigger!

Alhamdulillah. I'm still the same... physically speaking. Hehe.