Saturday, October 22, 2005
The Aftermath
Today, I realised two things. One - I had no freakin' idea that there was a damn tapioca tree growing in my sister's backyard and two - my first attempt to bake "kuih bingka ubi kayu" may as well had given an archaelogist hypertension.
The day started when my mom to grate the TAPIOCA. I was all, "When did you buy this?" and my mom went, "We have a tapioca tree growing at the back!". Apparently, when she was cleaning out all the weeds in the backyard (which was just one lalang away from resembling a damn hutan belantara) she stumbled upon a big ass root thingy and pulled it out and Eureka! We have tapioca! It was like striking oil ... only .... not. My former maid had obviously put her gardening skills to good use when she planted the tree last year.
So, after grating about 10 pieces of tapioca and ending up with a measly bit, I followed my mom's instructions and put the baby in the microwave, since my sister did not have the conventional type. Within 30 minutes, pungent scents of vanilla, coconut and butter filled the air in the house. Mmmm ... smells delicious, or so I thought. After another 30 minutes, things turned ugly. The sides of the bingka in the baking dish were charred and my mom was all, "That's why I said cannot use microwave to bake this. Must use the normal oven." We both looked at each other and ended up laughing. I think I cracked her up after I said that we might need to borrow a "gerudi" from the construction worker to cut the bingka. The bloody thing did not wanna budge! Needless to say I manage to salvage a few pieces, well, crumbs actually.
Sigh ... looks like I have to go out and buy some kuih from the Ramadan bazar now cause my aunty and her family are coming over. If not, I'll be all ... "Radioactive bingka for dessert?"
green leaf ;
Al-Fatihah ~~My deepest condolences to our Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi for the demise of his loving wife, Datin Seri Paduka Endon Mahmood (1940 - 2005)No one could have imagined the pain she endured. More importantly, no good-hearted person deserves to feel that kind of pain. At least she is at peace now. May Allah bless her kind soul.
It is very devastating to lose a parent. I speak from experience. Although you know they are sick and that day will eventually come, the feeling of utter sadness and devastation just washes over your body. You feel numb. You think, "Oh God, I can't believe he/she is gone." How does one cope when realising you just lost the love of your life? Despite knowing this fact, the PM was the pillar of strength for his children. But we are all humans. Seeing a picture of him holding back his tears after burying his wife on the NST website couldn't have been sadder.
While the country was mourning for the loss of our First Lady, some insensitive Malaysians decided to relish on the idea that Monday might be declared a holiday. According to a former colleague (who is a senior columnist and editor at the NST), SMSes were being sent nationwide by someone saying that the former Deputy Prime Minister Tun Ghafar Baba had also "passed away" and that a joint funeral should be held since the PM's wife had also died. I would like to ask this person, "How can you live in your skin?" By the by, Tun Ghafar is still alive, although quite ill. What the hell kind of community do we live in, people? How some people can be so shallow and blatantly rude is beyond me.
I know it's a little pre-mature to say this (since we still have two months to go before the new year), but I think this year was by far the worst year ever! So many catastrophes, so many lives perished.
Life is short. Let's be good to ourselves and to other people.
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Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Never again. Yes, as the Blogger people and all of you out there reading this are my witnesses, I will never trust anyone ever again. Being screwed over left, right and centre eventually took its toll on me. The thing that hurt the most was when I found out the person who betrayed my trust was an extended family member. They say that blood is thicker than water. I say fuck it!
Needless to say I have been burned one too many times. Enough is enough. Sometimes I think I was put on this earth solely for the purpose of being screwed over by people. At this point, I can't confront this so-called family member of mine because of certain circumstances. But all I wanna say to this person is ... "Next time, just tell me to bend over!" Besides, I have a pretty strong backbone to sustain the knife of that magnitude.
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The Aftermath
