Month: March 2023

Loki

Loki as a kitten, soon after his brother left for the Rainbow Bridge

I’m going to take the chance to dash off an entry here whilst I can. Typing this as I lounge with Loki, my first ever pet cat after yonks of not keeping one. He was left on the grass verge outside my house when he was still a very small kitten, his eyes were barely open. He was with his brother Tom, who was killed in a very tragic incident that involved Joe. It hurts me to describe the incident so I shall not but I cried my eyes out for 3 days when Tom died.

Scarface, Abang Long Kawasan 😅

I took care of Tom and Loki as if they were my own babies. I would wake up in the wee hours of the morning and feed them specially formulated kitten formula from this teeny-weeny feeding bottle with the long rubber teats meant for newborn kittens. I placed a heating pad under the blankets they slept in, to simulate their (absent) mother’s body heat. Apparently, this is one of the main causes of death in abandoned kittens ~ hypothermia. They cannot generate their own body heat and need their mother’s body heat to warm them up. In the absence of a mother, a heating pad or anything else that can warm them up is required. (Thank God for the heating pad I had for my back pain!)

He will be 9 years old come September this year. He’s the most loving boy with a scar across his face from a fight he must have had with the neighbour’s cat. As I type this, lying on my stomach… he is lying between my calves, I can feel his wet nose on my skin 😅 and hear his loud purring. His ears are wonky because of the aural hematoma he suffered several months ago. Cost me a pretty penny at the vet’s but anything for my “firstborn” anak bulu.

Lina will be coming to see me later this morning to pass me a document I need in my legal action against the company that is suppose to pay me my dividend but is not. I just want my capital back, maaaan… These people are fast getting on my tits. Lina, as my Relationship Manager with the company at the time (she has since left) should have given me that document when I signed up. Her superior, that obsequious Mia Zundels Bukhara, should have done it too… but didn’t. Nak duit orang aje tapi service ke laut.

My social anxiety is causing me to dread the meeting. I am such an anti-social beast these days that I truly dread meeting people. Why can’t I just run my life without having to meet people? 😅

What’s Up Gais?

Made KA’s Colek today coz I have been wanting to try what it tastes like. Not something that I would eat again in a hurry. It’s all right lah.. it’s just fried stuff that one dips into a rather sweet spicy sauce. I prefer my colek to be of the fruit kind.

I added chicken fillets that I breaded myself to the mix that Kha*rul Am*ng had suggested so that not everything was processed on that plate… OMG. The Lollo Bionda was the saving grace ~ added colour AND fibre 😅

The final product with the sauce:

I think the kepok keping was the best part! 💃🏻

Puro Dolor

With Wes back it’s rather difficult to keep up to a post a day on here.

I have been in excruciating pain since Ramadhan 1444H started ~ sciatica flare-up. Nerve pain that shoots from my L4-L5 region up to my shoulder blades and down to the side of my left leg down to the ankle.

It’s so painful that I can’t sleep 😣

I got myself a TENS machine that is helping greatly, Alhamdulillah.

Berceratok Angok

We live on the doorstep of one of the most famous and “celebrated” Pasar Ramadhans in Kuala Lumpur (if not Malaysia!) here in TTDI but I have not been to it even before the pandemic lockdowns for absolute years.

pic courtesy of Foursquare

I am not about to start now, with the prospect of catching Ms Rona (my fellow KK member, Ecah, went yesterday and she said it was shoulder-to-shoulder, berceratok-angok, as Allahyarhamha my Gran would say. *shudders*) and me hating crowds anyhoos… it’s an absolute no-go.

The food sold there pun, you have to make sure it’s sold by those who actually sell food outside of Ramadhan. At least that way you can be assured it will taste OK. Otherwise, سبحا ن الله … these “situational vendors” (those people who only managed to obtain a booth/spot in the Pasar Ramadhan from DBKL for the month but are not food vendors at other times) sell food that is soooo tak sedap. Since it’s in TTDI, they will charge premium prices but the taste and quality semua ke Jurang Mariana 😫

As a result, by the 4th or 5th day, people would already know their food is tak sedap so their food will be tak lake. By the 2nd week, they will recycle the food that is left unsold and those who don’t yet know their food is bad will buy… and will get food poisoning as a result. Aaand… the cycle continues. This is why acik kosser, noksies.. 🫤 Besides that, all this over-consumption of food is anathema to the spirit of Ramadhan and the purpose of fasting. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Might as well eat my simple food at home, which I know is not only “halalan” but also “toyyiban” as well ~ clean and hygienic, made with the best ingredients only. Alhamdulillah wa Shukrulillah for the ability and rizq from Allah to be able to prepare food at home easily. 🤲🏻

Update 30/03/23: The YDPA and RPA mencemar duli to visit the TTDI Pasar Ramadhan today. Lagiiiiiilah berceratok angok ummah kat situ! 🤦🏻‍♀️

Marhaban Ya Ramadhan

First day of Ramadhan 1444H today. Didn’t do much, just a simple iftar at home with the usual dishes that we usually eat for dinner… nothing extra, except for the chemil-chemilan for the actual breaking of fast. The helper would make Arabic luqaimat (fried dough balls drenched in syrup), sambosa, vegetable spring rolls, Indonesian bakwan or tauhu isi. (NOT all at one time, just one or two max per iftar.)

Luqaimat pic courtesy of The Donut Hole

That’s the adat in this house, we break our fast with dates and these “appetisers” then we adjourn for Maghrib solah. We only have a full, proper meal (dinner) after we have done Maghrib. Nothing extra, just rice/bread with 2-3 dishes as we usually eat outside of Ramadhan. Baaas…

After the meal, Wes likes to have his cuppa char brewed soni dharti-style, by his wife’s own hand… and after that off he goes to taraweeh at the venue of his choice for the day ~ it could be Al-Kha*dem, the masjid near our house or even at home with me. These days he doesn’t even ask for moreh after he returns from his taraweeh. Back in the day, we would serve him whatever dessert I made or if there is none, it would be fruit and the leftover chemilan from iftar.

Epiphany

This family has gained a new supir, Alex passed his driving test yesterday (3rd time lucky!) I had already told him if he didn’t pass this time, I will not be paying for further tests nor extra classes 😅 Alhamdulillah, he passed. He had gotten “stuck” on the circuit (litar) part of the test, previously. The first time it was because he wasn’t used to the car used in the test and the clutch “sensitivity” was different and as a result of fumbling, he couldn’t hold his position when asked to stop on the hill part of the circuit.

When he was a toddler, Alex loved cars. Lightning McQueen was one of his faves. Tidur pun pegang Lightning McQueen in one chubby hand and the other hand will be clutching another toy car. I had to gently pry the toy cars out of his hands every night whilst he was fast asleep 😆

The second time, parallel parking was his undoing. He wasn’t exactly in the box ke apa. Whatever it is, Alhamdulillah that he has passed now. His brother Sascha passed the first time around because he took an automatic car licence test. Alex nak “flex” and tunjuk macho by taking a manual car licence test, so mendapatlah dengan clutch segala bagai 😅 It’s a good thing though that he can drive a stick. It could be a skill that can come in handy, who knows. Like that time when we were in Cape Town and the only automatic car left to rent was a Mercedes E-Class that would have cost me RM5,000 for 3 days. The alternative was a manual V*lkswagen Polo… so acik was forced to use her rusty stick-driving skillz 😆 Cuba kalo acik tak reti drive manual. Melopong lah… the family wedding convoy schtick at the time required everyone to have cars.

In other news, I want to record here for posterity that two days ago, Wes told me he realised something… perhaps a bit too late.. that he should have stuck with his ventures even when things went very badly. (Haaaa… finally!) He said, all his friends who stuck with things even when things went badly pear-shaped, managed to make something of themselves… managed to succeed.

Yalah, kau kan ada “safety net” aka yours truly. This is why you never had the staying power to stick with your business ventures to see them through. Susah skit, givap… rasa pressured sikit mulalah buat excuses nak cabut lari. Wes does have this tendency… to escape, to run away… when he cannot handle things. He even left us, his family… the children were so small still to kononnya try his luck overseas.

Did he ask me first whether I would be OK on my own with the kids..? NOT AT ALL. He never asked me whether it was OK for him to leave me on my own to care for our small children and myself… he just TOLD me he was not coming back home after he went to visit his dying father (whom I adored to pieces). Boleh? So apalah takat business² dia tu dia nak tinggalkan. Kita ni yang memang TANGGUNGJAWAB dan AMANAH yang Allah SWT letakkan kat dia pun dia boleh leave just like that. So…? *shrug*

Baguslah at this ripe old age nak masuk 6-series ni, he finally got the “epiphany” (which was terang lagi bersuluh Stadium Camp Nou for everyone else around him to see dah lama berjaman… but tak apalah…) I just mentioned the adage, “A rolling stone gathers no moss”. He heartily agreed, as though he heard it the first time. May Allah SWT Guide you to be someone who is stronger and more steadfast to anything you commit to, Wes. May Allah SWT turn you into a “stone that gathers moss”. Aameen!

Sebabi itu acik rasa, what AH said in his vitriolic missives to Wes tu… banyak yang hit the mark juga. And I feel that quite a few has made him change a little, for the better… which is ALHAMDULILLAH. Otherwise, siapa yang berani nak sebut pada Wes all these hard truths yang kena setepek kat batang idung aquiline dia? So ada hikmahnya juga apa yang abang dia AH ni buat.

May Allah SWT Guide AH to be a better sibling and human being. Aameen.

Don’t be that AsSol (Yusof)

News about Sy*msul Yusof filing for nusyuz against his wife P*teri Sar*h crossed my IG timeline today. He also alleges that Sar*h cheated on him with her ex-bf who is also married. Adoiii… Small Dick Energy betei ko ni AsSol.(Ramainyaaaaa lah assholes dalam dunia ni, kan? *hantuk kepala dia kat dinding*)

How “classy” tetiba alleging macam² and casting terrible aspersions on the mother of your children. Dahlah ko takmo lepaskan dia, out of pure spite. Ko kan dah ada bini baru… and now just because you want to spite her, you refuse to divorce her. Pastu kasi excuse cheebs: “Saya masih sayangkan dia lagi” 🙄🙄🙄 Puuuuiiiii….

Kalo ko “sayangkan” dia lagi, ko takkan lukakan hati dia by even fraternising with that twerking kongaja bint, you even MARRIED the belen which drives the stake into a wife’s heart even deeper. Yes, polygamy is allowed in Islam and even though I am not a wife who will accept it, I am never one to say that it is wrong, because Allah SWT allows it. However, surely ada cara yang lebih baik to go about it. AND… if your first wife cannot accept it, the best thing is to let her go in goodness, not deal in spite and acrimony like this.

Now that he alleges she had an affair and macam², in Islam he is required to produce 4 witnesses that have to fulfil certain criteria. If he still accuses her and cannot produce incontrovertible proof attested by these 4 witnesses, the punishment of wrongly accusing a chaste woman is 80 lashes. Times like these I wish this country practised hudud laws. Bior padan kena 80 of the best from an ekor pari whip. Tak duduk seumur hidup lah ko..

Went to B*rkat Madinah today to do some pre-Ramadhan 1444H shopping. Bought 5kgs of Ajwa Aliya (they are even better quality than the so-called “VVIP” ones katanya, sebbaek acik tak salah beli! 😅 ) , 2 kgs of Maryami, 2kgs of Deglet Nour (Wes likes them so much *shrug*) and 3 kgs of Medjool. I intend to send some to the Ketupat Krew, the rest should tide the fam over until the end of Ramadhan, inshaaAllah.

Bought everyone shawarma sammiches from the kiosk outside of the supermarket. Ate mine whilst it was still hot on the drive back. (I wasn’t driving, Idham the driver was). It was massive, filled me completely. (The shawarma sandwich lah!) 😅