These are the last 10 nights of Ramadhan 1444H, I don’t really have the time to post, even though I am in isolation in a different from the Covid patient, Wes.
Tonight is the night of the 28th of Ramadhan 1444H.
Wes’ Home Surveillance Order will end on Thursday, 20th April 2023. He’s already planning to go chipping and putting.
I need to go check the apartment vacated by that useless tenant who always paid rent late. I need to return him his deposit.
Dad was discharged from the hospital today. I hope he won’t get “funny” ideas like he did on the day he fell whilst bathing. نعوذ بالله من ذلك
I don’t like to write in this blog when Wes is around. This evening he has an iftar do at our religious class centre (let’s call the place AK). He left around 630pm just now and I am now taking the chance to dash off a quick entry whilst I can.
I baked a fudge-y brownie for Ustadh Shafiq this morning before my AI Capital Zoom Meet. Wes wanted to give Ustadh an “iftar pack” (tahapa² entah dalam kepala dia ~ “iftar pack”) when he meets Ustadh Shafiq at the do at AK this evening. I didn’t understand him at first, thinking why would he want to give Ustadh an “iftar pack” if they are already going to have iftar at the centre? Rupanya he wanted to give a Ramadhan gift pack…
Ramadhan dah nak habis dah mana nak cari Ramadhan gift packs lagi ni.. so I just said I’d bake Ustadh and his children the brownies that I usually bake for them. So itulah ceritanya… then whilst I was making the brownies this morning, Wes came down to the kitchen and said he would like to taste a piece. Hadoiii… if I give him a piece, rosaklah the whole look of the entire tray of brownies that I want to give to Ustadh S! SO now…after my taraweeh in a while, I am going to go down to whip up another batch of fudge-y brownies. (I even bought some vanilla ice-cream just now, just for the ‘occasion’! 😆)
Dato’ Seri Michael MyAss Liew 🐽 Penipu Scammer Cheebuy
Had to meet our lawyer, Richard (Rick), at Dad’s this afternoon. Rick had also requested to meet up with Zane. It was a fruitful meeting I think, because at least Dad and Zane were put up to speed with the latest developments in the progress of our legal action against Rainmaker, Asia Cornerstone, Crest Advisory and ACE.
Rick did say that the case against Rainmaker et al is proving to be difficult because we need to pin the case on the owner of all these disparate companies. The cross-holdings and convoluted network of companies and the structure within which each operates make it very difficult to pin things down on that bagero Michael Marcus Liew. Rick was saying we have to start to think “out of the box”, may have to bend a few (minor) rules to get to where we want.
!الله المستعان
Auntie V told me that she will be going to Londres after Eid with Maya, her “princess”. They were supposed to go back to the “kampung” but since tak jadi, they are STILL going to go travel. Kata duit tak ada, but still travelling halfway across the world, with airline tickets costing the way they do these days. Mengarut betul. No wonder Dad is loathe to give this woman any money. I think money is like a glowing coal that burns a hole in her pocket… she just HAS to ‘get rid’ of it, no matter what. 🤷🏻♀️
Wes has gone to Pasar Pasir Penambang to get our stock of fresh fish and seafood for the rest of the month of Ramadhan 1444H. I decided not to follow because of my back problem. It’s just gotten better, Alhamdulillah, and I do not want to aggravate it by having to sit 2 hours in a car going to and fro KL – Kuala Selangor.
Once I get my prawns, I will want to make the ‘instant’ chee cheong fun (using Vietnamese rice paper for the skin) that went viral all over TikTok and elsewhere several months back. Must make the chilli crisp with dried shrimp as well for total authenticity.
Made dadih (milk pudding) with the help of #FrauThermaSechs 2 days ago.
The Milo one was so tasty, even the plain one tasted good.
I don’t know if I’ll ever make them again though. Rather sweet… although I could reduce the condensed milk in the recipe.
Bought these cute 120ml glass jars from a Thermomix advisor who had an extra set. Love them. Next project should be my own homemade yoghurt, انشاءالله 💃🏻
Yesterday I finally finished all the monthly reports for our family’s charitable fund, that goes by the acronym TPKHAS. I gatal² pi volunteer to be the Treasurer at its inception… now padankan dengan muka aku. 😅 Bak kata Mr Os terlajak overbite, “tak ada keghoje cari keghoje” 😂
My aunt (Dad’s youngest sister), Olivia, is the chairperson for said fund. She refers to me as “Puan Bendahari” when referring to me in my capacity as the fund’s Treasurer 😆 Wot a bleddy thankless job.. not that I am hard-up for the family members’ gratitude but show some appreciation lah for our efforts in wanting to keep the family united and closer through this fund and its charitable contributions.
As my cousin, one of the regular contributors to the fund said to me, “No one really cares.” He is absolutely RIGHT. No one in the entire family gives a shite, really. Here I was, being stressed because I haven’t finished the monthly reports since December 2021 but no one cares whether I put them up or not. In the family Waksep group yesterday, I told everyone I am resigning from the job because I cannot deal with the extra stress (on top of my worrying about my capital that bleddy Rainmaker and ACE are not returning to me yet!) I cited my anxiety and mental health issues, no one even bothered to write to me and make appropriate noises wishing me well or whatnot… absolutely nothing, except for my cousin Zack here (Zack is Aunt Olivia’s eldest son).
Wes is off to KLIA to pick up our spiritual guru and Ustadh, Dato’ SHY. He had sent Dato’ SHY off to the airport last Thursday night, because he had told Dato’ SHY that he is free for whatever “khidmat” he can perform for him. So he as asked by SHY to drive him to his medical appointment in town last Tuesday and then to the airport on Thursday night for him to catch his 2am flight to DBX. Today SHY returns to KayHell and lagi sekali abam volunteered lah kan… to pick him up. 😏
Mungkin ini pun masuk category “tak ada keghoje cari keghoje” 🤷🏻♀️
Yesterday Crest and The Rainmaker emailed me their settlement proposal… which is totally unacceptable to me. Can you imagine they just want to pay back 20% of my investment capital in cash and the remaining 80% in “transfer of shares in public listed companies”. Poonders lah… If it were 80% cash and 20% in shares, I might consider. And the shares… which companies? Kalau Maybank ke, Public Bank ke, Hong Leong ke.. OK lah. Sekali kau bagi shares in some company that makes dedak ayam but happens to be floated on the KLSE. Company yang retak menunggu PN4. Puuuiiiii….
Melampau betei.. I hope our lawyers can negotiate a better deal for us. InshaaAllah… Aameen! 🤲🏻
Quiet Sunday at home. 11th Ramadhan 1444H. The first third of Ramadhan 1444H is done and dusted. Alhamdulillah. May the next two-thirds be even better for us all, may it be a time where we can maximise the benefits as much as possible, may Allah SWT’s Mercy, Forgiveness and Light be ours during this special time and always. May we all get to meet the Night of Power ~ Laylatul Qadr and obtain all its Blessings. Aameen.
Wes is at the gym, I am at home… thinking of going out to get some agar-agar strips to make dadih (milk pudding) using my #FrauThermoSechs for iftar later. We’ll see if I am going to be bovvered 😅
I am hoping to take Alex and Sascha out to practise their driving later. I am not going to allow them to drive until they gain more confidence in driving. That confidence will only come with practice, natch. Problem is, every time I tell them, “Lets go practise!” they are too tired lah, want to rest lah.. 😑
I received a Waksep message from my cousin Kak Yuni this morning, asking me to forward her message about the fara’id hearing that will be taking place next Monday on Allahyarham my Pak Long’s property. Dad, my uncle and my auntie are going to waive their rights to their portion of the property but they will have to fill a particular form for that.
What I don’t understand is, why can’t she do all this herself? Why can’t she contact my father, Ayah Alang and Mak Chu herself? Bukan lebih molek dan beradab kalau buat gitu? Better still, go see her uncles and auntie personally to get her work done. I know my Dad is not happy that she can’t be bothered to come see him personally, he kvetches about it… but what can I do if my cousin chooses to be beyadab to the max? I am sure Allahyarhamhuma my Pak Long and Mak Long (Kak Yuni’s parents) never raised her to be so rude and beyadab as she is now.
I kinda resent the fact that she is treating me like her messenger girl/secretary. Banyaaaak cantik! However, verily I am fasting… sesungguhnya aku berpuasa… so I can’t be bothered to raise a stink. Biarlah. Moga menjadi pahala buatku. Aameen.🤲🏻
(That’s Türkçe for “Hello April!” 😊 Tak ada kena mengena dengan batu kat kubur, ya… 😬)
April already. Time is flying so fast. Rather busy Saturday morning for me because I had back-to-back Zoom meets. One was an introduction to a new investment option and the other was to understand the changes in the investment option I entered back in March 2023. Alhamdulillah I have doubled my initial capital in a year but because they now choose to give profits in their own token/crypto coin and the value of said token/crypto coin is subject to the vagaries of the market.
I cannot withdraw any of my earnings now without massive loss because I entered the market when USDT was 1:1 to the USD. Now since the profits are given to me in tokens/crypto coins, I need to convert them to USDT before converting them to MYR. The value of the coin to USDT is now at 1 coin = USDT 0.10. Hel-loooo… that’s a (paper) loss of 90%. The moment I withdraw, I will realise that loss, so I just gotta sit tight and hope against hope that the value of the coin rises to at least 0.8, if not back to 1.0.
Poonderslah kan… 😣
Wes had to take Alex to his driving school to collect his P driving licence coz I was tied up this morning. Now Wes is off hitting some balls at the range and I am taking the opportunity to dash off an entry here.
I must write about an interesting incident that happened yesterday (31/03/23). Perhaps in the next post…
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? 😅
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 😅
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.
