23.10.08

i think i just had the best raw salmon and tempura for lunch today *burp*

Berkenaan tajuk, terima kasih kepada Kaklong yang baik hati menaja hidangan buffet tengah hari di Istana. Rasanya seperti salmon dan udang yang dimakan dibawa keluar dari laut terus ke pinggan. Sungguh segar sekali. O-ee-shee..:P

Berkenaan pengalaman perjalanan gastronomik. Saya tak faham dengan sesetengah orang yang suka masak taugeh, tak suka bersihkan taugeh (buang kepala dan ekornya). Sama bingungnya saya dengan orang yang campurkan taugeh dalam nasi goreng dan sup.

Rasanya pernah saya coretkan di blog ini, tentang love-hate relationship saya dan taugeh. Bagi kamu yang tak tahu, mari saya rumuskan hubungan saya dan taugeh ini untuk pemahaman. Saya hanya makan taugeh yang dimasak sebagai masakan utama, bukan campuran atau sebagai 'penghias' dalam nasi goreng, mi goreng, mihun goreng, kueytiao goreng, dan sup sayur contohnya.

Namun saya masih pemakan taugeh; seperti taugeh dalam kuih popia, taugeh goreng, tauhu yang disumbat dengan taugeh dan taugeh dalam nasi kerabu. Ya, saya mengada-ngada begitu.

Beberapa hari lalu, teringin benar memakan teppan-yaki. Lalu merengek pada Mr.Tiena mintakan teppan-yaki sebagai hidangan tengah hari.

Saya fikir saya masuk ke kedai mamak, kerana rata-rata pekerjanya dari tukang masak hingga tukang cuci, masing-masing berbangsa Vangladesh. Kami duduk betul-betul depan tukang masak. Sedar dirinya asyik diperhatikan, wah si tukang masak pun mulalah tunjuk hebat. Kelentang-kelentung bunyi periuk dan spatula berlaga-laga.

Makanan yang dipesan yang tiba di meja begitu mengecewakan. Teppan-yaki daging yang diberi begitu sedikit bahagiannya dan taugeh gorengnya pula tidak dibersih rapi.

Mujurlah saya memang kelaparan hari itu. Tanpa banyak songeh saya asingkan dengan penuh tekun dan sabar 'tahi-tahi' taugeh itu dan habiskan makanan di pinggan.

Kecewa betul rasanya. Jadi saya ambil beberapa keping gambar dengan tujuan untuk buat aduan pada perkhidmatan pelanggan tentang servis yang tak memuaskan. Tapi kesudahannya gambar ini hanya ditempel di blog saya bagi melengkap bebelan. Teehee.:P


Lihat, banyak betul 'tahi' nya, kan?


Sengaja disepahkan di atas meja. (Ya, saya jahat begitu.)

Baiklah, cukuplah bebelan untuk hari ini. Harus pulang sekarang sebelum azan maghrib berkumandang dan sebelum hari gelap kerana kereta diparkir di tebing sungai puaka! (Ya, saya memang pengecut orangnya.)

16.10.08

i think this is quarter century life crisis (hehe)

A colleague was planning for a camping trip some time soon and asked me if I would like to join. It was hard to say no to her as she seemed excited about it and probably hoped for me to go, so trying to decline in the nicest way, I told her that I am too old for it. "You're a boring old girl", she smirked.

Well, I am boring like that. I say she was a wee bit too quick to judge, but no matter. I am too old to even care. Teehee.

When I was younger, back in uni, I was an outdoor person. Was even a member of an outdoor club. Mountain hiking, jungle trekking, cycling, kayaking, you name it. I remember going comot for days without bath in the jungle and drinking from a pool of water with polliwogs swimming in it. Now, at the age of thirty six, the thought of having to go through the day without proper bath and a hairdryer makes me cringe. Let alone sleep in a tent without the comfort of the best bed in the world that is my bed.

I was a talkative kid, funny to the bone but now I'd prefer to stay quiet and laugh at people's joke rather than make people laugh. I used to be a speed demon, now I drive like a grandma at 70km per hour.

It's funny how your definition of fun inversely proportional to your age. It is, at least to me lah.

And they say how you react towards life says the same about your job. Or is it the other way around? Either way, I think I have lost it. I am like, sitting latent, aware that I will miss the train if I am too slow but I am too old to move a muscle.

Is this some kind of a mid-life crisis? Pre-menopause syndrome? Sigh, life is all wrong without that thing called passion.

O passion, come back. Come back. Come fucking back. I don't wanna die as a boring ol' hag..