Makan time

What I had today...

Clockwise: Kuih Bakar, Saucemaker (siapala yg bagi nama konon-konon omputeh ni! it is actually a new version of akok berlauk), Sekaya, Jala Mas and Urat Jati. All bought at Gong Kapas kueh stall (ok, actually I don't know the name of that stall).

burnt sata- bought at Pasar Tani Hiliran -Rm1 for 4

Small pieces of cooked ligaments, tendons and i-donno-what-you-call-it-parts from a cow's kateh in hot sauce - called Rojak Kateh

I know not many people know Rojak Kateh, and the look may not be appealing to some. But I tell you, it is yummy! The content of this small bowl (actually sold in small clear bag) costs RM1 at Pasar Tani. Ayah makes better rojak kateh than the one I bought, but he only prepares it once a year, during Raya Haji, i.e. the only time he can get hold of kateh lembu.

Aiskrim Goreng at Yee St@ll, Batu Buruk

A friend mentioned Aiskrim Goreng through our online conversation and made me crave for some. So today I filled a car with nieces and we zoomed to Batu Burok to get this.

This stall should improve a bit on the presentation. It didn't look yummy enough but it tasted good. The strawberry sauce was a bit too sweet for my liking.

Jom Makan-makan (jemput tengok! :)

Lamunan Terhenti

A phone conversation with my best buddy

hey, ada kat mana? I bagi salam depan rumah 3 kali no one answered. So I baliklah. Now you cannot claim that I tak visit you all.
Tipuuuu.. I’m smoking in my front porch. No one bagi salam. Jangan kata orang, kucing pun tak de lalu.
Hahahaha… memang tak der pun. Hey, guess who I met today?
Who? Clues? Ok, dia kerja apa?
if I tell you the job, too easy for you to guess.
ok.. hmm..you sound chirpy.. so.. I’m guessing KC?
Eh, how you know eh?
*LOL* See, my guess mesti betul. Biasa la... I can read your mind, you see.
balik la labu…
so was there any Lamunan Terhenti song in the back ground?
what?
(buddy sings) entah mengapakah hatiku bergetaran bila bertemu lagi oh kekasih lama…
hahahaahah.. wey, mana ada. Not like dat laa...
I know your heart must have skipped a beat.
tak der.. takder Tu semua zaman budak2 la.
eh, how did you meet him?
Some girlfriends invited me to join their former high school mini reunion dinner, since I know some of those coming, I said why not. KC married a girl who went to the same school. So he was there with his wife.
So how is he now?
he’s doing fine.. bla bla bla… kawin.. bla bla bla ada baby.. good wife… bla bla bla. Very nice lady.. I’m glad to see that he’s happy now.
So did you talk to him?
Of course, we chat a little bit. But there was one awkward moment, when the wife said, “my hubby went to the same matrics with you kan, Ubi? so now you can have your mini reunion together”. KC and I sort of looked at each other but not knowing how to react.
That is definitely your Lamunan Terhenti moment! (LOL) Ops.. Ubi, I have to go. Have to start driving, I’m sending my wife to hospital now.. I think its time, now you talk to her (pass phone to wife)
(talks to buddy’s wife) Ya Rabbana.. apsal your hubby tak cakap awal2 dah nak pegi hospital... dia boleh borak lagi tu..bla bla bla *membebel to buddy*

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It was nice to meet KC again, glad to see him with his beautiful wife and daughter. I'm happy to see him happy. Seeing that face reminded me of how foolish I was back then, a little more than a decade ago when I had a crush on him. I was the naive 18-yr-old Ubi who just got out of an all girls boarding school and he was the first guy that caught my attention. Now I can sit back and laughed at myself remembering those days – the days I stood by the field just to watch the dark goalkeeper, the days I enjoyed managing stage shows because he was the sound and light controller, the days I enjoyed sitting in the domestic science kitchen just because he prepared murtabak maggi for the food sale, the days I endured standing in the hot sun watching a game I could not understand just because he was a rugby player and the days I found myself on cloud 9 just because he left little notes at my desk after prep. Yes, those days, the small things meant a lot.

Ahh... I wanna be 18 again.

Congratulation to Buddy and CD for their new bundle of joy.

Just feel like singing

Music Video Codes By VideoCode.ORG

Everything Burns- BEN MOODY (f. Anastacia)

She sits in her corner

Singing herself to sleep

Wrapped in all of the promises

That no one seems to keep

She no longer cries to herself

No tears left to wash away

Just diaries of empty pages

Feelings gone a stray

But she will sing

Til everything burns

While everyone screams

Burning their lies

Burning my dreams

All of this hate

And all of this pain

I'll burn it all down

As my anger reigns

Til everything burns

Ooh, oh

Walking through life unnoticed

Knowing that no one cares

Too consumed in their masquerade

No one sees her there

And still she sings

Til everything burns

While everyone screams

Burning their lies

Burning my dreams

All of this hate

And all of this pain

I'll burn it all down

As my anger reigns

Til everything burns

Everything burns

(Everything burns)

Everything burns

Watching it all fade away

(All fade away)

Everyone screams

Everyone screams

(Watching it all fade away)

Oooh, ooh

(While everyone screams)

Burning down lies

Burning my dreams

(All of this hate)

And all of this pain

I'll burn it all down

As my anger reigns

Til everything burns

(Everything burns)

Watching it all fade away

(Oooh, ooh)

(Everything burns)

Watching it all fade away

school hols.. and having (instant) kids

You know it is a school holiday when you hear the ‘Mat Kool’ song from the Walls Ice cream man way too many times. I think the ice cream man must have come around the area like 3 times a day now. And now the mat kool song stuck in my head

Mat Kool Mat Kool kawanku
Mari kita ikut Mat Kool
Main main selalu
Syoknya syoknya ada Mat Kool

Chaiit.. dah la lagu tak sedap! Get out of my head pleaseeee!!!

I’m sad that I can’t be with my nieces and nephews in Ganu now. Miss ‘em very much. Little Auf called just now.

makcu, Auf mandi kat Sekayu ni, semua org ada.. makcu sorg je takder
Apsal tak cakap makcu nak gi Sekayu
Makcu tak balik sapa suruh!

*makcu moncong*

Talking about kids, I’ve blogged once that I had this fantasy of having a grown up kid and have a close mother-daughter bond like Lorelai & Rory Gilmore here. Well, that "opportunity" came to me recently (well, almost!) but that freaked me out and made me wanna run and never look back.

Met a guy by accident. Thought he was just another young early twenties that I could call an adik. So when he started to be all so very friendly I just remain polite & layan coz I thought “alahh.. budak-budak..”. But that stopped when he started his sweet talks and told me his life stories. He’s in late thirties, a divorcee with two daughters in primary school. (Man he looks so young and without the boroi-ness!) The thing that shocked me the most was that in no time I was introduced to his two beautiful daughters and his mom (the grandma). The girls got along with me almost instantly, and that actually made me damn uncomfortable. Then I saw one signal in my head that said RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! Seriously, I wished I could make a 100m sprint that time.

Now besides the daddy, the daughters are ‘stalking’ me through the dad’s phone with sms & calls. (I know these acts must be supported by the daddy although he denied his involvement), The school hols made it worse when the girls stay home and more sms coming asking me to join them for lunch/ dinner or go out on weekend with them. OK, I wouldn’t mind taking the girls out for lunch. They’re merely kids and I love being around kids. But definitely not together with the daddy like one happy family, NEVER. I can be your Kak Ubi anytime, but not Mama Ubi, ok.

Now I’ve erased the Lorelai-Rory fantasy off my head. That is just something that I want to see strictly on tv, and not in my own real life. I don’t wanna be a mom now, not anytime soon when my life is still tunggang langgang.. and definitely not to be an instant mother to a 10 & 9 year olds. I am VERY sure that I DO NOT wanna be a mom now. As for the girls & daddy.. nice knowing them, they're a good bunch. Just that I don't plan to put myself in the family picture.

* Ubi can be one very cruel stepmom!

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I haven't update and check on my own blog for quite sometime. Thought of doing it just now.. but this came out when I typed http://ubisetela.blogspot.com

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Gentleman, please stand up.

I boarded the LRT at Taman Bahagia after meeting two gorgeous ladies for breakfast. Found myself a seat between a young guy and a lady, held my handphone and began typing a message to a friend, ignoring the world around me. The train stopped at the next station. I changed my focus from the handphone to the LRT door, a lady stepped in - grey hair, in her 50s - the brain gave me the instant signal: get up and offer your place now. I stood up, and a young lady two seats on my right got up at the same time. The ‘auntie’ gave a hand signal asking both of us to be seated. She walked towards me, I got up again, just incase I misunderstood her previous signal.

‘No, please, you don’t have to get up’ she said...

and followed by

‘can I have your seat young man’, to the guy next to me.

The guy looked bengang with her request but he got up and left the seat.
I was sure he was kinda pissed off, being ‘thrown’ off his seat that way.
I wish more aunties/uncles/pregnant ladies & ladies with kids do the same.
Aunties/uncles, do ask for seats from the young & healthy ones who just ‘buat bodo' when seeing you standing in LRT.

If not, sampai bila pun depa buat tak reti bahasa je.