Pan-Grilled Dory with Lobster Sauce |
Mozzarella Baked Fish |
Pan-Grilled Dory with Lobster Sauce |
Mozzarella Baked Fish |
Hari ni, dengan semangat berkobar-kobar kiteorang bangun awal demi melaksanakan a few urgent tasks termasuklah membuat passport untuk si budak kecik. Maklumlah next week mak dia akan outstation ke Pasir Gudang, so dah alang-alang turun ke JB tu teringin la nak bawak Khayla dan nenek Khayla ke Universal Studio di Singapore.
Sebelum keluar rumah, haruslah beri si budak kecik makan bubur dan lepas tu makan ubat memandangkan dia demam. Part makan bubur, dia beriya-iya. Part makan ubat, ye memang sah dia anak aku! :p Kalau dia dapat lari, kompem dah lama dia lari dari bapaknya yang bagi ubat tu. Hehe.
Mula-mula singgah di UM beli buku teks mak dia. Exam dah dekat baru terhegeh-hegeh nak beli buku kan? Huhu... Nak buat camane, buku tu baru sampai minggu ni :( dah tiga kali pegi UM baru dapat membeli buku ni. Setel.
Next barulah kiteorang pegi ke Wangsa Maju untuk membuat passport Khayla. Mula-mula kena buat gambar passport dulu. Mujurlah dia dah boleh duduk tegak walaupun mak dia terpaksa pegang badan dia (Khayla belum pandai duduk sendiri). Oleh sebab dia demam, maka dia takde mood nak senyum. Aku dengan Suami Terchenta boleh tergelak tengok hasil sesi penggambaran dan muka Khayla tu macam nak marah orang! Takutlah mak, sayang! Hehe.
Gambar passport pertama Khayla :) |
Adik yang tangkap gambar tu siap tolong isikan borang imigresen unuk kiteorang dan fotostat sijil lahir & IC ayah dia. FYI, kalau nk buat passport bayi kena bawak Mykid, sijil lahir dan dua keping gambar passport. Salah seorang parent kena sign borang tu dan also bawak satu salinan IC on A4 paper.
Gambar dah setel. Next kiteorang amik nombor giliran. Yang bagusnya imigresen ada kaunter khas untuk buat passport bayi dan warga emas. Cuma tadi tak tau la kat mana silapnya, aku asyik monitor nombor giliran tapi takde pulak nombor kami dipanggil dan tup-tup, dah nombor seterusnya appear di skrin. So agak lama gak la kami menunggu...
Si Khayla, as usual la akan dapat perhatian orang sebab pipi dia yang gebu tu kan. Tapi tu la, sebab dia demam so dia takde mood nak melayan orang. There's this family yang sangat teruja melayan Khayla sampai bergilir2 la abang dan akak tu amik gambar dengan Khayla yang buat muka derq je tu. Hahaha! Khayla, Khayla... Bila dah besar sikit biar Mak ajar PR skill ye.
Family ni teruja tengok pipi Khayla yang gebu, Khayla rilek je walaupun kesihatan tak begitu memberangsangkan |
So bila dah terlepas nombor giliran kami pun dengan gabranya ke kaunter. Nasib baik dieorang berbaik hati proses borang kami dulu. Pegawai yang proses borang Khayla tu terperasan yang alamat dalam sijil lahir Khayla ialah alamat rumah aku di Sarawak. Dia pun tanya, "Parents dua-dua orang Sarawak ke?" So kiteorang pun cakap yes, both dari sana.
"So you nak passport anak you ada huruf A (for Semenanjung) atau K (for Sarawak)? Sebab ni first time nak buat kan? Kalau nak huruf K tu, kena hantar borang ni next Monday dan kita kena hantar ke Imigresen Sarawak untuk pengesahan dieorang, selalunya amik masa 5 hari la." Dia explained. Aku tengok Suami Terchenta, dia tengok aku balik. Kiteorang berdua confused.
"Tapi dia ni lahir kat sini. Boleh ke dia dapat huruf K tu?" En Suami tanya. Pegawai tu terus panggil kawan dia dan story pasal kiteorang. Rupa-rupanya kawan dia tu orang Sarawak gak. Dia pun explain dalam loghat Melayu Sarawak, "Sebenarnya anak korang boleh dapat K tu sebab korang dua-dua orang sana kan, and bila ada huruf K tu, dia dapat la privilage kerakyatan sana. Better kalau buat passport dia tu, ada huruf K. Cuma kita tak boleh proses hari ni, amik masa sikit sebab nak kena disahkan oleh imigresen Sarawak."
Wah, nampaknya si Khayla tak leh la join kiteorang cuti2 Singapore. Tapi apapun, kiteorang happy gak la sebab kiteorang ingatkan bila lahir di sini, Khayla tak dapat keistimewaan sebagai rakyat tempatan di Sarawak. Rupa-rupanya sangkaan kiteorang ni meleset, which is good jugak la :)
On Wednesday night, Suami Terchenta fetched me at office at 8pm. As usual. Now you know why I hate work kan?
I was telling him how hungry I felt coz I had very light lunch for a pregger like me (kaya filled steamed bun). Yet, my body is growing at such an unbelievable rate, while my baby inherits the father's gene a.k.a. the baby's current weight is just 1+kg je!
As we approached the traffic light, it suddenly turned red and Suami Terchenta quickly crossed the red light. We were delighted at beating the light but the delight was short-lived - a traffic police waved frantically at us to stop.
Suami Terchenta rolled down the window and began apologising for his mistake profusely. The policeman ignored his apologies and started to ask for his IC and driving license while mulut tak berhenti-henti berleter. En Suami Terchenta made a sheepish face and I automatically placed both hands on my round belly so our baby did not have to listen to her parents being scolded :p
'Kali ni saya maafkan awak. Lain kali jangan buat lagi.' He ended his mini-lecture. We sheepishly thanked him and drove away. As we drove by other drivers that were stopped, we noticed that some were in the middle of persuading the police traffic not to book them, and some even went out of the car to argue with the police. Luckily we got away with a mini-lecture only! Phew!~
Hasil jalan-jalan di PC Fair petang tadi. Laser printer berharga RM199. Ulang suara. Laser. Printer. |
Yesterday, I spent the whole day helping to make over a senior citizen's house. Yes, it was one of our company's CSR activities. If there was one thing I like about working where I'm working now, it is the passion and compassion people have towards helping other less fortunate people. So in that spirit, we all woke up really early and left home at the crack of dawn to Batu 18, Hulu Langat.
Every time we had CSR activities, it never fails to make me realise how lucky and blessed my life is. I know sometimes I feel miserable about work, work and work environment (no Fab 5 to cheer up my days). But at the end of the day I have Suami Terchenta to go back to, my family back at home, a regular paycheque to keep life going sweet and smooth.
Others may not share the same privileges that I have always taken for granted. Take the example of this makcik we visited yesterday. She is a spinster (unmarried lady), with no family, sebatang kara. She was so lonely that she caught a cat to cheer her up and kept it on leash so it won't run away. Unfortunately, the cat died after that. She was still asking for the cat's replacement when we visited her.
When I first peeked into the house, the condition was enough to make me feel depressed. That was just one look - the makcik spent every day waking up to the depressing state of her house, the musky smell of damp floor, trapped stale air and whatever that had stayed permanently in the house for years.
She had no bed, not even a mattress to lie down on. Her bedroom was unfit to live in (except for mice), so she slept in her living area, on a hand-me-down carpet that emanated a smelly odor around the house. She did not have any furniture save for a small dining table and a slightly bigger but worn out table where she put her food supply (some had even passed the expiry date). Since she did not own a cupboard, she hang her clothes on a stick which she hang on a corner of her living room, and behind the hang clothes were the clothes rack where she kept donated clothes (some were not even in good conditions).
As we were clearing her house, a few mice appeared from nowhere and ran all over the place. The girls screamed and ran out (including moi). Thankfully nobody passed out. Hehe.
We separated a few good things and threw out the rest that we deemed broken and un-usable. Then we washed dirty things, took out her carpet and threw out her very old, rotten tikar getah (vinyl mat) so we could install a new one. After her house was cleared, we gave her wall a coat of whitewashed paint to brighten the interior of her house, washed her window, painted the window-sill and her front door, and then fitted in the vinyl mat.
Instantly, the house was transformed.
It was a far cry from the place we saw in the morning. We put in new furniture in her house including a new bed, a new wooden cupboard and canvas cupboard, as well as a new cooking cabinet. We fitted in new bedsheet, new curtain and new bathroom cabinet. Then we organised her food supply including the ones we bought for her and taught her how to use the electric kettle and the new gas stove. The makcik looked all flustered but happy once her house resembled more like a house than just a run-down shack.
Outside, her house compound was also transformed. The men had cleared out the lalangs, overgrown branches and her drain. It looked 10 times more spacious than before.
But at the end of the day, I still felt really sad for her. Sure, she may have a more live-able space to spend the rest of her days, but when everybody left, she was all alone again. I wish we could give her something more than just materials, but we could not.
My colleague brought his son with him to the makcik's house. As he was working, his son lay down on the floor and played by himself. The makcik could not stop looking at the little boy with longing in her eyes. She kept on saying, 'Kimi duduk dengan makcik ye. Nanti Kimi duduk dengan makcik, nak tak?' all the while holding the boy's hand. The boy, in all his innocence, shook his head and withdrew his hand.
It just broke my heart. All she ever wanted was someone to love and banished the loneliness she felt in her heart. It was the same pain I felt when I did my first CSR - this 15-year old girl who was from Sarawak, abandoned by her mother at the orphanage and suddenly she met a fellow Sarawakian who understood her language and hugged her and listened to her story. And suddenly it's time to leave - and she stared miserably and longingly at this someone who could be her big sister - someone who could love her and not just take care of her.
I still could not find the courage to find her again - because I could not bear to break her heart again.
I want to always remember this feeling - that life has been kind to me no matter how crappy I feel nowadays.
I don't have a close friend in my office to talk to, like last time? The makcik does not have anybody to talk to all these years.
I don't like my job and I wish I could quit my job now? Well. I guess at least I have income that I could spend helping other less fortunate people.
Sometimes people, you will never know how good life has been for you. Not till you have gone out and helped others who never had the life you have. So, whenever you have the chance, go and help others. Because giving never makes you feel poorer, it makes you feel richer.
At least that's how I felt. G'nite folks!
... I take a hike up the hill.
One fine morning in Bintulu, I decided to do something that I had not done for a long, long time. That is, going hiking up Bukit Nyabau. Seronok, wa cakap lu! Even my mom who was dead set against abusing her knees agreed with me that it was worth it.
Aiyoh. You never go hiking, memang la tak tau apa-apa. Wait until you see these pictures:
Alamak. Baru berlaku runtuhan tanah. Tak boleh pijak di situ, nanti jatuh. |
Adik pun sukses! |
And then, you are rewarded with this view from atop |
Another fascinating thing about hiking is coming across exotic plants, like pitcher's plant and exotic forest orchid.
Psst. Who wants to go hiking at Broga Hill next week? :)
Ini ialah Carneyz, membuat laporan tahun baru menggunakan ID Suami Terchenta. Saya malas nak log out dan login semula. Hahaha. Adakah ini attitude semasa tahun baru? Cis. Memang tak boleh harap.
Sebelum saya membebel rentetan malam semalam yang boleh bikin kami dapat anugerah pekerja paling berdedikasi di akhir 2009 (cewah!), saya nak ucapkan Selamat Tahun Baru 2010 KAWAN-KAWAN! Sila doakan tahun ini keluarga kami akan bertambah Mr + Mrs Junaidix + Junaidix Jr. + Carneyz Jr. HAHAHAHA! Tamak kan saya? Orang lain nak anak sorang, saya nak double dose. Tapi sebenarnya kalau boleh. Saya nak SEORANG ANAK BAGI SETIAP TAHUN KAMI DAH MEMBINA RUMAHTANGGA INI (En Junaidix tak hiraukan saya dengan angan-angan extreme ni, beliau sedang tergolek di atas katil sensorang sebab kepenatan bekerja keras semalaman - ooii, dia bekerja keras sebab ni ye. Bukan projek multi-million dollar kami tu (PERINGATAN: Blog ini mesra keluarga dan tidak mengandungi unsur-unsur yang tidak dibenarkan.)
Berbalik cerita malam semalam. Semalam kami balik kerja awal. Setelah singgah sebentar di Low Yat membeli casing handphone saya yang baru. Kesian sama itu handphone, bertelanjang bulat sejak bajunya hilang. Lagi sentiasa jatuh dan berkecai. Apa ko ingat hp tu RM2 je Carneyz??
Back to storyline asal. Sampai je di rumah, kami pon makan malam yang tak seberapa, lepas tu dengan kadar segera kembali menghadap laptop masing-masing. Hidupkan Internet, online kan YM. Siyes giler comel kan? Duduk serumah pon nak YM each other. Keskeskes... Nanti saya bagitau sebab apa kena pakai YM.
Maka bermulalah tempoh bekerja keras di luar waktu pejabat yang berakhir pukul 5.30pg tadi. En Suami sebagai web engineer mulalah memasang rangka-rangka yang sepatutnya. Saya sebagai kuli batak designer tak bertauliah mula bersilat dengan kekasih lama saya, En. Adobe Photoshop CS4 (sebelum saya terjebak ke kancah perkahwinan, chenta hati saya ialah En Photoshop yang gagah perkasa lagi bikin hati saya teruja). Selesai satu design, saya hantar file tuh kat En Junaidix menggunakan YM. Apa kes nak hantar email maupun thumbdrive. Cehcehceh...
Sesambil tu kami menonton citer FaceOff, diikuti Da Vinci Code. Ini ialah environment kerja yang saya suka. Bilalah kami dapat bekerja di rumah saja nih! Boleh tengok tv sambil buat kerja yang saya suka (iaitu bersilat dengan En Photoshop).
Sebenarnya kerja-kerja contengan website tuh tak la terlalu susah tapi sebab saya dah lama simpan skill design dalam kotak lepas tu kunci dan buang kotak itu jauh-jauh ke dasar hati saya memandangkan kerjaya saya yang sentiasa seboks, jadi pada mulanya saya jadi kekok. Nak cari brush pon terkial-kial. Wakakaka! Apa lagi nak buat animated gif. Ko gila berpeluh-peluh aku malam kelmarin. Bagai hilang akal. Tapi sedikit demi sedikit, ingatan saya kembali pulih. Akhirnya tercetus design-design yg tak seberapa ini.
Tahun ni jugak kami bercadang hendak melibatkan diri secara sukarela dan dengan semangat sivik yang tinggi, untuk menghidupkan Msjbox (iaitu chenta hati pertama Suami Terchenta). Jadi harap-harap kawan-kawan akan menyokong usaha murni kami yang gigih ni... ok?
Selamat Hari Raya, eh! Tahun Baru uols! :)
Ini bukan tipu. Ini betul-betul punya. Kami menang friendship match lawan Ma****** bukan setakat 2-1, tapi 4-3! Kawan-kawan, mari sama2 angkat tangan sambil jerit, 'HOYEEE!'
Sebelum aku story pasal game futsal malam ni, meh citer sket asal-usul penglibatan aku di dalam sukan futsal malam ni.
Oh my God! Aku rasa macam mimpi. Macam boleh tampar muka sendiri 10x. Walaupun kami prektis sekali je tapi kami menang. Walaupun kami baru nak decide siapa main position apa 10 minit before kami start game, tapi kami menang:
Dah la aku serius seorang kaki bangku. Sepak bola pun dengan kadar kelajuan 10km/j. Goalkeeper boleh jalan lenggang-kangkung nak tangkap bola aku ok! MUAHAHA! Aku gelak cover line nih. Therefore, aku rasa macam tak percaya pulak bila kami menang. Gambatte!
Ehem. Warm up dulu. Prektis tendang bola |
Sebelum start game, kami beratur untuk bertukar-tukar cenderahati. Kami semua dapat diari. Erk. Hopefully itu ialah diari untuk tahun depan ye geng lawan. Hehe.
Mari-mari, kita tukar hadiah Krismas. |
Aku main position defend, ambik kau! Yang bestnya, bila game nak start aku leh tanya, 'Eh, defend tu apa? Dia buat apa ha?' *ramai2 pengsan di court Ampang Sports Planet*
Game tu habis pukul 9pm dan kami semua pulang dengan gumbira (ini ialah ayat malas dari orang mengantok yang keletihan lepas menang futsal).