.of coffee, a book, rain, and post-raya rant

It has been awhile.


It has been like forever (actually) since my last post. Honestly, i have a lot to tell. But it always gets me to a point, when i see it pointless. So i stopped. Or better, left on draft. At least i can get back to it later. If only there is later.

I am having toothache since yesterday and it reminds me of my dad. How he would be so emotional and stressed of his tooth, how he would hate the noise, like every noise including the chirping birds, and how he would just forget about seeing a dentist when the pain subsided.

Yep, i took paracetamols then singing my heart off until bedtime, and suddenly feel like hammering down that screeching fan.


I guess it's human.

How would a human (the one helplessly out of hope but not dreams) leaps into power?

Not superheroes power. Just at least grits and the will to fight for more.

P/s: i pledge to write everyday.


.till sickness comes

“If you can’t go back to your mother’s womb, you’d better learn to be a good fighter.” ― Anchee Min, Red Azalea

So we were down with cold on women’s day. All of us three girls. Aqilah was at 39.3 C, it seriously made me jump out of my skin. Her condition even haunted me in my dreams.

I could not remember when i last had fever. But i remember the most how it felt down with dengue. The doctor asked, “were you out too much? Eating out too much? Talk too much? Or see too many people? Attending events, maybe?”

“I’m an insurance agent, doc,” the simplest answer i could ever think of out of my limited voice.

“Oh, that explains it all,” with a crumbling smile.

Health is everything. You can’t work without proper health. Your kids won’t  be fed with you not working. And you must pay the doctor for your medication. At the end of the day, money does matter. You can definitely live without money, but we are living in a world where everything comes with a price.

Get yourself covered with a health insurance, or let the hospital bill drains your savings.

.the wise little hen

“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.” — Julia Child

I always love cooking. Hell, i could definitely  live doing nothing but cook.

However, with kids growing and have been demanding so much ever, i love money more. Hence i have need to work. How i wish i could work from my kitchen.

Now that we have been busy juggling with things that bring us money, i spare my love for pots and pans for the weekend. And it has to be quick.

I sprinted  myself across the aisles, grabbing two medium cencaru, a can of cendawan butang, a  pack of green taugeh, and some young old (actually) gingers. And after a very simple late breakfast with teh tarik and a piece of bread, i started kung-fu fighting for lunch.

I grilled the fish and stir fried the green taugeh. It was magnificent enough to be fit onto our small meja jepun for our little family.

And after all have been said and done, i browsed for egg tart recipe while chanting, “May the oven be good to me.”

And yes, it did.

As Saturday slowly drawing its curtain down, i really feel like dancing. Be positive with our life and embrace everything, come what may. At the end of the day, a woman with accomplished mission and a cup of hot tea sleeps better.

Wish for tomorrow: Blue Bayou