The retired drama queen…

Last year I spent many
evenings breaking fast in my apartment at Vista Angkasa with my housemates and
I longed to be at home in Penang with my family.
But yesterday was special, I was 500km away from Penang but still in a place so rightfully home.Yesterday was the first day of Ramadhan in the year of 1427H and
the first Ramadhan in my life with me being a wife. 

I was excited and looking forward to bukak puasa yesterday, it was the first bukak puasa meal id be preparing for my husband in my
whole life. Since it was a significant breaking of fast meal in my life, I guess I would jot it in my blog.

I wanted to cook a few different dishes that Azman liked but
at 2pm we went to Matta fair and arrived
home 2 hours before Maghrib. There was too little time considering that there was also some grocery shopping needed to be done.

Anyhow
I managed to make my Freestyler Fried Mihun and Spicy Chicken Wings as main
dishes,

Dates and Mihun Goreng with lotsa chicken, beef and vege the way I like it..

Spicy Chicken Wings,
marinated with Lea & Perrins and dusted with chilli powder mix with
chemical X and roasted till golden brown…                               

of course the opening delicacy was dates and for dessert I made Bubur
Caca with Purple Sweet Potato.For drinks we had Laichee juice, yummy!! The Bubur was his
personal request ( I guess he was missing his mom’s cooking, hehe! )and the first that
I’ve ever cooked in my entire 24 young years of age so I guess it was a pretty
major personal cooking success of mine. We also had some juicy sweet watermalon…

My Bubur CaCa debut, nothing  like watermelon and very juicy laichee at the end of the hot day…

My mom was always telling us that preparing a meal for those who has been fasting in Ramadhan is a great virtue and I think if my mom happens to read this entry she would be proud.I have always been so hampeh in helping her in the kitchen… Gosh,I miss my mom.isk..
For you my friends if you too happen to be reading this, I wish all of you
a very blessed Ramadhan!! Selamat Melakukan Ibadah Puasa from Diyana & Azman.

Regret is forgetting to remove your favourite ferragamo from the trunk before sending your car to get a 3days long paint job leaving you wondering are they alright will the indon maid take them will they be smudged with paint why did you keep you shoes in your car in the first place…
oh i can not take this separation anymore..its killing me inside…

Happiness is successfully driving along emergency lane all the way from Bandar Kinrara to Jalan Tun Razak and cutting my travelling duration into half without getting pulled over by any crappy traffic policeman and without paying any bribes to crappy traffic policeman and without hitting and sacrificing any innocent life and then arriving at the office to find the door is still locked and later comes the boss to find the dedicated employee standing outside carrying heavy notebook on 3 inch heels with full pretentious charisma. Happy Monday!

Last night I was awaken from my deep dreamless sleep by a
weird pang of dizziness. I opened my eyes to find the ceiling and the wall
blended together into twirls of tornado where my bed was in the middle. The bed
felt like it was spinning round and round and throughout the hour before I
managed to doze back to sleep I cursed the high caffeine high fat delicious
supper that I had just couple of hours before. I was sure that devil’s meal was
causing my brain to interpret my room as a dizzying twister.

 Not thinking I could drive to work I decided to call it
sick, and waved Azman off to office while still buried under the covers.

 
I woke up at ten! Still slightly dizzy but much refreshed.
As I walked to the kitchen, I saw an empty glass and a coffee mug that was
abandoned on the dining table. But something was wrong with the mug. I took a
closer look; the spoon used for stirring was in it as usual, traces of
unfinished mocha was at the base…As I peered closer I was strike with horror;
THE HANDLE IS BROKEN! My coffee
mug handle was separated clean from its drinks
containing body while sitting humbly on my dininng table! What on earth had
happened?

I couldn’t bring myself to touch the pitiful mug, I went to
the kitchen and gulped down some juice. And at the kitchen sink again I was slapped
with shock beyond belief. Another coffee mug, identical twin of the one on the
table, the same beige body and red floral print on ceramic; was lying there
helpless WITH ITS HANDLE
BROKEN TOO!

Some source of evil has somehow invaded our house last
night. And has brutally chopped two of my coffee mugs off their handles! One
while sitting helplessly on the dining table and another in the sink waiting to
be washed. What could be this despicable satanic force that had tortured my
mugs so creatively sick! It could have just smashed them to pieces and destroy
them completely, why did it have to break their fragile handles and leave them
half functioning??! Why oh why?

Could it be the mental tornado that I experienced last night
was the channel of transportation used by this evil force from another dark dimension
unknown to us to come into my house and roamed in the dark and break mugs
handles? Was I the medium of evil spirits? Or was it extra terrestrial being
that does not have any mugs handles at their planet causing all this??

 So I took some pictures. I must show Azman once he came back
in the evening.

 And all of the sudden the truth came hitting. There aint no
force of evil; there aint no ET; it was just the result of my intan, my payung,
my lapis lazuli, my darling husband making his own coffee!!!!!

For the first time in our marriage, I slept late, leaving him
alone in need of his early coffee dose… and two of my mugs were destroyed……………

 Azman, I love you.  And
for our love and our cutlery, I will make you breakfast everyday!
This I
promise you!

It’s very ironic when it comes to people’s perspective of me. A friend of mine
stopped contacting me after I got married because he thinks that the married me have stop being fun and intelligent and have moved on to doing nothing else but exchange recipes with other married ladies. Where he got such idea I still wonder.

The rest of my many friends either dropped their jaws to their boobies or fell off their chairs when I say that I am cooking dinner for Azman and myself tonite. They would stare at me with sheer disbelief and in one meticulous case, a friend asked if Azman’s digestive system has been doing well lately. I guess people these days are very creative when it comes to insults now don’t they?

Sometimes I don’t know if I should feel insulted for their underestimation of me can be quite kurang ajaq or should I blame yours truly for portraying myself as a  long legged pathetically helpless bimbo?

The truth is I am still the same old me that you guys have always known. Still that sengal scrawny chatterbox, still reading a thick paperback one after another, still have Midvalley floor plan memorized by heart, still spurting Penang accent uncontrollably when mad…

Still the same old me…

Only a few like Kak Ina, Badyah and Farah who knows that I can cook up a meal without blowing up the stove or ended up with a meal that reminds you of those you get from Gerai Konvo. I guess they know that my brain does not only come with beauty but talent and skills in the kitchen as well…hehe..

I do like cooking,you guys… and I do can cook. In fact many of my posting after this will be about cooking! Hehe! Jangan maraa aa…