Thursday, August 31, 2006

Merdeka ke 49


Salam Merdeka ke 49 untuk pembaca-pembaca blogku (yang terdiri dari adik-adik dan anak-anak menakan). Gambar ini diambil dari bilik Embak, menunjukkan bumbung baru. Jika diamati di tengah-tengah foto ini ada Jalur Gemilang yang dipasang oleh Abah, seperti setiap tahun. Penat Embak tunggu bendera tu berkibar, tapi angin sepoi-sepoi bahasa sahaja.

Rumah-rumah di Taman Embak ini sudah 28 tahun umurnya, maka sudah sampai masanya bumbung-bumbung diganti baru. Sebenarnya, Embak siarkan gambar ini khas untuk Ayie yang khabarnya sedang kerinduan. Hang in there, Bro dan selamat bercuti semua!

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I can't quit Bali


I'm back, actually it has been a week already. As promised, here's Siti and hubby gracing the front page of Jawa Pos, proving she is very the fofular in the Republic.

Bali is as charming as ever. Oh, before I proceed, I must thank Pak Hazil for sponsoring the trip. And mucho thanks to him and his family for the memories.This time around, I get to see more of Bali i.e Kintamani, Seminyak and Tuban. And I get to eat properly: the following being most memorable; seafood at Jimbaran, Nasi Padang at Natrabu in Denpasar, and the most delicious, Nasi Jawa at Kuring Restaurant in Seminyak.

To put icing on the cake, a well-known director sat next to me on the flight home. I am not a fan of her films, but I am glad to have known her (as much as I could in that 3 hours); she is actually a very nice person. She even invited me to a private (limited to 15 invites only) pre-screening of her latest film. But as I said, I'm not a fan. Unfortunately, the invite is not transferrable.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Bali - Part 3

It's 1.15 am, and I have just finished packing for my trip to Bali in a few hours. Yeap, I am going to miss the majlis akad nikah of our chanteuse. While there, I'll keep my eyes and ears open to their reaction to the wedding, and collect pictorial evidence to post in my blogs later, thanks to my brother who has kindly given me his digicam for good. Mucho gracias Bro.

Ta ta, hingga ketemuin nanti.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Temptation

We are always tested with a temptation, aren't we? My most recent major temptation is to get a new car. You see, my Iswara is 8 years old, and according to my good friend, that's way beyond its useful life, and the common wisdom is to replace it with a new car, preferably not another Proton car.

However, my training in financial planning and "The Millionaire Next Door" teach me to minimize investing in depreciating assets. And I have been successful in not succumbing to my younger days' habit of changing car after I completed my car loan 4 years ago. But a series of air-cond breakdowns have gotten me thinking, it's time to change. Suddenly, I started to drool over every Getz, Acsent, Vios, Mini Cooper, and my dream, Golf GTi. My mind was constantly debating the merits of Continental cars, Korean or Japanese or whether I should get a second-hand car instead. I stopped by Hyundai showroom to enquire. My heart leaped with joy when the Star Sunday had a page dedicated to the latest car models and pricing. It seems that everything is saying, Go! Go!

O how I suffered three days driving without air-cond because my schedule was so tight to get the aircond looked at. But yesterday afternoon, I managed to come back early from a seminar and stopped by my mechanic's place. He fixed the aircord fan's motor in 10 minutes. As soon as the cool air-cond air hit my face, I regained my senses. Don't care what other people say, the new car will just have to wait.

Me happy.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Gulai Lemak Nangka

Hari ni Embak cuba masak lauk ni ikut cara Bali. Yang lainnya orang Bali Embak tengok suka pakai cekur dan daun salam dalam gulai-gulai mereka. Rencah untuk masak lemak nangka Bali adalah:

bawang merah
bawang puteh
lengkuas
biji ketumbar
kunyit basah
cili merah
cili api
cekur (mereka panggil cekoh atau kencur)
belacan
daun salam
serai

Jangan lupa bahan utama: nangka muda, santan dan garam.

Tadi Embak tak pakai daun salam dan belacan. Tapi masih sedap. Dapat lagi satu variasi masak lemak nangka.

(Resepi dipetik dari The Food of Bali tulisan Heinz von Holzen & Lother Arsana). Tak de gambar nak share lah. Belum dapat digicam dari adik Embak.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Tom



I had actually written up a story about Tom but my left pinkie accidently deleted it. I really don't feel like rewriting it; so just enjoy this picture of my irreplaceable and handsome cat, Tompok at age 1 with 8-year old Ayie in front of our neighbour's house.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

A day in the life of a person in comfort zone

25th July 2006

My alarm goes off at 6.20 am. I linger in bed for another 20 minutes just enough time for doing the necessary without passing Syuruk.

7.00 am - My elderly neighbour, Makcik M is chatting with my Mom in the living room while they catch the early programs on tv. My dad comes back with breakfast. I take out frozen meat from the freezer. I decide the main dish would be daging asam pedas. I eat half a nasi lemak, while Mak and Makcik M look on.

I go to my room, switch on the computer and check my mail, my favorite blog etc. Mak calls me to "cucukkan benang kat jarum' for Makcik. So I come down, put on my glasses and do the task. "Hai, Along pakai spek ke?" Makcik M says in surprise. "Kak Semah kau pun dah pakai spek". Kak Semah, her daughter is 53, what do you expect? "Kita orang dah tua dah Makcik". Apparently, she is not aware that she too needs eyeglasses.

8.00 - I plan for my work day, itemize and prioritize tasks in my notebook. Pick what stuff to bring to office, and decide today I would bring my notebook as well.

9.30 - I go to the kitchen and discover santan on the countertop. Well, that would certainly change the menu. I delve into the vegie bin, and take out terung and kobis, must cook these vegies before they turn bad. They have been in storage for 2 weeks already. In the end, I have the following on the table:

Ikan bawal goreng (1 pc)
Daging rebus serai
Daging goreng sambal
Terung masak lemak rempah
Sayur kobis goreng

I know it's quite a spread; I always go overboard after skipping a day of cooking. Yesterday, I had to leave my home very early for a whole day conference at Sunway Convention Centre, leaving my family to the gerais behind BP. The thing with my father is that he is inept at buying prepared lauk. He buys the same lauk everytime. Even though he says "tak pe" , I feel guilty because I know he much prefers home-cooking.

11.00 am - My opto rings me, informing that my glasses are ready, but the frame is not to my order. I could take it and use it while she makes another pair, if I want. So I tell her, I can wait since I already have a pair. I don't mind really because it means defering another charge to my credit card.

11.30 am - Put on my workgear, while in my head I rearrange my plans for the day. The phone rings, my father picks up the phone. I hear Abah converse about Hani Mohsin's passing, WHAT?? Inna lilla hi wainna lillahi rajiun. Al Fatihah. After an early lunch, I go to BSN. My friend calls to confirm the news that I yet to hear from the radio.

3.00 pm - Suv called to inform that Boss is seriously sick. We know he has been down with kayap for a week now, but Suv says Boss asks that we pray for his health. To me, that's alarming. Suv suggests that we all pay him a visit. I sms him asking permission. His wife calls the office saying he's too weak to entertain us. The only thing to do now is to pray for his recovery.
I check my mail; 1 junk mail, 1 bill and a letter from FPAM, which I know contains the result of my CFP exam. I open it anxiously, praying that I pass for I cannot bear paying a fee for a repeat sitting. Alhamdulillah, I PASS!!!

7.00 pm - I am at my laptop now, blogging about my day. My tonight would most likely be filled with reading and then, sleeping. I have picked two books that I must speedread to revive my spirits; Secrets of Successful Insurance Sales and Million Dollar Selling Techniques. Ehemm...

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

My growing-up buddies


Bersedia, Embak masih dalam mode nostalgia lagi. Gambar di atas adalah gambar Embak bersama rakan-rakan seangkatan di tingkatan lima, di sebuah sekolah asrama penuh di pantai timur. Tak payahlah sebut tahun berapa kan, tapi tengok pesen rambut dan pakaian kami, dah boleh stemet eranya.

Sebahagian besar dari kami bersama sejak dari tingkatan 1 lagi, dan dalam perjalanan ke tingkatan lima, ada plus dan minusnya (dikeluarkan sebab masalah displin atau grade, dan dimasukkan atas keputusan baik SRP). Nisbah pelajar lelaki:pelajar perempuan ialah 1:2, kalau tak silap 49 lelaki dan 98 perempuan semuanya. Ada yang datang dari keluarga nelayan, buruh kasar sehinggalah golongan kaya. Tak silap Embak, ada seorang anak menteri, seorang anak menteri besar dan seorang anak timbalan menteri besar. Oh, it was a big deal then.

Kami membesar bersama seniors, warden, guru-guru, dan staf, kebanyakkannya jauh dari keluarga. Zaman dolu-dolu, gomen memang suka hantar jauh-jauh, macam Embak yang duduk di KL, dicampak ke Pantai Timur. Macam-macam kerenah dan peristiwa; kalau bikin cerita bersiri kat tv memang bolh jadi hit punya, sebab belum ada yang buat kan? Siapa nak bahan, hubungi Embak, boleh cerita.

Fast forward, x years later, di antara kami ada yang menjadi (2 orang dah jadi ahli politik, tak kurang hartawan, usahawan, cendekiawan) dan ada yang biasa-biasa aje, dan ada juga yang kurang menjadi. Apapun, kami masih akrab, sampai kisah makwe/pakwe, rumahtangga dan anak-anakpun dikongsi dalam yahoogroup.

Kami masih lagi "the boys" atau "the girls", walaupun kami hampir menjenguk senja. Sadly, kami dah kehilangan 5 "boys"; "the boys" seram jer, ialah kalau dikira mortality rate mereka, kira tinggi tuh, > 10%. Alhamdulillah, "the girls" belum ada lagi yang arwah.

Tak lama dulu kami buat grand reunion sekolah; kami ajak sekali semua bekas guru, dan semua bekas staf yang kami dapat cari. Kami charterkan satu bas, bawak mereka turun ke KL. Yang bestnya, kakak-kakak dan abang-abang dewan makan masih ingat nama-nama kami! Either my buddies and I have been special to them, or they just have excellent memory.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

FAMOUS AND INFAMOUS MALAYSIANS IN KUTA




Wajah-wajah inilah yang kami nampak di Kuta. Gambar Siti menghiasi tabloid "Nyata" semasa kami di sana pada 13 April 2006, dan dalamnya siap dengan gambar Datuk K lagi. Pada waktu yang sama di Malaysia, gambar Datuk K cuma tersiar dalam emel-emel sahaja.

Cuba teka gambar kedua tu, siapa ye? Tak lain dan tak bukan, Nordin Mat Top, pakar bom yang menjadi buruan Kerajaan Indonesia. Gambarnya kami nampak ditampal di tiang-tiang lampu, mesin ATM dan di kantor-kantor sekitar Kuta. Ganjarannya sampai Rp 1 miliyar. Tak tahu pulak berapa tukaran dalam RM. 1 juta ke?

Kami ke Kuta dari Lovina dengan bas Perama lagi. Tiketnya Rp70,000 seorang (RM28) sama macam tiket dari Ubud ke Lovina. Tak sangka pulak bas tu berhenti di Ubud semula sebelum ke Kuta. Jadi dapatlah kami jengok Tegal Sari sambil refill air mineral. Penginapan di Kuta tak kami tempah lagi, cuma rujuk buku "Rough Guide", untuk cari penginapan yang dekat dengan stesen Perama di Kuta. Kena yang dekat, sebab kami tak nak heret beg kami yang dah sarat jauh-jauh.

Kuta punyalah sesak, berbeza dengan Ubud dan Lovina. Kira "culture shock" jugaklah. Turun je dari bas, pekerja Perama tanya " Udah ada hotel?". Terus akak jawab, "Ya, kami mau tinggal di Puri Agung". Terus ditunjukkan arah ke situ. Taklah jauh, dalam 300 meter, tapi tak glamor betul kena tarik beg atas jalanraya (bayangkan Chow Kit).

Akhirnya jumpalah Puri Agung (puri=istana). Menurut "Rough Guide", penginapan ini ialah jenis losmen (rumah tumpangan). Kecik je, bangunan dua tingkat, ada 12 bilik semuanya dan ditengah-tengahnya ada laman sekangkang kera. Sewanya Rp50,000 (RM20) semalam.

Sebelah-menyebelah Puri Agung semuanya losmen juga. Padat, disulami lorong-lorong kecil semuat motosikal lalu. Jauh beza dari Tegal Sari atau Hotel Bali Taman Lovina. Konon-konon nak jimat duit sikit sebab nak last minute shopping. Tapi kalau lain kali datang Kuta serik nak duduk kat losmen lagi. Dinding tak ada sound proof langsung. Lepas kita orang dengar sebutir-sebutir jiran sebelah, kita orang terus kawal sikit volume, yalah, kan sama bahasa. Nasib baik malam tu kami tak dengar bunyi-bunyi mengerang. Mungkin ada, tapi kami tak dengar sebab hujan. Kat luar pulak, bunyi motorsikal tak henti-henti sampai ke pukul 1 pagi. Tak macam orang-orang di Ubud dan Lovina yang kecut nak keluar malam, sebab takut jumpa hantu. Di Kuta, hantu lain yang keluar malam. Di Kuta banyak pub dan kelab, betul-betul cater untuk pelancung asing.

Aktiviti kami di Kuta relaks sahaja. Bersiar-siar di pantai Kuta, dan window shopping. Ingatkan nak tambah souvenir, tapi beg dah sarat, takut pulak kena denda dek Air Asia. DVD lanun selamba je diaorang jual dalam kantor, macam OK aje. Harga yang baru Rp10000, yang lama Rp7500. Itu yang tergoda tuh. Beli jugaklah.

Memori yang paling berkesan di Kuta ialah akak dibahasakan sebagai "embak". Pertama, dek seorang mamat ni yang sedang memandu mobilnya, bertanyakan saya yang dijalanan, "Embak, di mana musolla?" Juga, oleh budak muda pembantu di Puri Agung. Akak sebenarnya mendidih jugak. Apa, ingat aku tua sangat ke? Dahlah kat Lovina orang ingat akak mak si Tar. Balik Malaysia baru tahu yang embak maksudnya kakak, bukannya makcik. Yalah, kita bukan ikut serial Indon di TV kan. Memang berkesan memori itu sampailah jadi nama blog ni, hee hee.

Lepas dah pergi ke Bali 2 kali nih, rasanya dah puas tengok Bali. Tapi tak tahulah kan, kot-kot terdatang lagi.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

CHASING DOLPHINS AT SUNRISE

That morning of 12th April, Che Tar and I woke up early, had our breakfast at Greenfields (the breakfast at Tegal Sari is better) and soon after off we dashed to the Ubud market for more souvenirs. We had to come back by 11 am as our bus was to leave at 11.30. The ride to the market and back was "gratis" meaning, on the house. Lots of things are sold there, from prepared food to produce to souvenirs. The shopping started off very calm but ended very frantic when we realized that it's time to leave. We didn't wait for our ride to come fearing that we would be late for the bus, so we took a cab instead.

Luckily the distance from Greenfields to the Perama bus station is about 20 steps, so we managed to reach it, with bags in tow in no time. But the bus was late. Oh well, it's better than if we were late. We were going to Lovina (acronym for Love Indonesia)which is located in the nothern part of the island. The journey took 3 hours with a stop midway in the town of Candikuning.

We reached Lovina at about 3pm, checked into Bali Taman Hotel and was pleasantly surprised that we were upgraded to a better room because the hotel had to accommodate a big group of German tourists. We unpacked our packed rice which we bought from a Muslim vendor in Candikuning and ate in grateful silence, after missing rice for 2 days.

We made our way to the beach in the evening hoping to catch a sunset. The beach is dull; its sand is black, residue of a volcanic eruption 4 decades ago. We were soon greeted by vendors selling stuff; we bought some because they were so relentless. The sunset was not that spectacular. Nearby, there was a ceremony going on; a group of villagers in their smart attire giving some kind of offering to the sea. The wailing of the priest and priestess went on until night time.

We woke up very, very early the next morning to catch a boat to sea to see dolphins! That's the main reason of our trip to this place. After several miles offshore, we (and like 20 other boats) met a few schools of dolphins. We didn't linger long, we had to return ashore to catch a bus that would take us to Kuta. Two other memorable things happened in Lovina; one, we saw one guest who could be George Bush's twin, and the other, which is so unjust - one of the vendors on the beach thought I am Tar's mother! Brengsek.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

The unforgettable Fritos


Many, many years ago, I was lucky enough to study in the US of A. Those were very impressionable years, and until today I still wear the threadbare sleeveless "Minneapple" t-shirt when it's hot and sometimes the many-holed "Hamline University" sweatshirt to bed. A nostalgic person I am one! And every now and then I would have this craving for a certain salty snack called Fritos Corn Chips.

I have, for the longest time scoured the aisles in supermarkets for this particular snack; I even went to that one shop in Jalan Ampang that caters to the ex-pats community for this chips, but no one sells this chips in KL.

The last time I snacked on this chips was in 1998 or 1999, when my doctorate friend came back for a holiday. Since then, I had to be satisfied with a memory. Of course, I have friends who visit the States but I was too shy to ask them to get if for me. So when I learned that my sis-in-law was going to Santa Fe for work early this month, I jumped at the chance. Thanks to her, I am now munching the corn chips as I type these words.

What's so special about this snack? After all it's made of only corn, corn oil and salt. It is actually quite SALTY and when you eat on an empty stomach, it gives you a very satisfying and fulfilling experience. On that note, I shall stop munching and save the balance of the chips for later when I am really famished.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

My Bali Experience Continues...




After checking into our new accommodation at Greenfields, Che Tar and I went to Perama Bus Station which is located just 3 metres away(Perama is Bali's biggest tour bus company) to buy tickets to Lovina. They cost Rp70,000 one way per person.

By 7 pm, we were ready to go to Pura Desa Kutuh (pura=temple). There are many cultural troupes in Ubud, as Ubud is known as the centre of Arts. There are many programs to choose from, so I consulted Pak Nengah for the best show tonight. The ride to the temple is complimentary. The driver dropped us off and promised to come back when the show is over.

We were early, so Che Tar and I sat in the front row. The stage is set outside the temple, kalau dalam kuil, tak naklah Embak masuk. By the time the show started at 7.30pm the theatre was filled with tourists.

The show started off by a procession of musicians,dancers and a priest. According to the program booklet the priest had just blessed the performers in the temple. Maybe not tonight because the priest proceeded to sprinkle holy water on the stage, the music instruments and the performers. Luckily he didn't spatter us the audience. The audience silently whispered to each other about the seated odd-looking musician; a mat salleh who played a flute-like instrument.

After a loud and lonnngg instrumental, the dancers came out; graceful dances alternated with scary mask dances. About 6 dances in all, if I'm not mistaken. I was sooo glad when the show finally came to an end. The young dancers came down to the floor to tuck a flower behind our ears but seeing I was wearing tudung, the girl just handed it to me.

Overall, I felt the show was HEAVY. I didn't mind the delightful head and eye movements of the petite young dancers, but the horrible looking masks and distorted movements of the male dancers disgusted me. Nonetheless, an interesting experience.The last time I was in Bali, I saw the Barong dance. For my next trip, I want to catch the all-male chest-baring Kecak dance. Yay!

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

JOGGING errr, WALKING, rather

At the beginning of the year, as usual, I made a list of things that I pledge to do, one of which, is exercise. You see, the newspaper, the internet, the radio, the tv have all been telling me, in order to have good health, one must not only eat well, sleep well, have positive thoughts, one must also EXERCISE! My manager has long advised me to join Clark Hatch, nah I said. I don't want to pay money to exercise. So I opted for the cheapest form of exercise, jogging! And I'd need a partner for that.

So I asked my buddy, Che Ani to jog with me. So every Friday evening, we would try, the key word here is "try" to jog together. To make it more interesting, we would change venues.

So the first two sessions, we jogged, oklah, we brisk walked, oklah, we breeze walked at the infamous Kelana Jaya park. Then we switched to Taman Tun park. Then to that park beside Amcorp Mall, then we walked at the housing estate where Che Ani lives. All in all, I think we jogged like 5 times. In between, I managed to jog with Che Tar twice at KLCC and Taman Tun. We started in March, and ended in May. The last time Che Ani and I attempted to exercise was to the furniture shop near her house, after which we immediately adjourned to IKEA in her car.

We blame the afternoon showers lah. So many times, rain-rain only. So, I switch to morning exercise. Since Che Ani could not join me, I brave myself to jog/walk at the park near my house. I promised myself to do it at least 3 times a week. But so far, I have not been consistent.

This morning I had a bonus! I caught sight of one jogger who is so "my type". I remember my Ustaz said the first sight is halal, the second one is also ok, the third yang tak boleh. So, after I first saw him, I jogged in the opposite direction knowing very well I'd bump into him again as we were both circling the lake. Senyum meleret gue. Best! Best!

Current Book: My CFP Text Book, final exam only 3 days away!
Current Distraction: www.joeperantau.blogspot.com