Sugar

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The sublime  R e z a   R a h a d i a n   M a t u l e s s y
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The more the merrier? 😉

Baperrrr….

Been  watching  his  movies  nonstop  for  the  past  several  days,  starting with “S u r g a   Y a n g   T a k   D i r i n d u k an   2” at the bioskop 😉

Unlike my BFF of yonks who thinks she has a chance with a Tony Award-winning Broadway actor (who has a lot of time for his fans, admittedly), this realist knows that even though the probability that R e z a  plays on the other team and rides the Hershey Highway is almost certain… it doesn’t make a bleddy difference. As covetable as he is, we might as well be living on different planets ~ his world and mine… never the twain shall meet. He’s just a dream.  A fantasy.  An escape.

My mental  escape.

My escape from all that beleaguer and weigh me down. An escape from what IS to what I wish things WERE.

I am just so T-I-R-E-D  of the way things are now.  The way things are going, I don’t think there is any change in sight and the prospect of that weighs me down like no other.

So I escape into the virtual arms of this talented, insightful, sensitive, intense man… whose immense talent allows him to play a myriad of vastly different roles to the hilt, like no one else can. A consummate actor whose dark good looks don’t exactly make it difficult to glue my eyes to screen, either 😅

I want my own  Dr.  S y a r i e f.  I don’t want to have to dumb down anymore.

**pics are from the @official p i l a r e z  IG account.

No Rest For The Wicked

Well.. well… Isn’t it shaping up to be #oneentryaday, lately?

Allahyarhamha Mum used to love this phrase, “no rest for the wicked” and she usually said it referring to me coz she loved to tease that I am ‘wicked’… which I AM, so I am totally not going to refute it *wry laugh*

I have a gajillion and one things to do in preparation for Eid. I have been assigned to cook the rendang tok by the Mak Tiri. I will also be making lamb and chicken biryani for the so-called ‘open house’ on the first day of Eid. I have sent messages to all and sundry that it will only be between post-Eid prayers and Maghrib.  Saper2 yang lambat tu sila bergerak ke rumah seterusnya coz ain’t nobadeh going to be at Seri Semantan (yes, that’s what the house my brothers and I grew up in is named :P) after Maghrib.

I know Dad will want me to uphold Allahyarhamha Mummy’s Eid traditions… so now I am faced with baking Raya cookies too, the ones she would usually make herself annually without fail~ her famous raisin cornflake cookies, biskut Arab and kuih bawang (aka kuih gunting – the most LECEH of the lot to  make! 😫) Akak dah lama tak buat kuih Raya ni chuols… Pengsan laaaaaa…

Then there’s this whole drama re: Allahyarhamha Mummy’s family coming over to celebrate Eid with us.  I had assumed that Dad wouldn’t stoop so low as to tell my maternal uncles that they cannot come for Raya but he did. just. that.

*facepalm*

He just told them “there will be no one at Seri Semantan” so there’s “no Raya” this year.

Boleh??!!

Does Dad realise how foolish and silly that sounds? Surely Mum’s brothers will be thinking, isn’t In or Zane celebrating Eid even though there’s “no one” at SS? Dad’s issue of being “too embarrassed”/ not being able to face Allahyarhamha Mummy’s brothers with his new wife has created so many problems since Mummy returned to Rahmatullah.

They KNOW of his second wife and they are OK with it (IMHO, they are entitled to feel whatever they want about this) but Dad is the one who cannot face them. I am thinking how much longer does this have to go on? When I wanted to invite them for makan2 after the numerous tahlil-s we had for Allahyarhamhuma Mum and Brix**, Dad would always answer,

“Alah… diaorang bukan Islam pun…”

What??! So? That was never an issue when Allahyarhamha Mum was still around… How narrow Dad’s view is.

Makes me terribly sad… what would Mummy feel if she were still around and sees Dad doing this to her family?

My maternal relatives will always be family to me, I cherish and treasure the relationship… and I am not about to sever any of the ties I have with my maternal uncles. In all honesty, I prefer my maternal uncles to Dad’s side of the family ~ opportunistic vultures each and one of them with the exception of a very select few +___+

That Melayu tamak harta shite you see in those slot Samarinda/Akasia/Dahlia/wothaveyou dramas actually happen IRL, I assure you… well at least in Dad’s family it does! *rolls eyes sampai nak tercabut*

I have to be off to calculate my zakat pulak ni. The state of ennui that has plagued me since the past month made me put it off till today. Ramadhan will be over before I know it and I haven’t calculated my 2.5% yet.. استغفر الله العظيم

No rest for the wicked! 😛

** I have never mentioned nor written about my brother Brix’s return to Rahmatullah… because it is something horrendously painful for me. Just thinking about it feels like a red-hot knife stabbing my heart and twisting and twisting and macerating what little is left of its broken pieces. I will write about it…some day.

In Plain Sight

Writing here is nice.

It’s not a private blog yet no one comes to read except me… so it might as well be a private one.  I can be as self-absorbed as I wanna be and who’s going to give a shite?

I like that I have been writing every day… albeit silly, superficial stuff. Just letting the fingers fly over the keyboard with whatever it is that is on my mind at that. particular. moment.

Randomness.

I can’t fast yet today. Was hoping to be able to mandi at Fajr just now and fast… but no… the odds are not in my favour to have less than 6 days to ‘pay back’ come Syawal. The Mr is going to be gone on his travels soon after Eid, I hope to finish my puasa ganti and puasa 6 by then, انشاءالله.

Downloading “Zindagi Milegi Na Dobara” (in essence: YOLO, literal translation: “Won’t Get Another Life”) because Farhan Akhtar is in it. Flavour of the moment…. after seeing him in “Dil Dhadakne Do” (Let The Heart Beat).  Brill in “Rock On” too. Talented chap ~ actor, singer, lyricist, director, producer, screenplay writer. Easy on the eyes too… (I can almost hear my youngest go, “Mummmm..” whilst rolling his eyes. What??? #marriednotburied OK? LOLOL)

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Today also marks the day I make an attempt at continuing Allahyarhamha Mummy’s tradition. I know it won’t be Eid for Dad if there aren’t any rendang/lemang/kari ayam/ketupat/kuah kacang. So… akak nak cuba masak Rendang Tok (the kind of rendang Mum used to favour) for the pestaim today. Wismilak. Hopefully it will be edible. If it turns out OK, I will attempt to cook it for Eid. Hamakgaddd… wot am I saying?

 

Humble brag?

I was trawling through the FB page for the residential area where I live and read a woman’s ranting post about her curtains that she spent RM 80,000 on, bought from a popular neighbourhood interior design shop.

She went on and on about how shite the curtains were, how bad the installation work was (the entire thingamajig had fallen, railings and all from their wall-brackets)  yadda yadda yadda. Said post also came with a snapshot of the fallen curtains ~ simple, cream, plain chintz-y type material.

Her major beef was that she had called the shop ONCE but didn’t receive any reply, that’s why she wants to highlight how bad the after-sales service of the shop was. So many other of my fellow kampung-ites chimed in and said, she should call again.  They may have been busy when she called, citing their own experience with the shop being nothing but good. (I have good experience with the shop too, their good/products/service are pricey but they are very professional. The Burmese teak custom-made bed that I am lying on as I type this was made by their master carpenter. When one of the mattress supports broke several years back [don’t ask… *rolls eyes*] they sent the original carpenter who made the bed to come and repair it for me. )

The woman ranter/poster then replied, “I am not going to call again and again. As far as I am concerned, once is enough.”

Wah… arrogant nya kau.

Makes me wonder if her motive was just to herald to the world that she has curtains worth RM80k in her house. I know people who have RM110k worth of curtains in their home, tak ada pulak nak gebang.

At any rate, apa punya bangang lah nak install curtains that expensive in one’s home when one can get absolutely similar ones for a minor fraction of the cost from places like Nilai or Tangkak? Susahlah sikit to drive all the way to these jin berdisco places but why not if one can save tens of thousands of ringgit? Lecehlah jugak when things need to be resewn/repaired but.. hel-lo… TENS of thousands of ringgit saved compared to the minor inconvenience of driving out of the city?

Belen nouveau-riche kot. T___T