Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Sarawak, Sukma & Soup

WHAT CAN I SAY? Can’t wait any longer to online and update my blog. I hardly hold my eager. People said its enthusiasm. So here I am. It’s been more than a week, and felt so far from all this kind of thing… And I missed so much. I do. Many things happened and of course, I’m glad to share. Every tiny little bit of story. haha, I’m kidding. My story not as fantastic as my real experienced so called jejune writing. To be honest, I tried to make it looked interesting. Make it fun to read and so on. I put and mixed all the kind of feeling and self-delusion, various experienced and challenging adventured, dirty thoughts and good taught, flattered a bit and deceived a big, get used physically and mostly abused mentally, rejected love and dejected life with a little over reacting to bring a new sensation in my writing skill. Sadly, an outcome not as I hope. Well, I guess I need to work harder on this. Tonight, I just highlight a few things and I’ll be gone... get match to watch. Netherlands vs. Romania... I dare to say, Netherlands will win for sure. At the same time, different place, different channel... France vs. Italy. Well, I will watch it later... better focus one match at one time... afraid I’m gonna miss the best part...whatever!

7th June 2008
Morning
To cut long story short, on Saturday, after the day I’m arrived at home, just after breakfast, I brought my friend went to short trip to keropok factory, just looking around and he seems amazed a little. of course he did, it’s a new thing for him. Briefly I explained what I knew about the process and tried to look smart on what I don't. Ha-ha! Mostly I don’t know, so to speak. I told him to try to knead the dough. What can I say, he’s a shy guy. Let me breeze through the detail of the process to make a keropok keping, 1. Slice the fresh fish – can be tamban, buru, or parang (I better invent a new machine for this to reduce the cost and the talkative workers), 2.Mix with sago, starch and salt in the mixture, 3. knead or getel the dough, (option: on this stage, you can fry it already, and for me its taste the best amongst the keropok) 4. Ready to boil, after this stage, we called it keropok rebus or in trengganuspeak we called it kopok lekor or kopok ghotel (keropok rebus is ready to eat or you can fry it if you want) 5. keropok rebus ready to be slice with cutting machine after a day it boiled, to make sure its not sticky and feeble. 6. Dried it under the ray of light of the shiny sun, the weather is so important at this stage, hot and dry, 7. After a half day bathed under the sun, the name of keropok rebus changes to keropok keping or kering and its ready to pack and 8. It’s ready to sell. Come, come and buy! Truly original recipe from Terengganu.


Afternoon
Had a little bit confused about the plan. Supposed I’m with my bro-in-law, Abg Long to go to specialist hospital, to visit my sis, she admitted into ward due to many reasons... shortly after she went back from Chiang Mai... No comment (just wanna correct the mistaken from the previous post, not only my sis and my bro, but my sisters, 3 persons went to Chiang Mai). Then straight to the airport, and next to stadium as the first plan. Suddenly, she got permission to leave in the afternoon. So Abg Longs car was fully booked, him, his daughter and my sis. No more spaces for two, I’m with him, remember? My sis's car already full with 3 passengers, my bro and my parents. No chance for me to join them. I thought the plan canceled, but luckily, it wasn't, Abg Lie was joined the trip to airport. So we can join them. yay! Ready to go to airport at Gong Badak. First time I’ve been there. Quite astonishing. My first thought, it was a museum, much like a Losong Museum... and fortunately i knew the direction where I'm headed to, so i got no confused. My parent got ticket to Sarawak. And dunno when both of them will be back. If they like, they will stay longer there. And if not, tomorrow they will be back so to speak. Just take your time, dad, mum… Relax and enjoy. And for the time being, I will take the charge. The responsibility now is on my shoulder as I’m the older brother left. Haha~~ the joke was on me. I’m rather not taking the charge. Not fit at all. Leave it to my bibik, my second sister. And now looked what happened, I’m the chef, I’m the washer, I’m the babysitter, I’m the seller, I’m the shitter… everything was on me! But it was fun indeed; I did it on my own. My dad left two errands for me instead while he away, 1. Feed the hens and 2. Empty the dustbins. But I left no 1 to my sis, I even can’t enter the hen-house, it’s too small for me and too smelly. the shit everywhere, up and down, left and right... can you guys imagine that. I can’t stand the smell and my nephew was worse than me, he spew after went in the hut. Haha!

My dad asked me once if I wanna join them and my mum agreed, but kindly I refused. My bro said, come with him if I wanna try my luck over there. Who knows? But I knew it’s not my place from the first place. May be I’ll give a visit someday. If I get an extra! you know what I mean.



Evening
After send them off to fly... around 3.45 p.m., I’m supposed follow my sis to go somewhere around Gong Badak for field trip… kind of. But something came out. So got canceled again! It was nothing to me. I got plenty of times for field trip. But right now, have to change plan, back to the original, followed Abg Long and his daughter went to watch sukma games. First, we went to stadium terbuka, look like wau bulan shape from far away and nice to see from far, far away… but if you take a look inside, the perfection is zero. may be negative. Very bad construction, I can say the contractor and engineer himself doesn’t learn the ethics or may be not practice what they learn. Wanker. I feel sorry for them. But mostly hate their reckless work. Well who am I to teach them. Forget that and as I remembered, there was track event took place when we arrived, semi final for men, well, Zabidi took the lead! And he won gold medal in the final. But we can't stay any longer there, so hot and we all got sweat, i was sweating like a pig! Then, we went to stadium tertutup to watch gymnastic, ball and ribbon disciplines. It was much better inside... chill and cool. And fun to watch… ahaks! stay there much longer till every drops of my sweat evaporated and the chill took the place to the bones.

On the way back, we all suffered from starving. So we went ahead to restaurant, very familiar to them but not for us. Abg Long asked me to try herb soup. Well, why not? I gave it a tried. Someone gonna pay, but not me for sure. And it’s delicious. So fabulouso! It was a trademark for the restaurant. I forgot the name of the restaurant. Let it be. But around the area of Bukit Gayah... ermm I'm not sure. Then, they took him, not me, went to go around the city... and it made me got bored, I’m sure my friend did to. Seriously, this town got nothing to fancy me. No offense. but I rather defense in this case. huhu~~ Nothing changed for decade. And how come it was “bandaraya”, you gotta be kidding! It’s past 7 already when we reached home. That it is.

lastly, i can make it! make a long story look short. haha~~ What a busy day i guess... daa~~ my match will start soon… so soon.

And by the way, we plan to go to Kapas Island for the next day... my bro knew the boatmen, he kind of relative to my mum, so I asked him to get two free tickets for us. Huhu~~

Lesson of the day:
Remember this;
1. The thing we plan not always goes smoothly as we want to, so we need to prepare for the next....
2. Think twice if you plan to come to “bandaraya” Kuala Terengganu. Haha~~

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