Kepunan ini ju!!

As I was driving home from work two days ago, an image of a nice cup of delicious Cadbury’s hot choc crept into my mind. So I decided that was what I was going to have as soon as I got home.

Walked into the room, dropped all my stuff, and pulled the curtain back. But it got stuck.

Naturally, I pulled up the chair nearby and heaved my more-than-generous mass up to fix the curtain. Not a second later I heard a slight crack, looked down, and as I shrieked like a little girl and arms flailing about, both my feet went through the chair. An excruciating sensation immediately ensued. Grateful that this whole episode happened within the confines of my private room, I pulled my self up and tried release myself from the wrecked chair. But as I did so, I felt more pain. Apparently the screws from the broken piece had sunk themselves into my right foot and my attempt to simply pull it out only drove them deeper. Ouch.

It was only after some clever manoevering (spelling?) that I managed to free myself from the clutches of death, if with a wounded leg and bruised ego.

Fatso's hoof all cleaned up. The other side didn't look to pretty either.

Fatso's hoof all cleaned up. The other side didn't look too pretty either.

The fangs of death

The fangs of death

Had this mishap had taken place in front of my aunts or grans, at this point I’d be the target of their uninvited comments and smug speculations as to why I’d fallen- “kepunan!” – a misfortune that befalls you because you didn’t eat or drink something you’d been wishing for or had been offered… The whole event would have been complemented with a generous serving of “Penyaram!”, “Bilak mato!”, “Baru ju tau!”, “Kinyam!” – expressions devoid of much-required sympathy all meaning “serves you right!” – at which point I’d assume the foetal position and roll into a ball of self-pity and die.

So – imagine my relief my aunts didn’t have the honour of witnessing this unceremonious plunge.

I should have been more careful. Or perhaps I should have gone straight into the kitchen and had that Hot chocolate I’d been craving for and averted the supposed screwdriver-wielding evil spirits who loosened the screws in the chair.

Either way, it’s happened. But rather than “kepunan”, I think it happened because my university didn’t teach me not to use this chair to lift myself up to fix things.

You rock my world! literally.

You rock my world! literally.

Genius.

Jalan-jalan cari makan: Telisai

Isra’ Mikraj holiday last month me and my mates were bored out of our minds. We desperately needed to entertain ourselves, so we all squeezed into my tiny mobile and rode west of the country to Telisai.

Telisai is a drive-through little village that’s still got a quaint feel to it. Macam a mid-Western cowboy salon where people stopover, tie their horses, have their drink and off they trot on their horses again- except it’s not.

We’d heard that there’s this really good Kolo Mee stall that sells for a mere $2. Look for it we must. It’s located at the Gerai Telisai, a row of foodstalls right at the junction into Danau.

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But this was only 3.45pm, and apparently the stall we came looking for wasn’t open yet. A bit disappointed and a lot famished (I was beginning to have visions in my mind), we decided to go across the road to the legendary Restoran Haji KK Koya. This Telisai branch looks like it’s stuck in the 70s- the floor tiles, the thick and many coats of paint on the walls and railings, the whole shizzle actually. But it was good. Good good. And the food was classic KK Koya Kuih Suji, bright orange (probably 100% tartazine) with raisins, and Apam, washed down with obligatory teh tarik.

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We also just had to order KK Koya’s famous rojak- fluffy cucur udang and boiled eggs coated with heavenly sweet peanut sauce.

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Well, we had to feed our demons while waiting for the Kolo Mee place to open…

Remember I said this place had the feel of a wild west stop-over? It was probably the feeling I got from our fellow patrons, a very satisfied lady slumped in her seat and some menacing-looking Road HOGs.

Wonder what they'd do if they caught me stealing this shot...

Wonder what they'd do if they caught me stealing this shot...

Raging hunger pangs tamed, and an hour gone, we decided it was now time for what we ventured out here to eat, the Kolo Mee, but they were still not open yet. Only one thing to do, drive around.

At the end of the Danau spit, we found this charming little old school kadai- even the shelves were painted wood. Very cool.

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Done with the sightseeing, we headed back to the gerai…
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“Kolo mee corner Salihim” it’s called.

Kolo Mee Ayam

Kolo Mee Ayam

Kolo Mee Daging

Kolo Mee Daging

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The Kolo Mee certainly lived up to its reputation. Tasty, quick and cheap. The Kolo Mee actually looked rather ordinary, but it was how it tasted that was different. And this one was really good, and definitely well worth the wait.

Thus ends our food- and fun-filled Telisai adventure. It was an excellent spontaneous outing. Incidentally, we heard that there’s a Nasi Katok stall that sells “Nasi Katok Regular, Unleaded, and Super”. So, Telisai beckons.

My Brick Oven @ Hobo: Update

The oven, as I had anticipated, did not survive the intense heat and balik-balik use. It served me well and came up with excellent results foodwise, but cracks were beginning to show everywhere from the strain. But fret not, I gave it a facelift or perhaps a reconstruction, and here is Oven Mark II…

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You will observe that an additional opening has been constructed at the back of the oven. This is where the firewood is supposed to go in and burn. I deliberately designed this opening to also serve as a grill for your normal barbie.

Food to be cooked in the oven will be placed through the front, and the chamber can now be dedicated to food only, whereas before the firewood and food all came through the front. There is a door to cover the front and trap the heat.

This new design has not been tested, but am positive it’ll work. Pure cement was used to plaster the bricks together, with wire gauze for reinforcement. Only one way to find out, but that’s gonna have to wait till after raya now.

Happy Birthday & Ramadan Kareem!

Sheepishly I wish this blog a happy 1st birthday! Only a few days late 🙂

Special Birthday Chocolates specially flown in from Seoul, Korea. Delicious.

Special Birthday Chocolates specially flown in from Seoul, Korea. Delicious.

Work has hijacked my life, hence a rather low-key birthday celebration for the blog, which in all honesty, I never thought would last a month even! Blessings of Ramadan, I suppose.

Here’s wishing you all Ramadan Kareem- Kullu sanah wa antum bikhair, barakallahu lana walakum!

Postdated blogs coming soon.

Selamat Menunaikan Ibadah Puasa!