Beautiful.Mind.Life

Here are the photographs taken during the recently feasted Aidilfitri. Not the best raya ever in my life, but still, it’s raya. Feels so good during raya, especially in kampung.

Enjoy!

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I was alone at home today. My wife, kid and sister went to KL for a reason. So I had KFC’s Dinner Plate for my break-fast yesterday. I was flat out on the bed right after break-fast, being a result of feeling amazingly sleepy.

I woke up at 2 in the morning, feeling funny. Where am I? What did I do just now? Where’s everyone? Whatever it was, I now felt pretty hungry. I did some laundry, packed the bag for balik kampung, and decided for an early sahur. And so I’m off.

It was slighly raining when I started to drive. Wandering around Kerteh town, I stopped at my favorite restaurant which looked like they were still open, just to hear the guy yelled “Dah takde pape dah bang!“, right after I got out of the car. And so I continued to wander. There were few more restaurants, looked like there were still open, but I had bad experience with the first one, so I refused to try.

I headed on to McDonald’s, which has a huge 24-Hour sign, thinking this will surely be my resort for sahur, surely. Arrived, I parked the car at the disabled space (I didn’t think any OKU would’ve come here for sahur anyway). I went straight to the entrance door, after passing three couples comforting each other, cuddling to get some heat in the chilly rain. Get a room, guys. This was by far, the worst view I’ve ever seen during Ramadhan. Even worse, they were all Malays, with the girls were all nicely covered with tudung. Shameless.

Back to my McDonald’s quest. The door was locked. Puzzled, I waved at the floor-cleaning girl inside.

“Dah tutup ke?“

“Ya. Dah tutup.“

“Drive through?“

“Tutup gak.“

“Kata 24 hours?“

“…….“

There I was. Puzzled. No satisfying answer. Hungry. Pissed.

I left, and had my sahur at this weird, all Indonesians restaurant. Even the customers were all Indonesians. I didn’t really care. I had a plate of fried kuehtiaw, a glass of iced Nescafe and a trembling chest watching Liverpool walked away with a 1-0 win over Debrecen in Champions League. I was never a fan of Liverpool. Not that I hate them. I just hate that cocky Rafa.

Conclusion here? I’m right at your side, McCurry, no matter how crazy McDonald’s suppressed you before.

PS: It sucks just to think that I’ve been lied wholly at 4 in the morning.

Again, Awana Kijal was where we had our breakfast yesterday, this time sponsored by Cetco. Thank you.

Not so many pictures this time, as the place is heavily crowded. Can hardly move around. But I have to say that Awana did good job preparing the food. All of them were much better than past years, although there are still rooms for improvement. The marinated fried beef was the man-of-the-match last night. Nice.

PS: Alhamdulillah.

PSS: Today we’ll meet again for next iftar. Venue? Awana, again!!

We had our breakfast last night in Kemaman’s Room at Awana Kijal. A decent room with warm ambient, better food than last year (all the previous years in fact). New caterer perhaps. But still, I won’t pay such an amount of money to have dinner over there again. Unless it’s free like last night.

Imran was the limelight, maybe because he’s the youngest. Or maybe because everyone was expecting to see him. Or maybe simply becase he’s too cute to resist (papa’s son, where else would you think he gets his cuteness?).

Well, he almost scream last night, right after that funny guy announced we can start the food feast. But we somehow managed to put him into sleep, and eat happily ever after.

We left at almost 8PM. Heavy-headed and filled-tummy. There goes my diet, yet again.

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PS: Mrs. Herbalife, I will need your great product again the soonest after Eid.

PSS: Ms. Coach, your order is done.

PSSS: Oh, free breakfast feast again tonight? Text me the place!

Right after work, I headed to the bazaar located at the central of Chukai town in Kemaman. It took me almost an hour to reach there, thanks to the heavy traffic at the bridge near my work place (thank you Mr. MB for your concern).

My wife was already waiting for me there after she finished her tasks with the banks. We had a brief walk around the bazaar. We got ourselves some junk food and a half of honey roasted chicken as our main course.

Exactly RM28 spent. I really feel it was such a waste when we had our break-fast at 1916 hours. Nothing tasted as good as its look. RM28 can get me few kilos of bloated fish (translation for ikan kembung, by AA once ago), a kilo or two of fresh meat and probably a whole chicken, which equals to almost a week buka puasa supplies. Putting it in other way, I have actually spent the whole week’s supplies expenditure for a one time buka puasa.

The day before yesterday, we spent RM50 for Pizza Hut. I didn’t feel bad at all.

I have a policy of no matter how expensive a food is, as long as it tastes good, I won’t mind. What pissed me off just now was those people who sells craps and bullshits for living.

Bila tanya, semua claim sedap. Fools.