Newfound love

 

We found love in a hopeless place, we found love in a hopeless place

I just read a tweet stating that if you use ‘Honestly’ as an opening of a sentence, you aren’t actually being honest in the first place. But here I am, being all honest, from the bottom of my humbled heart haha, honestly saying that I don’t enjoy the song quoted above by Rihanna. Just felt like putting a quote that which optimizes the word found and love. OK too much digression.

Hello fellow readers, since I’m a self proclaimed the biggest fan of Siti Nurhaliza, I assumed y’all do the same too. ahahaha

I love Malaysia. What’s there not to love?? It’s THE country that practices 24 hour gluttony and proud to have one of the highest mortality rate of heart diseases  -__-

Therefore suffice for me to blorg a little bit more on my recent homecoming, which I met my ultimate favourite blorgger mamatiamia! She’s soo cool that soo many came into curiosity of asking who is she ever since I dedicated a link to her blorg. We share the same kampung, not the same house for sure ahaha, proud to be negeri sembilan people, though I was born in Selangor ( Ya Allah all of my justifications turned out to be so contradicting ), and she even went to the same school as my Mama did.

By the way big kudos to  akak greetingsfromengland for that compliment on my Mama haha. She surely enjoys her youthful look despite her age, but my main concern is her health, insyaAllah everything’s gonna be in the OK land.

 

Hot FM’s entrance, at the reception hallway of Mamatiamia’s office. OK Fara Fauzana wasn’t fat at all ahahaha. Heard stories about the studio  is haunted by spirit I don’t even wanna elaborate. But the truth is, it’s located at the ground floor, relatively at the entrance of the main building and you can even see the DJ in action. Aren’t ghosts supposed to locate themselves in a more spooky setting, or they just wanted to be a DJ? OK shut up.

We met and she gave me a superbly done pure sambal bawang nogori which only true nogorians can appreciate the love that the simple and fulfilling sambal has to offer. Those who aren’t in favour of onions, please walk away ahaha. We then proceed to the cafeteria cum food court for a chat, and trust me we talked like we have met forever. So much to gossip for such a short period of time, it was friday so the call for friday prayer is the main priority.

Mamatiamia was talking about Ikea’s meatball and without much of a significance she expressed her desire of eating banana leaf rice = __ =

Right after the prayer at Kayu Ara mosque, I began my search for the coveted and much talked about banana leaf rice. She did said about a restaurant in TTDI, so there I went. My Mama did told me before about her experience eating it but never take me out to sample it. An Indian friend once said it’s sinful to eat the rice other than using our hand. OK I can do that hahaha.

 

Found it! Ordered the fried quarter chicken, breast side and a cup of rassam. Honestly, and yes I’m being honest here, I’m kinda clueless on how to order the food, and later to find out that the food actually comes to you. Ooooo heavenly!

 

The highlight of the whole experience, right hand in action! Get it all wet and messy!

 

The yellow star to conceal the uber huge mole, inherited from my Mama haha

 

It is the newfound love. Why didn’t I try this meal before? Why only few days before I leave for Jakarta? WHYYYYYY?

Total damage: RM15.40. Hmmmm, more on the expensive slope. BUT, it was quarter chicken and the rice is seriously equivalent to 3 plates. So it was rather economical right? It filled me up and I’m never been more satisfied over a meal. Hidup banana leaf rice!

 

 

Met a friend, for the first time too in The Empire Subang and we had a long chat about work and he’s into fashion, High fashion to be specific. His words inspired me so much my mouth was literally opened soo wide everytime more and more explicit details about designers’ goods were told. One day I’ll be shopping in KLCC ground floor boutiques and money will never be an object, anymore, Astaghfirullahalazim. Initially we wanted to hit Dave’s Deli, only one thing registered in mind, the glorious Hainanese Chicken Chop!!! It turned out the sky wasn’t soo pleasing and it rained like hell. We ended up at The Loaf. Thanks Tun Mahathir for coming out with such a brilliant bakery, the bakestuffs are to die for.

 

The newfound affair. The chocolate croissant. Delicious is an understatement. It was divine. Oooo yeah. What a wholesome day it was. Great company + great chitchat and gossips ( my favourite part of the whole thing ) + super good food. What is there not to love about Malaysia. And why am I being so patriotic??

 

Just for the record, Siti Nurhaliza went to the same school as my father did wtf