Isn't it too much to eat?

While Muslims in Malaysia would have been eating two courses of meal for breaking of fasting today, Somalians are probably have nothing to eat. I read a story in Huffington before about a Somalian mother losing her breast milk to feed her child while on her way to food distribution centre. Can you imagine the devastating effect it has on the baby. How unbearable the situation for a mother to watch it happen to her child is beyond imagination. I admit that I bought extra food everyday. Well, I finished all of them but I think I would have been okay if I did not have another nasi goreng, soto ayam or mee jawa after my nasi with ayam for breaking of fasting. Come to think of it, the Somalians are not even close to a drop of water and I drink like a gallon of it every night. 

So how is it that the world has not noticed? And why is it so difficult for us to give?

The politicians argue about it here and there. They keep bullshitting us about the 'plans' while people are dying. If you can bail out a rich country for trillion dollars, why can't you at least set a portion of million dollars to give food right now? Yes, don't show your moronic I-know-the-economics-of-this-situation-but-you-don't-so-shut-up attitude. Oh please, if your large percentage of your Gross National Income (GNI) can go to military activities that killed millions of people in Iraq, Afghanistans and any other countries, why not show your mercy in times of hardship like this. Argh, who cares? The stock is plunging and it is far more important than saving those kids who have nothing for you, isn't it?

Of Terengganu and Kelantan

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This is not about the final FA Cup last night because commenting and analysing a football match is not even in my radar. Congratulations to the Terengganu team! You made it to the final and won!

What had made last night's match special and nostalgic was the connection between the Trengganuians and Kelantanese. To outsiders (orang luor),many of them cannot differentiate the slangs that of Terengganu and Kelantan. The undefined connection between the Kelantanese and Trengganuians can be translated in many different ways but not through the language. We speak differently except for the people living in the northern part of Terengganu, namely in Besut and Setiu who speak Kelantanese slang with very strong accent till their counterparts in the southern area (Kemaman and Dungun) cannot understand. However, most of the times, when Kelantanese and Trengganuians speak, they understand each other. And the orang luor, you just have to watch and listen. If you want to get in the boat too, prepare to be laughed at. 

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I am still looking for the common similarities that make the Kelantanese and Trengganuians have special bonds apart from the geographical factor. It is maybe in the food.  The food are extremely sweet in Kelantan. Another thing to be acknowledged by the orang luor, nasi dagang and keropok lekor are mostly come from Terengganu. They are our special cuisine but are very famous in Kelantan too. The same thing goes to nasi berlauk and nasi kerabu -they are Kelantan's but very famous in Terengganu. Nasi kerabu in Kelantan is the best with its ayam percik. If you see blue or purple-coloured rice, then it is nasi kerabu. 

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Well, to think back, apart from the geographical factor, I must say that food is what both Trengganuians, Kelantanese and the rest of Malaysians share. Maybe because orang luor keep labelling Trengganuians and Kelantanese as the same group of people that we always find comfort with each other. Missing budu anyone? -The Chukai Insider

A Lunch Affair at 5721

A Lunch Affair at 5721, The Village

Alhamdulillah

and 

thousand thanks to those who have committed their efforts and times to make delicious nasi lemak

Makanang in Kemamang

Frankly speaking, I don't really miss my hometown but eating at the same restaurant (since there is no other halal restaurants within walking distance) and food cooked by my friends here have made me want to go back just to eat. I want to eat the 'normal' food that I always eat at home. The food that I always eat sokmo-sokmo (all the time).

Talking about makang pagi (breakfast) in Trengganu means that you are talking about eating nasik (rice). There all kinds of nasik early in the morning sold by mok-cik mok-cik (mak ciks). They are the food heroes in the morning. My mom don't usually cook in the morning during school holidays. She will go out with my father and buy all the kinds of food that we ordered the night before. Yes, we told her what to buy. It sounds that we ask the food from her, but she always insists us to tell her what do we want to eat. Otherwise, she will buy something like mee goreng and kepok goreng and honestly, we the siblings don't like them.

What I want to eat the most is the nasi minyok  with ayang goreng near the steseng bas. We call it nasi minyok Pok Mat. Yes, I want nasik kerabu too. You can find nasik kerabu anywhere in Malaysia now, but ugh, they are far to be compared from those in Trengganu and Kelantan in terms of its kelazatan. Yes, the colour is still blue, but its taste also is bluish. My nasik kerabu is not perfect without ayam paprik since I don't eat fish (normally, they serve nasi kerabu with fried fish). I tried the best ayam paprik in Kota Bharu before and no Kenny Rogers' chicken can match with that. Sorry Mr Roger, but your chickens are both dok sedap, muok and mahal!

If my Chukai friends are reading this, you must not have forgotten Sonstar. You must have serious brain problem if you forget this place since you guys go there almost every day. I am still wondering the purpose of going to the kopitiam whether it is just to drink cendol ijo-ijo or chit chat or just to become the Third Force to a lovely (?) couple (hok mane pahang tu pahang la, hahaha). 

By the way, for these few months in Miri, people keep associating my hometown (Kemamang or Chukai) with some restaurants that they went to before. This happens when they all are asking where I'm coming from la. Faham ke? The normal "Owh really? I've been to the .... before".

They remember sata Che Aziz (If the owner is reading this, I want to tell you that your sata is becoming more mahal and day by day, they are getting smaller. They are not like the French amuse bouche!). They also know Hai Peng and Tong Juan. This is the post written by someone who is hungry. -The Chukai Insider