masak oh masak...

Semua orang boleh memasak.Ia memang tak boleh dinafikan. Walaupun masakan itu hanyalah sekadar telur goreng anda masih dikira sebagai tukang masak yang memasak satu masakan.

Semua orang kata saya tahu memasak, semua orang ingat saya selalu memasak. Tapi tak ramai pun yang tahu yang saya belajar memasak betul2 sebelum saya fly ke Russia. Betul! Saya tahu apa itu apa, betul-betul sebelum menjejakkan kaki ke sini. Saya mencuba tanpa memberitahu sesiapa pun yang itulah kali pertama saya memasak dan siapa sangka kadangkala ia berjaya.

Bagi sayalah memasak itu seronok tetapi nak menyediakan bahannya tu sedikit sakit. Lagi sakit kalau semuanya kita lakukan seorang diri.

Ia seterusnya membawa kita kepada cerita saya pada sem baru ini. Tak tahu apa yang berlaku tiba-tiba berlaku rombakan pada group makan kami: beberapa orang membuat keputusan untuk masak sendiri mengurangkan ahli yang sedia ada. Bila tengok ramai yang keluar saya sendiri rasa ada tendensi yang kuat nak keluar. Lagipun dah setahun lebih dah memasak, saya rasa yang saya mampu untuk masak sendiri.

Bukannya apa, sebab nya sangatlah jelas, pengurangan ahli akan menyebakan kami tak ada pilihan lain:samada memulakan cycle ataupun menetapkan setiap hari akan ada seorang yang akan masak secara SOLO. Sakitnya bila kita perlu memasak sorang-sorang. Kalau orangnya sedikit tak apa, tapi ini 8 orang dengan selera yang masya Allah dahsyatnya. You have to cook a pot full of rice then berlari-lari potong ayam yang perlu difrozekan dahulu, kupas dan potong bawang merah, bawang putih, halia yada2 Then kalau ada yang nak ditumbuk, digiling ker atau diblend kene settle dulu.Itu belum dikira dengan santan dgn remapahnya yang nak dicari.Then kene kacau pulak seperiuk besar makanan.Lepas tu, fikir pulak apa yang dibuat untuk second dish. Nak tak nak habis sahaja masak nak tak nak terus terlantar penat.

Tapi bak kata kawan saya "stay lah dalam group, dapur kita tu kecik, periuk belangga pun bukannya banyak kalau ramai yang memasak tambah semak je dapur tu, kalau ramai yang rajin mengemas tak apalah".

Jadi saya membuat keputusan untuk stay dalam group. Setelah dibincang-bincang akhirnya saya amik satu hari yang saya kira ok lar bagi saya. Kalau nak dikira teruk jugak, hari tu baru lepas ruski 3 jam yang sangat memenatkan, ditambah pula saya perlu kejar masa untk siap memasak sebelum sembahyang jemaah supaya semua dapat makan dan setelah habis semuanya saya kena pastikan yang saya masih ada tenaga untuk study Biochem yang perit dan tinggi darjah kesukarannya. Namun, memandangkan kelas kami yang balik paling awal hari tu dan saya rasakan kalau diberikan pada orang lain ia mungkin lebih sukar, saya rasakan sayalah yang boleh menyahut cabaran ini setiap minggu maka saya ambillah hari tersebut.

Ikhlas saya katakan setiap hari khamis, habis saja memasak saya penat yang keamatan. Harap2 alah bisa tegal biasa. Waktu tengah memasak tu, terbayang pula mak yang selama nih balik jer kerja terus je memasak agaknya macam nih agaknya penatnya.

Tapi macam mana pun bagi saya, kalau memasak kita tak boleh cincai. Ada ke benda yang kita nak makan kita buat semborono je. Bukan tak pernah saya masak tak jadi, tapi setiap kali orang komen saya ingat, setiap kali orang masak saya tengok dan bila saya masak, saya recall balik semua tu. Saya recall yang orang nih nak macam ni, orang nih kata macam ni, orang tu kata macam ni. Satu kepuasan bagi saya kalau masakan saya habis dan lagi bagus kalau ada orang kata sedap.

Tapi memasak bukannya mudah.Sebab itu bak kata mak saya kalau makanan itu sedap jangan lupa memuji tapi kalau ada kurangnya diamkan saja.

Saya rasa satu rasa hormat yang sangat tinggi perlu diberi kepada ibu2 baik suri rumah ataupun bekerja yang senantiasa setia memasak untuk keluarganya sebab walau penat manapun otak mereka berfikir atau otot mereka bekerja tapi masakan mereka tetap sedap, tepat dengan selera suami dan anak-anak.

Kalau nak tahu kenapa kadang-kadang bila kita tanya kat mak macam mana boleh masak sedap dan mak kita hana menjawab sengan senyuman. Mungkin inilah yang dikatakan 'Cooking with love' atau 'Memasak dengan kasih sayang'

I will continue to fight..

Dobra Pazhalavat..welcome second semester!

Well what do you know? without even knowing it, we already come to the next level.

While life goes by, some people can't even come with a decent idea why they want to stay in this road. Ironically, the excuses to give out, the voice to let it go just come out so easily. But I think it is normal. I mean, why not?it just as if they(people around us) make it hard on purpose.

But still...if life is that hard why we bring more trouble to ourselves .What's wrong with us pushing the self destruct button?

Different people confront it with different way. Mostly depend on their creativity. Some people change their group, some people change their lecturer, some people change their timetable while the rest...they just pray for the best.

To say mine is better than them,it might not be true. This sem I have Friday that finishes at 6 o'clock not to consider on the day before I already have Russian for 3 hours and to make thing worse,on the Saturday when other student in the other place can wake up late and have thier time out, I have to go for a lecture in 8 am and finish late at 4.50 pm. You think don't we try to make thing better like everyone else?we did actually but it seems that they have no room to make it happens.

As for me. I prefer to hold my faith in Allah and believe that everything come with hikmah.I just remembered that a Greek sophist had also said something about this. He said "about anything we can say absolutely equal right idea"

Stop thinking it is not fair. As if other people think that thiers is fair now or before.

Stop thinking that it is hard as if others is always easy.

Because...whether we want it or not we have responsibilities; to our God, family, society, nation, and even to ourselves.

I don't know why people put things off. My guess is fear. Fear is like misery, It love companion. It is like a tumour, the longer we keep it to ourselves, the more it grows inside us.

Fear of failure, fear of pain, fear of rejection.

The only thing that we can do is to be brave.
Well actually it seem to be the only remedy to this fatal disease.

We have to make our own mistake and learn form it. We have to sweep today's possibility and keep trying, even it us hurt, even we have to deal with a lot of pain,even if we fall or maybe fail...

until tommorow come, until we can't anymore, until we finally understood what Benjamin Franklin meant...

"That knowing is better than wondering"

In case anyone don't know, he was actually the one who invent electricity.

Whatever it seem, it is better than sleeping and doing nothing and that even the biggest failure, even the most unforgetable mistake beat the hell worth of never tiring.


Wait! what is the question?

Why we keep hurting ourselves?

I think it is because it feels so good when it stop...

Grasiaz! Espana....

everybody had already update their blog, pouring everything about their sweet memory during their holiday and I'm still staring at the monitor lazy to even lift my finger to type anything.

Well to talk about spain, I really think it has to do with a lot of word. To compare it with Russia;I done it with just smiling with no word to say.

Spain is just wonderfull. I was walking there and I can't stop my leg from move. All of their places; Puerta de sol, Palacio de Real, Estadio Santiago Bernabeu(real madrid's stadium, La Ventas(Bull Fighting stadium, Parque(that have the monument of Fallen angel) atocha station, their railway station that have garden inside the railway station, The plaza mayor, plaza colon and the list still go on. Oh ya!not to forget in barcelona the barrier gothic(for one who fancy the novel Da Vinci Code,the proof is there)and the Sagrada Familia(a building which bulid just on donation that start from 1864 that will not finished until 2030) To see the art of architecture display by their famous architect Gaudi and The undescribeable Picasso just make me mesmerize eventhough I came from a course that have almost no knowledge to interprete an art. I mean just see te Casa de Mila and all the other casa. You keep wondering how Gaudi did come with such idea.

I will not forget to describe about all the Spanish. They were all nice and good people. Ready to help you when needed. Never scold you if you can't understand what they say. Understand that we are english spoken tourist. Never push us at Metro and even ask for forgiveness to get a way and say thank you when you give them a way. Really, it just a totally civilised country. You want to compare it with Russian? well it was totally overated.

Last but not least...Shopping!!!You can say that spain is shopping heaven for Zara's brand. There they have a least four floor with a complete variety of choice not to mention that it come with a low price. Compare it with the ones in Malaysia...well I guess this is what we call a wise costumer buy quality things at the best times. I guess the time has come for me to buy a branded clothes but with a really reasonable price..

A week that passed is a wonderful week. I just can't keep it out of my head. To come back to a totally different country, it just make me want to cry but at least I come with a new energy to go for another sem. Well if not because of the bad times the good times won't seem that good rite?