It's the durian season again. The durian craze! Which reminds me of what Mun said, "Nowadays everything is black and white in my dad's eyes except for Durians."

I am not a durian fan (kata mereka: What? So "annoyingly-urbanish" la you, tak makan durian... berlagak...)
But I do love tempoyak (kata mereka: Eeuw... durian peram garam... yucks....)

Yeah, who's the 'annoyingly urban' now?

Dad has been pestering mum by going back and forth Sri Menanti - Shah Alam just so he can tebas semak and kutip durian. Mum is annoyed, since going back and forth means lots of gas money and tolls to be paid and we ain't that rich. I was like, "Mum, you do know dad's social calendar is empty for a whole year except when it comes to Durian Season. It's like his only reason for living.... January to June - Lepak hisap rokok. July - DURIAN SEASON!!!!! August to December - Lepak hisap rokok balik and berenti kejap for bulan puasa. Let him enjoy the only time that means a lot to him."

But anyway, dad seems to note a new thing on his list of 'what-to-do-to-reduce-stress' and that is:

- Make my wife miserable.

I mean, this morning, mum asked him to go to the market to buy 'rebung' so she could make masak lemak ayam. With the listening problem that he has, mum had to speak as loud as she can.
"Ayah, nanti karang awak pergi kedai beli rebung ya?"
"Beli tabung?"
"Rebung!"
"Chembong?"
"REEEEBOOOOONGGGG!!!!"
"Bumbung?"
(Shai menyampuk) "Ayah, yang tu memang bukan pekak, kan? Yang tu saja-saja buat tak dengar, kan?"

And then he continued reading the paper and hide his smile, while mum went on babbling about "not-buying-alat-pendengaran" and stuff.

Not to mention, once, he went to the dusun with Paklang to collect durian. You know how durian trees tend to grow on steep hilly places? So, my dad went up the hill and on his way down, he slipped near this one giant rock. He didn't fell all the way down (which consequence can be fatal), but it shocked Paklang down at the hut and he was shouting,

"Abang Din! Abang Din!" thinking that my dad has fell down into the ravine.

What did dad do? Instead of shouting back that he's okay, he just sat still under the rock and let Paklang worry to death.

"Not funny, dad." says I upon hearing the story.


Last time in Terengganu, the guy in Pasar Payang tried to sell me asam jawa. The price were RM4 for a bag, RM7 for 2 bags, and RM10 for 3 bags. I looked away and was thinking if I should buy some jeruk.
"Jeruk tak elok untuk kesihatan, dik. Asam jawa tak apa." he said.
Yeah, if that's so, why the hell you jual jeruk in the first place?
I didn't say that. I kept it inside. As usual. Ha.

So, I thought what the heck, not every day I'm here. So I bought three packs of asam jawa. And then went, what the hell am I supposed to do with hundreds of asam jawa?

Gotta get some sleep now. Got a job to do and a few Western Food Section Mid Valley cooks I have to say HI to. Haven't seen them for two months, they must have been missing their loyal Salmon skillet spaghetti customer. And got some detours to make. Kak Ani called last Wednesday saying that Marcel "missed" me so much he was asking about that RM40 I owe the company.   

Ye, ye, I'm paying.