Chef Wan the Unsung Hero

Although it is quite late, But Lord Hosni de Wise congratz u for your recent triumph of being awarded with;

Best Celebrity Television Chef of the Gourmand World Cookbook Awards

and I heard that Oprah are going to invite u to cook in her show..

Chef Wan, u r the jewel of the malays and malaysia.

We are proud of u

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Pak Cik Serigala

In many ways that it seems to appear, my holiday is not bad after all. Not to mention that I missed tarawikh on the second night due to a long chat with my aunt. The rest is quite okay though the sensation of early Ramadhan is not there, plus the selawat between the tarawikh recited by those Johoreans are quite unordinary and unacceptable for me.

I was quite shocked with such selawat recited by them. The verses sound unheard of. My early assumption was that those Johoreans of Surau Kampung Padang Lalang, Tangkak, are of Shia sect, or maybe they are followers of other schools of the Sunnis.

Bearing in mind that such small matter is not something worthy to argue, I continue my prayers with my heart devoted solely to God Almighty. Alas, the devotion is not really a full one. Being a guest to such a hospitable aunt, Ramadhan is an interesting experience. Though my body follows the Imaam in front, often I found my mind leaving his charming and pious owner, travelling back to the dining table and the streets of Bazaar Ramadhan.

Ayam Percik Bangsar bought from Bazaar Jasin is real delicious. I had been longing it for a couple of years since I left Jasin after SPM. Nasi Ambang (pronounced as ambeng) on the second day really amuse me, though they replace the Ayam Kicap with Ayam Ungkep. It is not really Nasi Ambang then but my first experience tasting the Ayam Ungkep was delightful. The tastes of herbs and spices overwhelming me mouth, savouring every single taste bud on me tongue.

It was the evening of me third day in Tangkak when I paid a visit to the beloved MRSM Tun Ghafar Baba, the place where Lord Hosni was born. To my surprise, the security guard allow me to wander in the college compound with my uncle’s bike and he even treated me nicely, with a long chat that I entertained not-so-full-heartedly. He reminds me of an old security guard back in my beloved college in Seremban.

So I wander around in the college compound, capturing a few pictures with my Daun, of places that are nostalgic for me. But before I manage to visit my old classroom, another security guard rode his bike approaching me.

“Dik, takleh masuk la dik..skang ni waktu cuti..takleh masuk.”

Obeying his order, I dashed back to Tangkak at once as it is 6.30pm already. My early intention of visiting my friend; Iqbal, was not fulfilled as sunset is about time.

The way the second security guard “chased” me away in a very polite manner indeed melts me heart. Both security guards I met that day were new there. The security company had changed already. They were not the same guards patrolling the college during my time. Yes, the man whom we nicknamed Pakcik Serigala or Pakcik Ghost Rider was not there. Somehow, I miss that man.

That night, I slept soundly, reminiscing the sound of an old Honda Cup, riding along the corridors of the Form 5 classrooms, with a big man on it, cap covering his long hair, round grim face, long moustache and a thick pair of glasses. It is 1 o’ clock in the morning, and the tranquillity of the school is then disturbed by Pakcik Ghost Rider, barking;

“Balek balek balek!!!!”



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Lord Hosni Jadi Pak Cik

Kangkar Pulai, 28 Ogos. Lord Hosni de Wise dalam satu sidang media tergempar semalam telah membuat satu kenyataan yang menggemparkan. Beliau telah mengumumkan bahawa kakak ipar beliau telahpun berbadan dua. Apabila ditanya perasaan beliau, beliau menyatakan rasa syukur yang tidak terhinggag dan ucapan tahniah buat abangnya laki bini.

"Biasalah, dah kawen tu, ada rezeki pulak nak dapat anak. Alhamdulillah la. Saya terharu jagak pasal ini adalah pertama kali dalam keluarga kami."

Beliau yang tidak sabar-sabar hendak menjadi bapa saudara, kini sedang mula memikirkan nama yang sesuai untuk anak saudaranya nanti memanggil beliau.

"Pak Su atau Pak Chu agak klasik. Namun boleh dipertimbangkan. Lagipun beliau (kakak ipar) baru lima minggu (berbadan dua)."

Sambi menikmati Nasik Ambang, beliau menegur tindakan wartawan sesetengah tabloid yang mengganggu cuti neliau yang tak seberapa itu. Beliau turut membuat ulasan mengenai Nasik Ambang yang dijamah beliau yang disifatkannya sebagai mantap.

"Nasik Ambang memang sedap, dah lama saya suka. Lagi-lagi yang Johor punya. Tempat laibn saya tak jumpa lagi yang sedap. Akhirnya, setelah sekian lama, Johor dan rakyatnya mempunyai sesuatu untuk dibanggakan." - AFP


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Awal Ramadhan

Here I am in a such a pathetic cybercafe in Tangkak, Johor, where I am spending a few days of my precious holiday with my aunt.

For many Malay muslims, as well as a handsome and charming guy like me, spending the Awal Ramadhan wiith family at home is something sweet and a must. Alas, it had been three years then, since first celebrated the Awal Ramadhan at home.

Sad.

I remember the very first time I look at 2009 calendar. The very first thing I find is the date of the Awal Ramadhan. Glad tiding, the Awal ramadhan is during our mid-sem holiday.

Gracious.

However, a few weeks ago, a phone call from me beloved old sweet mother crashed me heart, me dream, and me hope.

"Cuti bulan 8 nanti, kamu cuti sminggu kan?"

"Ye, time tu awal puasa kan?"

"Haaa...tapi mak ngan ayah gi umrah tau..lame da kami teghingin nak umrah bulan puase kat sane..bukan senang nak dapat! Jadinye, takde sape le di Terengganu, mak nak kamu..."

"Ikut skali? bole jugak!"

The level of euphoria suddenly gushed up. Damn, this is better!

"Hangguk kamu! Kamu ade duit ke? Jangan nak peghasan..Kamu balik umah abang kamu di Johor"

Stunned......

Down

Down

Down

Down sampai subuh.


My brother is going to pick me up within this week. Head to Kangkar Pulai then.

Hate this life. But on the positive side, I got the chance to visit Jasin town and it's Bazaar amadhan. Daman miss it so much.

And I bought Ayam Percik Bangsar !!!! Those from Malacca will know this. Its good...Its damn good, damn delicious, damn scrumptious, damn sedak nok mapuh!... I have been longing this chicken for 2 years!

God really have His own way.


P/s; Salam Ramadhan to all readers and visitors. May this month be the month of barakah and salvation from hell.

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Faith

In a conversation with a very wonderful lady, whom I barely knew her before, she said

“To me, your faith is just between you and your God”

I just nodded my head and admitted that I couldn’t agree more with her. To disagree and fire her back would be very unadvisable as we just build the friendship a few minutes before she mention her opinion.

She went on and on talking about she does not prefer people to advice her on her attire, her behaviour, though some of it disobey what Islam had told, and she knows it, and so and so.

She continue about how the way Islam is practiced in this country does not really portray the faith itself and many more wonderful opinions and many new exciting point of views I explore and agree that night. They are really something to ponder.

Judging her attire, you would not even care to listen to what she says, as we, the Malays, always associate those kind of opinion, if it is from a lady, should be coming from a lady with tudung bulat with jubah and not a single powder on her face.

Back to the quotation, which, I believe, many people agree with it, including me. However, in my opinion, many people use this quotation as a shield against all the advices meant to them, whether it is about aurat, or social relationship, or men-women relationship, or many other issues under the sun.

I agree with the quotation, however, I believe many nowadays Muslims all over the world use the quotation, as a ticket to disobey God’s word.

Look, it is very easy to say that our faith is between us and God. Being Muslim, faith between u and God is the kalimah syahada;

“I bear witness that there is no other God but Allah, and Muhammad is the messenger of Allah”

It is all between you and Him. I agree! Allah will not question your faith only because one of your Muslim brother or sister questions it. Allah looks at your heart, deep inside. It is true! And I was very happy to quote this from her, showing her sincerity with God.

Look, here is my say. If people say that their faith is just between them and God, agree with them. This shows that they still have faith in God, and they are sincere with God, and they don’t care about what others might think about them. They have freed themselves from riak!

Alhamdulillah.

However, by saying that, you also say that you believe in God, and being a Muslim, we all believe that there are no other God other than Allah. By having faith in Him, automatically, we also believe in his Words, the Holy Koran. By believing in Allah, automatically, we also believe that Muhammad is the true messenger of Allah. By believing Prophet Muhammad pbuh, we also believe in the truth of whatever he said; the hadith.

And by believing in Allah and Muhammad pbuh, we believe we have been given the Holy Koran and the Hadith as our guidance in embarking a journey called LIFE.

In this modern day, many new things happened and come out, and the world has really challenges the Muslims to stick to their faith with all the obstacles. And in such a chaotic (this word might look a bit exaggerated) situation, Islam is still applicable and is still a guidance to mankind.

However, with the advance of many things and development of technology in many areas, with people changing their way of living, with economic and social structure keep changing from time to time, the task of ensuring that our life is still on the track of the Islamic law and commandment has now become more difficult. This would refer to the situation of stating the hukum, or the status in Islamic law (whether it is allowed or not).

This hukums, is the results of the Koran and the Hadith being the guidance to mankind. However, stating a hukum, that keeps forever changing according to the situation; need us to refer back to Koran and Hadith.

The Koran and the Hadith is metaphorically to be a deep ocean full of precious pearls beneath it. The precious pearls are the guidance in deducing the hukum. However, most of us, who are just a layman, are not able to dive through this very deep ocean, to take those pearls out.

But we need the pearl!

So we went to the people who have the ability to dive into this deep ocean. The deep sea diver! You see, it is common sense. If you want to know about geology, you go to geologist. If you want to know more about anatomy, you got to anatomist.

Same goes for economy, archaeology, physic, medicine, and so on. You always go to the right person, the person with the required skills and knowledge, in order to obtain knowledge about the concerning area.

You don’t go to the mechanic to ask about medicine, you go to pharmacist instead. You don’t go to pharmacist if you want to know about economy. You go to an economist instead.

So, when you want to know what Islam says about this and that, you go to the right person. The learned man, the Muslim scholars, the ulama’ !

It makes sense!

So, follow the scholar, not your own kepale (head)!

However, justify their statement first, with all the might and ability that you have, before accepting their opinion.

May be some of their reasoning doesnt make sense and often misleading. This would require our own ability and strength in deducing the hukum.

May Allah guide you in these days.

May Allah guide you all. Amin

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Kita Kamu

Kita Kamu - Hari Guru from nwar on Vimeo.

Setelah berkurun lamanya menanti...

akhirnye video ni aku dapat jugak!!

hahaha..

my head is now flowers with memories

*senyum lebar sesangat*

I am lordhosni..if u are watching this..u r the ressistant

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The Crying Princess

Just got back from Johor, the land of Maksiat. My brother just got married to his fiancee, whom is from a village called Kampung Puteri Menangis, near Sekolah Kebangsaan Senang Hati at small town of Pontian. Johoreans indeed have remakable sense of humor when it comes to giving names.

Been appointed as a pengapit, or loosely tranlaslated the groom's bestman, both my parents gone through all the trouble, just to get my hair trimmed. However, their mature and obviously good looking son is so babel (damn stubborn), which, they finally hav to accept the fact that my hair will remain long like this on the pelamin (altar) at their new besan's house in Johor.

It is not the in norm of my family, to take pictures. In fact, we dun even have any camera! So, for events like this, the first marriage in the family, camera is indeed a must have thing. However, the economic policy of my father, will never allow any of his penny, to be allocated to purchase a camera.

This is the time where my Nokia Daun came in handy. However, it is undeniable, that pictures took by it, is damn low quality. The cam on my sis's fon also is damn low quality. She wud never want to have anything at his hand when we are attending the feast. And being a pengapit lelaki in a Johorean wedding ceremony, I need both of my hand to hold the kipas and also to pay the "tolls" (ask the Johoreans bout this). So, who should keep my fon and take the pictures? My parents are totally out in this technological matter.

So, to have the long story short, there are no single picture of me, being the pengapit, except for those captured by the cameramen hired by the wedding host.

Pathetic.

But I dun really give a damn, I just prayed that all the bersanding things to be quick, and off to the table, special for the couple and our delegation from Terengganu.

I dun give a damn to the damn polluted songs sang by a bloody old Johorean, nor to the ladies who keep saying "Makan la..makan la.." to our delegation.

I just warm the chair, beside my father and my sister, and finish all the dishes that i cud get my hands on.

Owh..it was heaven.

Fried prawns attached to pineapple, squids stuffed with eggs, satays, fried red fish poured with sweet n sour sauces, and all other dishes that i cant even name it. Owh dear...

Bloated, we dashed back to Kuantan for one night, and off back to Terengganu where preparations have to be arranged. God, the walimatul urus is on this Thursday. May God bless the ceremony.

Now came another problem. My morning sleep is now often been disturbed by the shouts from my parents.

"Bangun la! tolong ayah tu angkat beras! Berkampit-kampit Ayah beli tu!"

"Hosni! tolong amek pandan! Pastu turunkan pinggan mangkuk dari kabinet!"

"Basuh porch!"

"Cuci la bilik air tu! Orang kan nak datang!"

"Kemas!"

"Tolong ayah tebang buluh"

"Amek periuk2 besar dari surau!"

And many more. My advice to you, if your siblings is getting married, persuade your parents to book a hall for the feast, and get a catering service!

This is a pathetic story of a lazy-ass handsome guy. I am Lord Hosni, If you are reading this, you are the Ressistant.


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