The Further Escape

They say one of the things you can buy that actually make you richer is to travel. But they didn't tell what comes afterwards, a deep longing for another trip, again and again and again.

These past few weeks I've been attacked by the travel bug. Even though technically we traveled this year, February felt forever ago. I miss traveling so much that I feel like crying. I don't know if the underlying issue is the need to escape reality (and I don't feel like analyzing myself now, much.) The Google Flights website received so many traffic from me, trying to find an interesting place to go within a sensible ticket cost. Alas, the search is still unfruitful.

Early this year we went to London. And Brussels. And Amsterdam. And last year I went to London. And Liverpool. And Paris.

I don't know why, but before I went to my first trip to England & France in 2018, I hardly could say out loud where exactly I'm heading. It felt so very pretentious saying I'm taking a trip to London and Paris. The truth is, I could hardly believe it, that I actually went there, and twice! I fell in love with London in such a deep way, that I had to take Mama there just the next year. It is something about the buildings, and the museums, and just the ambiance. England felt very familiar from the Enid Blyton stories I read as children, and later on all the guilty pleasures Regency Romance I devoured after SPM. Also probably Bridget Jones with a liberal dosage of Love Actually too.

Anyway, as writing is therapeutic and I am self-healing my self-diagnosed travel flu, here are pictures from my 2018 trip, with some captions.

2018. When we arrived, I was so out of it with jet lag, and desperately just
wanted to sleep. But sweet, sweet Uncle Victor actually went out of his
ways to cook for us. So this was actually an early dinner, London time,
but it was around 2am Malaysian time

The next day we had to take a train to Liverpool, but not before breakfast at Uncle Victor's house. Look at that bag of packed fruits for us! Uncle, you have a younger brother tak?

Here is my first picture in England, in front of Uncle Victor's house in Fulham. This where I almost cried, because it. sank. in. The freezing weather and ALL the beautiful buildings around really drove the point that I'm in London. Look at how big that grin is.

Here's my travel buddy, and the one I owe the trip to. Back in 2017, I was planning the trip with someone but it fell through. Then I asked Elyn, do you want to go to UK with me? And guess what she said? Jom. adgasdjkahshgk

Percayalah, ini tengah posing. This is the station nearest to Uncle Victor's. There was a funny story when we wanted to reload our (borrowed from Uncle Victor) Oyster Card. The only operating machine was coins only, and our coins kept on being rejected. It turns out it was old coins, they've changed their notes and coins few years back.

The only picture I took inside the train because I had such terrible motion sickness! I never had it that bad. I guess it was the jet lag and still feeling tired, and our seats were also facing backwards. To make it worse, we were hungry (even though we had breakfast) and bought tuna sandwich with tea in the train. The food somehow made it worse. I still have some trauma with tuna sandwich.

When we arrived in Liverpool, I was still very nauseous so we took the black cab to our hotel. When we tried to pay using the old 5 pounds note, the taxi driver told us it was no longer in use. OHHH barulah faham. I laid down for a little while and when it was better, we took a walk to Albert Dock here, just in front of our hotel. Sigh. I miss this place so much.

More Albert Dock..

Seketul Alin di Liverpool. It was so windy and very cold.

Everton official store in Liverpool One shopping mall. Such a clever play of words. Tapi kalah jugak.

Dinner with Halal Nando's in Liverpool One. Weyyy laparrr.

Waiting for the bus to go to...

Anfield! It was sooo magical. We went to the Stadium Tour (thank you Elyn!) and at the end there was a Gerrard exhibition. I cried watching the clip on Istanbul again.

Saya dengan ini mengumumkan bahawa Klopp is Abah. Eh.

I don't think this can ever be forgotten.

How la this is the staple British food? Patutlah Mat Dan tak mau balik UK dah.

Tengoklah betapa murahnya barangan dapur. Sila jangan convert.

Breakfast at Pret. Sebelum tergigit pastry tak halal.

Jalan-jalan sekitar Liverpool City and seeing some familiar faces...

Back in London. Strawberry singgit je satu pek baq hang! Makan la sampai buncit!

Entrance to Station. Kejadian stesen Tube biasa hangpa pun bukan main lawa.. Manala cheq tak jatuh chentaaa

Dinner at TukDin in London. Imagine being hungry, and cold, and then you get to eat nasi panas-panas with some spicy chicken. Almost heaven.

Uncle Victor melayan kitorang yang nak pergi tengok Stamford Bridge. He parked at a no park zone just to indulge us. Nasib baik tak kena saman.

With a cup of hot coffee from Pret at Hyde Park. Who needs hand warmers when you can have sweet, sweet caffeine? Yang ini pun jaket pinjam.

This was my favourite day of the whole 2018 trip. When we walked along Thames river from Westminster Abbey, to Tower Bridge. I felt so full looking at all the beautiful old buildings, the river, the people.. I love majestic cities. so. much.

Sebelum Spider-man lawan Mysterio dekat sini, kami sampai dulu dah.

Faham tak betapa nikmatnya makan nasi dengan sambal pedas, telur dan timun dekat London? Don't laugh at me when I pack my rice cooker.

Last picture in front of the hotel we stayed near Bayswater. That yellow bag was so heavy, panjang Bismillah we both baca before attempting to bring it down. In the end we were scolded by the guy manning the counter for not asking for help. Selamba je dia angkat turun.

Then Paris. This was Gare du Nord, terminus of Eurostar from London.

Just outside of the station there is this Halal restaurant. I went there alone, Elyn was waiting for our e-hailing driver. Owner was so friendly and know how much we need spiciness in our shawarma.

Inside of the car heading towards our hotel, me and Elyn both can smell the food. And OMG, it was as delicious as it smelled and looked. Seriously, go here and buy if you are in Gare du Nord.

Inside the Metro station heading towards Val d' Europe.

Apparently we didn't take lots of pictures, busy shopping. Jumpa satu geng Malaysians tengah shopping jugak, this one pakcik tengah fikir-fikir nak beli ke tak this one beautiful lamb leather bag. I pun buat hasutan dekat dia "Pakcik, biar menyesal beli, jangan menyesal tak beli." Later, when we stumbled upon each other again I asked his daughter, "Beli tak?" "Beli!" LOL.

As if we can go to Paris and not visit this towering steel. I feel like I can hear La Vie En Rose playing while looking at this picture. It must be all the times I watched Sabrina when I was younger.

From on top of the tower. Cold, cold, cold.

All roads in Paris lead to Arc de Triomphe.

Walking along Champs-Elysees. We entered L'occitane and while we were browsing, I had a moment of self-awareness and said to Elyn: "We are actually shopping in Paris". Macam Mak Datin gitu.

In front of the Louvre. I was standing on something here.

Soooo many historical paintings and it is such a waste not knowing much about them. I feel like I could've appreciated them more if I know their stories. Next time I must follow a guide. We got to see the majestic Monalisa though! Cue Da Vinci Code.

One of the many bridges across the Seine.

The two majestic towers of Notre Dame.

Halal Vietnamese restaurant near our hotel. But the chicken is fake chicken meat?? The texture is not the usual chicken texture. Probably chicken-flavoured something.

Suddenly it was time to go home. So sad. This was our meal at the CDG airport because I know I would be hungry waiting to be served on the flight. Sos cili bawak dari Malaysia.

We looked for a place to do prayer at the airport and found this secluded area. Not long after someone else had the same idea as us.

Emirates in flight entertainment, the top hits in UK back in 1997. When Prince William was still good looking and not a cheating sc*m. Berani kau curang terhadap Kate yang gorgeous tu.

In-flight meal. Eh, bolehlah.

And that was it. I do feel so much richer for having been on this trip. I thank Allah for making it possible... and thank you so much to Elyn too. I am so blessed.

When I need to, I'll post about the 2019 trip. May all of us be given the opportunities to travel too, again and again.

KonMaried

After feeling left out, the unpopular kid in school for so long reading people discussing about shows they watched on Netflix, I surrendered to the temptation of consumerism and subscribed to the service.

One of the first shows I watched is of course, Tidying Up with Marie Kondo. There are so many polarizing sentiments about her, but I like this one insight about the KonMari method: she's giving you permission to let go.

I know a few hoarders in my life, I've always wonder what makes them so hard to throw stuffs away. Perhaps permission is one of the things lacking.

I like how Marie tells us to say thank you to the stuffs you are letting go. I never had any problem throwing stuffs before, but this mindful way of separating with your belongings is something new. Whenever I do any cleaning, it is almost guaranteed that I'd throw away multiple bags of stuffs. (I guess that's what happened to my teenage diaries. A past Fadzlin on a cleaning mission decided written proofs of teenage angst were too embarrassing to keep).

But now, rather than feeling sad of separating with my stuffs, I feel sad at the amount of waste I'm creating. The earth is not large enough for all the rubbish humankind create, and it is also the Muslim girl in me who doesn't want to be a friend of shaiton.

I guess the solution is to live a minimalist lifestyle. Although I don't know if I'm ready for the kind of image change where I'm wearing only a few outfits repeatedly, it is something that I can try?

Separuh Aku

Semalam, di group WhatsApp keluarga Kamil yang aku hanyalah pembaca diam, pakcik dan makcikku bernostalgia mengenai zaman kanak-kanak mereka, antaranya perihal dibuli jiran sekitar kampung. Pak Jo, satu-satunya adik kandung lelaki arwah Ayah bercerita tentang dia diugut akan dilaporkan kepada polis Singapura, dan mengadu kepada Ayah. Ayah, yang dipanggil Abang Don oleh adik-adik ketawa dan berkata, mana polis Singapura ada kuasa di sini.

(Abang Don kemudiannya berkahwin dengan anak polis Singapura)

Aku, teruja dengan memori pakcik dan makcikku ini, meminta mereka menceritakan lagi mengenai Ayah.

Semua pemahamanku mengenai Ayah adalah dari sumber sekunder. Dari cerita-cerita Mama, Mak Ina, Achik, Pak Busu dan kini pakcik-makcik ku. Susuk tubuh Ayah itu terdiri dari;

Kepala; yang tidak tinggi, apabila berjalan kaki ke masjid untuk sembahyang raya hilang ditelan jalan berbukit

Muka; yang manis bermisai, selalu senyum dan berjenaka mengenakan adik-adik, namun suka juga merajuk

Bahu; yang mengeluarkan kudrat mengerjakan kebun Atok Kamil, tidak pernah lupa untuk balik semasa cuti semester dari UKM untuk membantu berkebun

Tangan; yang pandai memetik gitar, dengan lagu-lagu Elvis Presley

Kaki; yang mengayuh basikal menghantar orang-orang kampung ke mana-mana mereka mahu pergi

ya Allah, peliharalah susuk tubuh Ayahku ini. Jauhkanlah ia dari azab kubur dan api neraka, dan suatu hari nanti, Kau temukanlah kami berdua akhirnya di syurga.

Pengasih

I don't know whether this is a sign of a sick heart, but I can't find my heart moving hearing sermons. I have so many excuses, and I don't know if these are also signs of a sick heart - the preachers are too loud, they are too judging, the topics are always the same..

I don't know if I've strayed too much, I can't find a connection with people loudly claiming to fight for the religion. I find them too judging, too harsh. Perhaps it says too much about my heart that I am even judging them like this.

If it wasn't for some scholars who preach for the same tolerant sentiment as my heart agrees to I would definitely believe that I've strayed too far from the path.

Oh Allah please have mercy on me. I am having a crisis from being surrounded by contradictions. I want to be closer, I want my heart to be softer, but I find it hardening even more reading up harsh posts by people of the faith even in light of tragedies.

Lately I've been remembering the story told by Sh Hamza Yusuf, of a Muslim flight attendant who had to serve liquor, but she used her left hand - trying her best to adhere/defy.

This remembrance is brought up because, after a long moment of feeling far away, I was almost moved to tears listening to a song, which was composed by a singer before his 'hijrah'. The song, pleading mercy from The Most Loving, for humankind who are in desperate need of a guidance back to the straight path.

Feeling desperately a sinner for feeling far away, I relate so much to the song. Even when I am sinful, especially when I'm sinful, I am desperately in need of His mercy. What does it say about my heart when I am moved more by a song than a sermon?

I don't know.

A Wall

The world is always a challenge when you're a youth, but lately I feel that things are a bit harder for them.

I remember being 17, 18, 19, ... 22 all the years of being foolish, hormonal, out of place, unprepared. The days of questioning your feelings, feeling unfit in your own clothes. Luckily for me, the days of feeling unsettled were rare... and I had a great support system (here's a shout to Mak Ina & Achik. only Allah can ever repay).

Now that I am teaching the youths, I feel unprepared still. This time of not knowing how to support them, especially emotionally. I know firsthand how devastating emotions can be.

Yesterday was my last class with a group of students, that I am also an Academic Advisor of. I have to admit, now that I've been teaching for five years, it is harder for me to remember names and faces. I always feel guilty because of this, especially because these students are supposed to be my 'children'. I feel that I haven't done enough for them, didn't connect as much. I am not the most 'hip' lecturer, I think students mainly remember me for being stern. But I do want them to know that I can be there, even beyond asking me academic stuffs.

So yesterday, I just wanted so much to hug them. I hugged all my female students, telling them things are tough, but they can hang on. They can overcome. It is the last week of the semester, and these poor souls are saddled with due dates and tests. Some were awkward with the hug/touch, but there were those who cried. How heavy their emotional weight must be.

Today is my birthday. Looking back from the position of being thirty-something, I could see myself telling my younger self that: your early twenties would be one of the most challenging periods of your life, but hang in there.. things do get better.

I wish I can assure the same to my students. I wish I am more equipped with the right skills to be a wall of support.

The One

going 5km/hour
suddenly i'm in your orbit
always facing and watching,
the bright side of your moon

i was trapped within your gravity,
lacking velocity to escape you,
suspended

then i ran, as fast as the speed of light!
catching up with you,
stopping time just for the two of us

bright stars on a plane, we floated together in space.
but we were two bodies,
and i couldn't keep you
from drifting away

heart broke into dusts
sucked into void of a black hole

extinguishing any light. 

Raya Reflections

There's nothing like Hari Raya to make you realize the passing of time. Your younger cousins are older and taller, some have finished school and start working, some have produced even more offsprings... Hari Raya is also the dreaded moment where you are asked the same old question, when are you getting married? People feeling a sense of deadline on my eligibility of getting married the older I get.

During Ramadan, I do felt a sense of anguish that I might end up alone, and I made du'a, for me and my single close friends and families that Allah grant us a befitting spouse. I thought I'd need a companion especially in my older days, perhaps a nuclear family that can take care of me in my later years. Mama made me realize though that we should rely only on Allah, that Allah is actually our Greatest Carer.

Alhamdulillah for my Mama, who is always reminding me of the important things, and my greatest defender when people question me why am I still unmarried.

Being a practical Fadzlin though, I can't help thinking of a possible future where I need to take care of my own self. As much as possible I don't want to be a burden to anyone. Part of what I can currently do is to take good care of my health. I've been meaning to go for a full body checkup and a dental checkup at Klinik Kesihatan Jasin for a while now, but I keep on postponing it. Today, I finally managed to make my way to the Dental Clinic.

I felt like a criminal surrendering myself to the executioner because it has been years since I last went to the dentist. Alhamdulillah the doctor was extremely nice, she matter-of-factly explained that I need to have my wisdom teeth removed, all four of them. She asked whether we can set an appointment for the surgery, and I freaked out inside! but outside I'm all Fadzlin Baru © and acted adult-like, agreeing on a surgery date. I had a scaling procedure done too, with not too much wincing.

Oh, it was all free. One of the perks of being a gomen worker. Alhamdulillah.

Selamat Hari Raya from me and Mama

Atok Ali(n)

I lost someone who has always loved me unconditionally, even when I don't deserve it.

Atok, I'm sorry for not always being a good enough granddaughter. There's nothing on this world that is deserving of you, I guess that's why you are there now.

Thank you for spoiling me with your love. In this family and our sometimes awkward ways of demonstrating affections, yours to me has always been apparent.

I pray that when it is finally my end, I'll have done good enough to be deserving of your company again.

Al-Fatihah.

30 Tahun

Losing one's father without being able to remember his presence at all.

When I was younger I wasn't sad, because I didn't have any reason to be sad. There was not a dad-shaped hole because I never knew him enough (I don't remember enough) for me to be sad.

With time the fact of a loved one's passing becomes easier to face. I think you never get over being sad, but it is no longer a devastating feeling that stays with you at all times.

With time I changed from not being sad to feeling a big sense of loss. He had passed away more years than he ever lived, and I'm missing his presence more than I ever had. I have no point of reference on how big this dad-shaped hole should be, another fact that griefs me.

I loved someone before. An emotional high that I didn't know I was capable of feeling. I don't know whether I'll ever feel the same way again but I am thankful for having experienced it.

I don't know what I'm missing with the fact that I am missing a dad. I have no reference, I have no memory, but I miss him, very, very much. It is not a feel that stays with me at all times, but at days like these it feels even more so.

"Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku, cucurilah rahmat ke atas roh ayahku."

Tradisi Bercerita

Terlalu banyak perkara yang diberikan oleh Mama kepada saya. Antara hadiah paling istimewa adalah kesungguhan Mama memupuk minat membaca kepada saya.

Baru-baru ini ketika di kampung Mak Ina bercerita tentang bagaimana dia akan membuka bermacam-macam cerita kepada saya yang tidak henti-henti menangis kerana Mama perlu kembali ke Pulau Pinang selepas Arwah Ayah meninggal dunia. Menurut Mak Ina saya akan diam mendengar cerita dan kembali menangis apabila dia berhenti. Saya terlalu kecil untuk ingat perkara ini, tetapi saya ada ingat Mak Ina bercerita kepada saya selepas saya menangis kerana Mama perlu pulang ke Kuala Lumpur (naratif yang sama) ketika saya bertadika di kampung. Saya masih ingat watak cerita itu adalah seekor kucing bernama McGyver.

Saya juga ingat sewaktu kecil sebelum tidur Mama akan bercerita, "bedtime story" if you may. Saya tidak ingat cerita lain, tetapi Mama selalu akan berceritakan tentang Arnab dan Kura-kura. Saya sangat sukakan cerita ini dan sentiasa meminta Mama mengulang-ulang cerita yang sama. Saya masih ingat, Mama mengisahkan kura-kura itu jalan dengan begitu lambat dengan bunyi "ketak, ketuk. ketak, ketuk".

Apabila saya sudah boleh membaca, it was like a whole new world opened up for me. Saya tidak perlu menyuruh orang membacakan kepada saya, dan apabila pergi ke kedai buku saya boleh memilih apa saja buku yang saya mahu. It was heaven. Trip ke Jasin tidak lengkap tanpa singgah di Koperasi Buku dan saya akan mengambil masa yang sangat lama untuk memilih buku yang saya hendak.

I think one of the best stories to tell is Sirah, and kisah-kisah Nabi. Mama used to buy me multiple books on it and I can still remember the illustrations. In my short-lived stint being a Sekolah Agama student in Masjid Subang Jaya, saya tidak ingat tentang apa-apa mata pelajaran lain (and there was a lot of subjects: tajwid, akhlak, khat etc), but I still remember the Sirah lessons. It was fun because we didn't have to do anything, cuma mendengar kisah Nabi Muhammad daripada ustaz, and he really was a good story-teller.

Currently I'm watching a series of lecture by Shaykh Yasir Qadhi on Surah Yusuf, and he said, this surah was a gift from God to Prophet Muhammad. Baginda baru saja kehilangan isteri kesayangan Siti Khadijah dan pakciknya Abu Talib. This story is meant to entertain the Prophet among many others. Kisah Nabi Yusuf adalah cerita Nabi yang saya amat suka semenjak saya kecil lagi. Knowing the loving source of it, I can't help thinking "Ah, no wonder" :)

Pada pendapat saya, tradisi bercerita dan minat membaca adalah hadiah paling istimewa yang boleh diberikan untuk seseorang. Terima kasih Mama untuk hadiah ini. I hope that I can give the same gift to someone in the future. Here, have the video I'm currently enjoying:

I Slayed My Demon

Do you have something that always seems much more larger than its reality in your head? Your own made-up demon? The last time I had something that freaked me out long before I had to face it was the BCG immunization shot at Standard 6. There were so many urban legends regarding the shot: broken needles, very painful, "BCG tak jadi" that even from Standard 5 I was starting to freak out. I think I was more afraid of BCG than UPSR when I started Standard 6.

But the day of the immunization shot was quite anti climatic. When it was my turn I was prepared to cringe/cry/show that i-am-afraid-please-be-gentle but there was a girl in my class that has learning disabilities, she was crying and refusing to be shot and the class teacher consoled her: "tak sakit, tengok Fadzlin tu senyum" so I had to smile when receiving the shot.

The shot was a bit painful, but it wasn't PAINFUL like what I was imagining it to be. It does left a very ugly mark on my arm though. Tak boleh masuk Miss Malaysia.

When I started my Master by Research, even before I had a research title, even before I started anything I was freaked out with the prospect of the viva. The dreaded defend your thesis session. In my head I was imagining the panels finding every bit of a flaw in every pages, criticizing everything and ending up with me sobbing my messy face into my thesis. Drama queen sungguh! But if there's one thing that makes me nervous it is being put in a spot. I'd rather write 10 pages long essays than talk in front of an audience.

Yesterday was finally my long awaited viva. And Alhamdulillah, I passed with minor corrections. And all praise to Allah, things were made easy for me. I wasn't overly nervous, (I think I was more nervous for my Defend Proposal than viva), when I walked in my external examiner greeted and hugged me, and then my supervisor came in and smiled.. it was very smooth sailing. The chairman, Prof Zainab who is the former Dean of my faculty also really helped in making me not nervous. Also my internal examiner. All four ladies inside the room.. may Allah bless their kindness towards me. I can feel their sincerity in helping me improve my thesis, they weren't looking for faults, rather they were teaching me where I can improve. It did end up with me crying, but out of gratefulness that it went well, and that I'll finally be awarded this long awaited Master title.

Victory!

MasyaAllah, all these teachers of mine really showed me how I should behave when I become a lecturer soon. May Allah grant me the ability to be as good as them and to inspire my students to be good too.

Finally, I am graduating!

How Not to Update Blog only when Complaining

.. you tell me, I have no idea.

Okay, not complaining. Lets see if this stays true to the end of this entry.

I am missing both my brothers who are not with me. Izzul and Aiman. Aiman severely so because he just left us last Thursday. Out of all my brothers, he is the one always poking his head into my room asking me what I'm doing. And also the one I argued often at the dining table with. I miss the heck out of him. I thought I am all out of tears, but then suddenly my eyes are wet again. He is in a very challenging position right now. I pray that God lighten his burden.

I was trying to find how to get him connected to the internet. Based on an info I got from a Yemeni friend of mine, I googled further and discovered more. Seeing as there is very little information about this on the internet I thought I would put this here so if anyone else has the same problem as me, he/she may find this useful.

HOW TO SUBSCRIBE TO MOBILE INTERNET IN YEMEN

1. Buy a special sim card from Sabafon called "SabaNet". This is a special sim to connect to the net, and different from the usual Sabafon sim card.  (source)
2. Buy Sabafon scratch card (top up card) in the highest denomination (Bronze for 200 Units at 2,300 YER ~ around RM 35) (source)
3. Choose which package to subscribe. The cheapest is 100 MB/month at 130 Units. (source)

Expensive considering how little data they are allocating. But seeing this is using GPRS technology it might actually be a challenge to finish up those 100 MB in a month.

This is the end of this entry. I didn't complain after all.

- Ahmad Jais

- Ustaz Pahrol, IKIM.FM

Rebus Rebus!

Rasanya sudah sampai masanya saya menulis entri ini. Sudah dua kali saya makan di restoran Rebus Rebus, dan kedua-dua kali saya dibelanja orang. Alhamdulillah, moga Allah murahkan rezeki Firdaus dan Pak Long.

Dua kali, maka saya sudah sedikit "pakar" dalam selok-belok makan di sini. Jadi saya senaraikan "walkthrough" atau "petua" makan di Rebus-Rebus.

1. Datang awal. Restoran ini buka pada pukul 6 petang. Oleh itu, bolehlah datang terpacak dekat depan kedai pada pukul 6. Restoran ini ada sediakan surau lelaki dan wanita oleh itu tak payah risau, boleh solat Maghrib dan Isya' bila dah masuk waktu.
2. Datang beramai-ramai. Sebab makan steamboat? Adalah acara paling afdal berjemaah.
3. Pilih sup. Rebus Rebus ada sup ayam, tomyam dan asam pedas?laksa?. Personally saya suka sup ayam.
4. Sementara staf Rebus Rebus menyiapkan periuk dan grill di meja, bolehlah pergi mengambil lauk untuk dimasak. Ambil: daging untuk dibakar (paling sedap!), mee "maggi" untuk direbus (juga paling sedap!), salad & sayur, dan bermacam-macam pilihan lauk untuk steamboat. Ambil juga, sos untuk dicicah. Paling sedap: blackpepper.
5. Kemudian masa untuk merebus dan membakar! Masukkan semua bahan steamboat ke dalam periuk dan bakar daging menggunakan marjerin.
6. Ini resepi saya cipta sendiri: letakkan marjerin, sos blackpepper dicampur dengan daging yang dibakar atas grill, kemudian keluarkan sedikit mee maggi dalam periuk tadi dan "goreng" atas grill. Sedapppp.
7. Bila dah puas makan, bolehlah pergi menyerang freezer aiskrim. Kalau tak puas makan lagi, ulang langkah 4-5.

Hasilnya...

Alhamdulillah kenyang..

Jadi dekat mana Rebus-Rebus ni? Bolehlah rujok peta di bawah.

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Memang sesuai untuk apa-apa acara berjemaah seperti reunion atau jamuan hari jadi. Oh, birthday boy/girl dapat free pulak tu. Dan boleh request ini!:

Bak kata Boboiboy: Terbaekkk.