Wednesday, July 29, 2015
 

Citer Asyraf :

Dalam berita, tunjuk video pasal Mama and anak jatuh ke dalam lubang after naik escalator kat China tuh.
Ibu : Ala...ibu dia meninggal. Dia selamatkan anak dia. Kesian anak dia, takde ibu dah.
Asyraf : Aaaaa (tgk tiwi tak berkelip)
Adam : Aaaaa (sambung main)
Bila ayah balek, ibu cerita lagi.Then, lepas masuk bilik nak tido....
Asyraf : Ibu, mama dia ninggal?
Ibu: Ha ah, mama dia mati, meninggal. Tapi dia berjaya selamatkan anak dia.
Asyraf : Kesian.
Ibu : Ha ah, mama dia sayang sangat kat anak dia. Jadi dia selamatkan anak dia. Kesian anak dia, mama dia dah meninggal, tak leh dah anak dia nak peluk mama dia camnih. Mama dia pun tak leh sayang anak dia cam nih. Bila ibu meninggal, Asyraf jangan lupa solat tau. Dengar kata ayah, jadi budak baik.
Asyraf : Asyraf tinggal ngan Mak Lang?
Ibu : Ha ah. Asyraf tinggal ngan Ayah, tinggal ngan Mak Lang, Cik Ngoh, Mak Ngah, Mak Su.
Tetiba Asyraf pusing telungkup.
Asyraf : Asyraf tinggal sorang.....
Ibu : Adam kan ada. Ayah, nenek pun ada.
Asyraf : Asyraf tinggal sorang (sebek makin teruk)
Ibu : Ayah ada, nanti ayah jaga Asyraf.
Asyraf : Huhuhu.
Ibu : Laaa....tak yah la nangis, nih ibu ada lagi.
End up, ibu kena distract dia supaya tak nangis lagi. Tapi sebek sampai ke lena ah.

Kesimpulannya, jangan buat citer sedih kat Aysraf. Kesian budak tuh...

Adam takpe, habis sedih kita citer, tetiba dia nanti buat lawak Pooottt dia tuh.


 


Monday, July 27, 2015
 



Tahun nih, kitorang buat kuih raya AFTER raya.

Hehehehe. Masa raya, ibu beli aje kuih. Kuih tunjuk. ;)

Anyway, semalam, ibu pun bawak keluar perkakas. Bising bebudak tuh nak buat kuih raya.

Roti yang dah dibakar tuh, sebelum sempat ape2, Adam and Asyraf dah makan...keropok kata diorang. Sedap!! Sib baik ibu bakar banyak, kalau idak, abis aaaaa...

Tugasan....si Adam tolong masukkan roti dalam coklat. Si Asyraf tolong 'mandikan' dalam nestum.

Kecoh gaks la, Si Adam : Adam aling. Memang dia baling aje roti2 tuh. Sib baik coklat tuh pekat, jadi tak ler terpercik. Sekerat jalan, ada Transformers, lari melanak gie tengok citer. Si Asyraf aje yang tolong ibu sampai habis.


Resepi Jari Jemari Nestum.

Bahan :
Roti biasa, (potong jadikan jejari).
Nestum (perisa Original, jangan lak gie beli Cerelac)
Coklat Masakan.

Cara2 Masakan :
Ambil jejari roti tuh, panaskan dalam oven dalam 10 minit, kepanasan dalam 180-200 Celcius. Make sure jadik kering.

Masak coklat masakan dan sedikit butter guna style Bain Marie (I used setengah sudu butter for 500 gm coklat) sampai betul2 cair.

Amik coklat jejari yg telah kering tadi, celup dalam coklat cair, then salut ngan nestum. Susun atas pinggan dan sejukkan dalam peti ais dalam 10-15 minit.

Masukkan dalam tabung kedap udara dan simpan ditempat yang sejuk, jauh dari cahaya matahari.


What? Senang ngats? Takde la leh nak buat biskut Femes Amos, Biskut Cornflakes, Semprit bagai. I am not SuperWoman kay. Nih pun nasib baik sempat. Hehehe.

Resepi ni dapat approval ayah...cuma tak leh makan byk2, sweet. Maybe the milk chocolate tuh kena mix half ngan dark chocolate.

 


Wednesday, July 22, 2015
 

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.

Daku susun sepuluh jari memohon ampun dan maaf atas segala kesilapan daku di hari dan bulan yang mulia ini.

Maaf Zahir dan Batin.


Citer bebdk tuh.

Pagi raya, bangun awal pagi....si abang seronok pakai baju raya. Si adik, mengamuk tanak pakai baju raya, instead dia amik baju t-shirt kelabu belang2 nak pakai. Nangis berguling2 sbb tanak pakai baju raya. Ibu paksa pakai gaks la, berguling2 cam tenggiling, sib baik tak masuk bawah meja nyer dia guling.

Dah siap2, makan sikit then pegi masjid. Punya la jem, berlari2 gaks la kitorang. Dah berlari2 tuh, mood adik pun dah baik. Nak la gaks dia tengok air tasik, main2 tepi masjid tuh. Tengah2 ayah and Adam posing tepi masjid, ada la pulak pak foreigner tangkap gambar kitorang. Rindu kat anak dia la kot, amik gambar anak2 daku dalam camera dia. Well, be positive. :)

Then, lepaks layan jem dalam keta sementara menunggu keta2 lain keluar dari kawasan masjid, tertido bebdk nih. Sampai ke umah Mak Ngah, sambung main and makan lagi. Then tghari, balek umah, ingat nak salin baju raya...dua2 pulak tanak. Nak g sembahyang raya, kata si Asyraf. Sembahyang raya apa lagi? Takpe lah, tanak salin, mainla sampai petang. Siap tido petang ngan baju raya lagi. Hehehe.

Raya kedua, ayah bawak jalan2 ngan baju t-shirt raya. Seronok adik Adam and Abang Asyraf. Ierlah, punya suka baju tuh, masa nak beli si adik Adam sampai guling2 kat kedai sbb nak pakai terus.

Anyway, tadi masa siap2 nak gie umah Ibu Nur, si Asyraf tanya pasal baju raya dia lagi. Kita tak pakai pun baju raya ketapi, Bu. Laaa....kan dah pakai? Mana ada...Haish...kenen nak pakai lagi la tuh.

Hehehe. Kesimpulannya, baju raya kena semunyik, kalau idak tiap2 hari diorg nak pakai.

Sekian pengajaran hari ini. ;)


 












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