Pergimu Diiringi Du'aku

I grew up with his songs.
I love his songs
even when others don't.
I love his voice the most.
I learnt a lot from his songs -
of love for Allah
of love for the Prophet
of love among Muslims.
I looked up to him
as one of my role models
when I was a kid.
Even until this very moment
I think very highly
of him.

But now he's gone.
Forever gone.

So long, ustaz Asri Ibrahim, the former vocalist of Nadamurni and was the vocalist of Rabbani before he passed away this morning. [click here]


May Allah forgives all your sins,
and I pray your soul be placed among the Believers.


Because to Allah we all belong, and to Him we shall return.


But I will continue listening to your songs as they always make me feel soothed whenever I'm troubled.


Thank you for your songs.

I Miss Home

Out of the blue, I remember this one beautiful song.

Ma Maison C'est ta Maison.

Yup, it's in French. It means "My Home is Your Home", a song from a French musical theatre titled Notre Dame de Paris.

Click here to listen.





. . . isn't it beautiful? :')

Call Her Katrina? No, Please Call Her Tuatarina :')

I never intended for this blog to be a site where I post recipes.


Nope, never had that in mind because I don't have talent for cooking.


But today is different.
Nothing special about today, nope.
But,
just because today I made this fingerfood
called TUATARA.

Yup, this is the so-called Tuatara :')


Owh, I'm sharing the recipe here today. Isn't that a good news?

. . . maybe not so much. Ehehe~


What you need:
1 can of sardines
1 green onion
Blackpepper
Oil
8 to 12 tortilla wraps
3 eggs
Cheese (optional)
Chilli powder (optional)
Breadcrumbs (optional)

How do you prepare it?
There are 3 stages to preparing this tuatara. You see, it IS time consuming which is why I rarely make this fingerfood. I'm lazy, thank you.


Stage 1: Preparing the sardines

1) For a starter, heat some oil in a frying pan. Put in the sardines without the tomato sauce into the oil and fry them. This is to ensure the sardines are not hanyir when you eat them later.

2) As the sardines are well fried, turn them into smaller chunks according to your likings. I prefer them mashed. :') Only then you add in the tomato sauce from the can.

3) Cut the onion into two. Diced one half, and cut the other half into thin thread-like pieces. Add the diced onion first and stir the sardines. After they mixed well, add the the other half.

4) Then you add in some blackpepper. If you like it spicy, put in more blackpepper. And if you like it hot, add some chilli powder.

5) Let the sardines on the stove for about five minutes.

6) If you like it cheesy, melt some cheese in the pan and mix it together. Let the sardines on stove for about another 10 minutes or until it looks less watery before you remove it from pan into a blackpepper-ed bowl.


Stage 2: Wrapping

1) Take 1 tortilla wrap and cut it into 4 smaller pieces.







This is how the small tortilla pieces should look like

2) Put some sardines on the small tortilla pieces and wrap it like you wrap a springroll.







These what you should get as you finished this stage :'P



Stage 3: Fry 'em all!

1) Break 3 eggs into a container. Beat them.

2) Heat some oil in a frying pan.

3) Dip the "springrolls" from Stage 2 into the beaten eggs. If you like your Tuatara crunchy, then dip it in breadcrumbs after it was dipped in egg.

4) Fry 'em all

5) Ready to serve~

If you haven't noticed, the one closest to you was fried with breadcrumbs



Okay, that's all about it. Easy, right? Just requires some effort. :')










Owh, you asked "Isn't tuatara an iguana-like creature exclusively found in NZ?"

YUP, IT IS. But why I call this fingerfood tuatara?

. . . go ask Zack. Thank you. X'D

Innocente

One peaceful afternoon on Cuba Street, a small girl stood by the iconic water cascade. She stood there long, wondering and amazed by the fountain's mechanism. She looked at the water cascade in amazement, I looked at her in amusement.





After many times she watched patiently at how the fountain works, she marched towards the fountains. With chests forward and head held high, she silently declared a "war" with the fountain: Come what may, I'm ready!





As the uppermost bucket lost its balance and spilt a big amount of water, cascading down from bucket to another, there was a gleam of cheerful amazement in the very corner of the small girl's eyes.

But of course, she dodged the spill. With little laughter, she marched towards the water cascade yet again and repeated her "ritual".

I smiled as I passed by . . .







. . . ah, the innocence of a child. :')

I'm No Baker

I don't feel like writing at all in this entry.

I have a photo to share here, though:





Yup, that's a strawberry-ed chocolate cheesecake topped with cornflakes I baked.

An achievement for me, since I can bake now but it is nothing to be proud of.






Why?


Because.


Officially, this is the third cheesecake I made on my own. But they are always there, those fissure-like cracks.

Anyone knows why cakes have those cracks?




. . . perhaps I have no talent in baking cakes.