Secret Recipe

There was one night that we went to IMM Building to do some shopping. Of course it was dinner time, and we actually couldn't decide where and what to eat, but after much walking, we ended up at Secret Recipe. We ordered, Irish Lamb Stew for Erin and her Papa, and TomYam Kung for myself.

(I remembered my mom, after her plate of Irish Lamb Stew, she can hardly get up from her chair due to her high blood pressure. By the time we reached Mustafa Centre, she was complaining of dizziness, but still managed to do her shopping, while Jazz waited patiently by the aisles).

Back to my story, we were very much engrossed into our conversation, until we saw a familiar face frantically waving at us.

Eh... it was Ruz! Qhairul's friend. She was with her sister and her mother. After the initial greetings and salutations, I've noticed that Ruz's mom had her eyes on Jazz's arms. I was rather jumpy and was too fast to explain to her "Oh don't worry... these are fake!". Just because she was wearing tudung, and I don't want her to think that we are AngKong kia.

And she replied with : "Eh.. takpe... style..."

Suddenly, I feel that I have just descriminated a tudung adorner. Why do I have to explain on everything? She is just another human afterall, and for all I know, she doesn't care about how we dress. Sorry Ruz's mom... I will be more careful the next time we meet, and not jump into conclusion on what you might think.

And I can tell that Jazz was pretty upset because I told them that those were fake! Sorry darling, it won't happen again, although by writing this down, I somehow told the whole world about it.

Its a Secret

"Wadduuup?"

Fork and Spoon, with Knife in the middle

My TomYam Kung

Irish Lamb Stew. But I usually ask for Lamb Shank, which sometimes makes the service staff scratch their heads. Its the same thing laaah.

"Alhamdulillah....

Ready, set... ngap!

Panas?

My Apple Juice with sumbuay