Kautsar Abd Rahman

Same day last year, I had a stressing day of unfortunate events.  I even wrote there :

“I shall now fear 25th February”

Of course, I had completely forgotten about it..until today. Yes, that’s right. 25th February, a year later.

I was just complaining to Aisyah about such miserable day I was having, when I remembered it’s Fahimah’s birthday today, which means it was the same day as last year!

I quickly went through my blog archive and there :

25th feb. the unfortunate day, 22 years after fehy was born

icing on the cake of horror

Right.

So yesterday, I went to Pak Mat’s fashion rehearsal, all eager to take a photo-journal of his preparation for UCL MODO Fashion Show 2010 that I switched my tutorial time for it, and had taken countless photos of him adjusting his dresses on his models and the models cat-walking and candid photos of Pak Mat surrounded by other designers and models and his own masterpieces and shots of models’ eyes in his fabulous headgears and feeling all professional crouching down low at the cat-walk aisle snapping every single angle and pretty cool wearing mini denim skirt over leggings and a white top with a massive Russian fur hat and a destructive looking camera in my hand – with huge lense.

Only to discover the camera had no memory card.

Heart Attack number one : “NO MEMORY CARD” flashing on the screen.

After my blood came back to my poor paled face, and jaw clamped together again, I decided I need to binge to get over that down moment. Even Pak Mat was down! He could have brought his humble digital camera had he known my animal of an SLR was useless.

And then, a disastrous kitchen night. Have I told you I am a good cook? Not extraordinary or crazy wicked or anything, but a good cook? Not decent good cook, but a GOOD COOK?

So I thought a new recipe would be nothing. Only to end up with a super-thick, super-salty meat dish and the meat was not even tender – and I am known for my skill at tendering beef!! AAAARGHHH!

Furthermore, I tut-tutted Emir when he cooked the rice, saying he puts too much water when he cooks rice, and said that’s why his rice is always slightly wet. So I taught him a new measurement to cook excellent rice – moist and soft.

MOIST AND SOFT? The rice turned out grainy. The boys were so amused by it they took turn eating the grainy rice and criticizing it. WHAT? I was like : WHY DO YOU GUYS EAT IT IF ITS HARD AND GRAINY??!!!

Tsk. Then I had to pour water in it and cook it again to soften up the rice.

And for it to be eaten with the salty, thick meat dish. And for once, in the Beaux-Art kitchen, a dish was left unfinished.

And today, waking up to a beautiful morning, feeling ultra-fresh albeit a slight sore throat, I received an email from a tutor having a go at me.

Nice. The world has gone slightly grey and my heart has a bit of unfamiliar pain in it. I blame hypertension and high blood pressure and the 10-weeks race to final exam.

Here’s to the end of the day.

Fahimah, I hope you have an AWESOME birthday regardless of what the day does to me. Hehe. I love you! HAPPY 23RD BIRTHDAY BON CHERIE!