struggling week..

After 2 weeks of struggling with the preparation of medical relief trip, I am finally on my way...
The trip was not simple as I think; just present myself and volla, I am seeing patient at the other end of the world. I had become the tour lead member and the part that trouble me most was the medical supply.
I had tried any possible way to secure the drug locally but was a frustration wild goose chase. Finally, BCH had replied me and they had gladly offered us help with a heavy price. The quoting was 5 times over our budget and I had to chop and two leg and an arm to get the figure closed but yet still 0.5x over. The struggle was not over as we had difficultly obtained the drug from BKK. I had tried to pull string but came out zero. As the day are closing, We had decided to ferry over the medication...
A challenging task as it would be a great problem should we are stopped by the custom. My sleep was disturbed so was my appetite. 
At the moment, the box of medication (>thousand tab ) passed the xray scanning machine( yeah, this is the  only airport where baggage need to clear xray machine after you claimed it from the baggage claim) and we are not stopped. I almost knee down and thank the great one...
We had passed the most heart sinking challenge and finally the mark the beginning of the mission.
Here I am, sitting at the foundation office writing down the beyond imaging nightmare the haunted my night for the past 2 week....it is a learning process; for me to adjust my way of thinking process and task completing..
Praise the Great one....

Sri Lanka food...

The Sri Lanka streets view has given me a nostalgia about my childhood. The streets almost look alike the old klang road about 30 years ago...
The foods are my favorite - spicy food: sambal, samboi and curry...but the meat was stony hard. I become almost vegetarian since D4...yet, the Basmati steam rice is still a fatal attraction for me. 
I finally got a taste of Farloda on the last day, acceptable but not surprising. 
The final surprise was on the last day when we visited a chinese restaurant - one of the highly recommended over the net. During the food ordering process, I noticed that the owner have a cantonese accent and I approached and asked him if he is a Malaysian...and He said he came from Ipoh...We had a short chat and found out that he had been in Sri Lanka for over 20 years...
The food was a satisfying one....Yi Min, Gou Lou Yok....

the Lord is fair full of grace; we had chosen to go for this mission trip instead of going back to Malaysia and at the end of the the tour, I was still rewarded with this graceful feast...

lost...

I was a little bit confuse when I came back from Sri Lanka. I had the feeling that part of me was in the limbo (definitely not in Sri Lanka). The straight night shift has further crumbled my sensation. I felt numb, not physically but emotionally. I was unable to tell the feeling and later on I was bothered by the medical relief trip.
It was like 4 weeks before the green light but yet everything was not finalized yet. The Satun trip I intended to go was cancelled as I was the sole volunteer. The pastor asked me if I would like to join the Dhaaka group and I complied. But Later, the Dhaaka group was packed up and the group has to be splitted into 2. 4 were redirected to the Satun group and one of them pulled out with another kiv to join....
The pastor asked me if I could lead the team if there is only 2 persons...and I gladly complied.
The kiv person later agreed to join and now it is a team of 3.
The worst part was the application to the local medical council was still pending as we need to be covered by a local hospital, which was still n/a....
Well, I think everything is in the hand of GOD, and all I need to do is prayed..

honorable face

Seri muka has been one of my favorite kuih since my childhood... I never miss it if I ever visit the night market. The best one I had tried was from my  neighbour - auntie ahmad. My mom would buy some durian and asked her to do the seri muka durain for us... the smoothness of the upper layer was splendid...
After missing the bengawan solo trip few weeks ago, I am a bit loss and eager to seek the taste of it..
I glanced thru the net and found out that I might be able to make some in the house...
I finally acted today...I bought some nasi pulut on my way back and soaked. After I woke up at 7 pm in the night, I proceeded with my plan..

the pandan I planted last year had been growing well...key ingredient!

I didn't bother about the appearance and I use the rice cooker to steam it...

this is the final verdict... not the best I have ever tasted but it should be the only one I could get at that moment in this foreign land...yummy but I dare not wallop the whole bowl, those santan in it would cost me a heart attack tonight....

I shared some with my neighbors and this is the left over...