I am going to tell you about our favourite Penang curry mee stall because all other curry mee I’ve tasted out there really cannot compare to Auntie’s. Also I think it’s time Auntie got recognition for her absolutely fair value curry noodles. Very fair value as you will see.
Oh sure, someone we know will tell us about this amazing curry mee or that curry mee here and there. But wait till you taste THIS curry mee. It’ll blow your socks off. Or pantyhoses.
Chockfull of ingredients…where can you find ingredients piled so high that you can’t even see the noodles?
Nic and I have been her fans for the past five years now. Yes, it’s been OUR secret for the past five years. My ex-colleagues also wax lyrical over this 70-something-year-old’s curry mee.
Of course it’s not healthy to eat curry mee all the time (especially curry mee with so much of evil stuff like santan, blood cockles and pig blood). But there’s something about this curry mee that lures us again and again. Or it could be these 3 reasons:
1. It is the cheapest ever – RM2 for small, RM2.50 for big. Small is big so be warned.
2. Packed with lots of good stuffs – cockles (‘see hum’), prawns, pig blood, tau pok, cuttlefish, mint leaves, lots of mee and meehoon and of course, kickass sambal.
3. Her curry soup is so good that you’ll want to slurp it all down till the last drop.
In other places, you get a miserly portion of curry mee with no ‘liao’. No prawns at all. Sometimes all you get is tau pok and some fish cake slices. Want prawns? Have to add extra RM1.
Auntie gives you hearty portions even if you order small. Her big curry mee can be shared between 2 small eaters. But then again, one taste of her curry mee will make you a true blue fan. How to share?
Anyway, you can take-away or eat there. It’s a house porch so seating is limited unless you go early. It’s best to eat there because she’s also quite friendly and will regale you with stories of her travels (an adventurous soul she is! This woman has been to places, I tell you!).
Go say hello to Auntie for us if you eat there!
How to get there:
Her address is Number 9, Lorong Delima, Island Glades. It is a blue house on your left as you drive down the hilly area to the traffic lights of Jln Yeap Chor Ee intersection (where you see Mutiara Court apartments on your right). If you see cars parked along the road, most likely they are customers. She opens only for breakfast.
She opens most days but runs out of curry mee around 10-ish in the morning. So go early and grab a bowl! During festive seasons or school holidays, she goes off for a break with her grandchildren and children.
Krista Goon
A Blessed Honour
First of all, a huge thank you and shout-out to my wise old lady friend, Vern! Thanks for making me numero uno on your list – this is the second list I am honoured to be on, what with Dean Hua’s 2007 kickoff list (I promised him I’d start my own and I will, Dean, I will!).
I have been truly blessed with so many amazing friends, blogger pals, business mentors and great clients over the years that I’ve been online (since starting my blog in 2002!). I’ve met some amazing people online who have turned out to be even better in person.
I’m grateful for your friendships and care.
I mean, where in the world do you get pals who ring me up to ask me if I am OK when I go MIA from my own blog? Rona dear, thank you for the years of being with me online and off. Thanks for your craziness too. It keeps me sane! LOL.
Vern, you have been someone I wished I was when I was your age. Confident, full of life and yet, so utterly practical and level-headed. Plus I know Georgetown will be a better place with you heritage youths around. I know it.
Marsha, the friend of my friend but who ended up an online friend. You knew me from my i-asianwomen days (what, has it been so long! Man I feel old!). She’s another madhatter like moi truly. I can’t believe she’s a mom of two. She has enough sassiness to last her a lifetime!
Lydia! You are my writing inspiration. You encourage me to strive for the impossible because you are living proof that writers can make a living in Malaysia.
Dean is someone who I met in 2004 when I was socially networking my way through cyberspace. He’s witty and honest and won’t beat around the bush. He’s also the person whom I am always learning from be it his specialty, networking, or just exchanging cross-cultural ideas with.
Josephine, my partner in crime for WomenBizSENSE, the networking group we both started last year. I’ve also known her for so many years now and each time, the friendship gets sweeter and better. And we get wicked-er! (Er, is there such a word ah?)
Lisa, you are my foodie friend. I’m grateful for the many eating sessions we have had the past year and the personal sharing we’ve had. I hope you won’t leave Penang so soon but if your destiny calls for it, I hope you will come back to the Pearl of the Orient and we can do more eating!
Karen, my ex-colleague, my good friend, my little ‘sister’ of sorts. You made this list because I’ve groused and moaned and groaned with you throughout our last stint together. We’ve seen the good and the bad (haha) and we’re still friends. Remember those 5 am flights we took together? And those bitching sessions?
Fabian, you have been my source of Catholic inspiration and info. I am so glad we met when we did and I think you’re one of the most down to earth people I know. Through you. I understand theology more (and how to recognise a good whisky and what good coffee is!) and have a keener sense of appreciation of all faiths. I may not be a Christian or Catholic but our friendship transcends religion, yes? That’s the beauty of it my friend.
Dada Laliteshnanda, my yoga teacher, my good friend, my movie/book guru. You have taught me more than just yoga asanas, you have taught me how to see the world and how to appreciate each day. You’ve taught me that there are no absolutes in life, and how we are greater than we think we are.
Sunny, mabuhay! I have not known you for long but it feels like you have been my soul sista for ages. And love your business and marketing sense! Admire your energy and wise words and the insightful blogging you do regularly. And yes, darling, we are stars on Colin’s Mentors 4 Startups forum! A bit of glamour in our lives eh?
Auntie Regina Diaz and Uncle Mike (Annyeong haseyo!), thank you both for your love and care during my turbulent times. You both have been my pillars of strength and I’ve grown to appreciate our lovely relationship the older I grow. And yes, for introducing me to Fatty Loh Chicken Rice at Fettes Park too!
Li Jin, you have been my nuttiest friend for so long – we’ve bickered, we’ve had cold wars, we’ve made up and yet, we’re stronger than ever. I admire your never-say-die attitude and you should blog, you know since you are a writer.
Dr Gitu, you were my fiercest supporter and also my biggest critic during my agonizing thesis-writing days. But the lessons I learnt from you improved my writing, my logic and my way of life. I write with more clarity, I write with a sense of responsibility and I write from the heart. And no regrets about taking my Masters, for sure.
I can go on and on and on but I shall not bore you to tears. These people (and lots more actually) have made my life more colourful and extremely meaningful.
Thank you for enriching my life.
Anne, This is for You
I’ve been missing from this blog for sometime, well, in the blog world – sometime is a long time! As usual, the web business takes me away from blogging quite a bit these days, what with proposals, meeting clients and rushing projects (I need to finish these up before Nic and I fly off to Kuching for our annual Chinese New Year break). I always despise this pre-CNY rush, rush, rush mode. Everyone seems to be in a mad rush or another.
And of course, dear old Margaret has gone off for her jaunts again. Like UnkaLeong says, cats have this annoying habit (well, annoying to their owners mostly) of zipping off for a few days. The first time it happened, Nic and I were worried sick. We thought someone catnapped her. Turns out that Margaret decided to take some fresh air somewhere. Yes, she’s gone missing again. I’m not so worried now. I learnt my lesson, UnkaLeong!
But this is also a belated thank you post to a dear friend, Anneliza for her lovely Christmas gift. Anne, if you are reading this, a million thanks from the heart. You are so thoughtful! Anne got me a gift from another friend of mine, Ai Lee, who by the way, sells absolutely one-of-a-kind bags from home.
Ai Lee is a stay-at-home mommy of a two-year-old boy and she took up selling these bags because she herself enjoyed them. (She’s also a KLite who got transported to Penang because of her husband’s work). Yes, marry your business and passion – always a good thing to start. At the moment, Ai Lee sells to close friends in Penang and KL. You can see more of her offerings at http://360.yahoo.com/polymnia_bags (You can order and pick up the bags from her – they’re lovely as last-minute gifts because no woman can say no to a cheery bag!)
I got two bags from her collection – the bigger one is from Anneliza while the small, cute one is from Ai Lee herself (since I visited her and drooled over her bags… it’s great for those days when you just need to carry some change and lipstick!).
So heaps of grateful thanks dear Anne and yes, to you too, Ai Lee!
This is for Technorati
Just signed up for Technorati so this is a post a claim for their spiders to come and feel this blog (sounds gross, right?). This is just to show them that yes, darlings, this is MayaKirana’s blog.
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Order Quick Or Wait 365 Days…
Well, this is a quick plug for my aunt’s once-a-year jam tart business.
Mrs Wong (that’s my aunt, my dad’s sister) is soooo shy about promoting her business that it is actually good that I have a big mouth and a blog. Everyone pitches in to help my dear aunt to market her tarts although her tarts actually market themselves due to their utter fabulousness (but then again, I am biased and I digress)… but really we are amazed that she herself does it all each year.
Ah, my aunt only makes them during this Chinese New Year season. She makes them ALL by hand. She doesn’t hire any Indon maid or anyone else to help her because of her stringent quality control. Each tart must meet Mrs Wong’s own rigorous and exacting standard- generous filling of not-too-sweet pineapple jam rolled in a melt-in-your-mouth buttery crust that’s baked just so.
You can never stop at one monster tart. I call them monster tarts because my aunt believes that one must never be stingy with ingredients and one must get the absolute best from each piece. Even if that means her tarts are huge compared to the miserly things we call cookies in the supermarkets.
Anyway, I did blog about her and how you can order from her directly (I’m just the messenger) in last year’s post at http://mayakirana.com/blog/?p=94
One jar of approx. 45 tarts are priced at RM21 (the same price as last year’s even though eggs and butter have become more expensive – I told her to raise prices because it is justified, what with inflated prices of raw ingredients but Mrs Wong is the kindest, nicest person I know, so kind that she won’t raise her prices…sigh).
Only available to Penangites because you have to collect the tarts from her house – she does not do deliveries not because she won’t but because she can’t – her whole day is full of baking and more baking! And no, she doesn’t bake any other type of cookies. Only jam tarts. That’s her specialty.
Order fast if you want some because she stops baking about 5 days before CNY. (Click on the link above to get her phone number.)
Over and out.
Surprisingly… Taiping
Lisa, Nic and I took off on a whim of a trip to Taiping before Christmas – we thought it would be fun to nose out some good eateries in that rain-soaked town.
View from the car of the beautiful old trees lining the Lake Gardens road.
We didn’t have much planned and I basically did some groundwork by googling for the best makan places in Taiping plus I could also fall back on my tattered Flavours guidebook (but then again, not every recommendation in that guidebook is accurate. Some places missed the mark all together!).
It is a one-hour leisurely drive from Penang to Taiping, and we three were looking forward to a lovely lunch of authentic Hainanese chicken chop. We followed the Flavours guidebook only to be sorely disappointed! The pork chops and chicken chop were so-so only, and I found the pork tough and tasteless.
We decided to find another popular Taiping food – popiah. But luck really wasn’t on our side that day. We found the place, a corner shop which sold popiah and soya bean drink but everything had been sold out by the time we meandered there at 4pm. The sky darkened and the threat of rain was real.
Perhaps popiah at Taiping’s market? Lisa decided to park her car near the market and we decided to nose about the market area. Of course, Taiping is not called the wettest town in Malaysia for nothing. In no time, we were running for shelter as it started its ubiquitous evening drizzle! Dreadful and no popiah in sight either!
Our barista in action….
We sat down at a coffee stall in the market to rest our tired and frustrated selves – and ordered some kopi o and tea, and since we were hungry (it’s easier to get hungry as a group!), we ordered roti bakar, a set each. A set means two slices of toasted bread with margarine and kaya.
There’s something about small town folk. In those few moments, we had started a conversation – yes, something friendly and warm about people who lead simple lives, unlike us complicated city folk. We asked about popiah but when we started sipping the coffee and tea, we were bowled over. The beverages were just right – and later we found out that these people (who are Hainanese by the way) toast their own coffee beans. No wonder the coffee was fragrant and Nic swore that it was better than any old Starbucks any day.
See that old style coffee cup in the back?
And the roti bakar. I’m a purist when it comes to toasted bread. I can’t stand the new-style, modern kopi tiam(s) which serve roti bakar which looks like the bread had been run over, all flattened and compacted. And no brown bread either – I want plain white slices, the kind we all used to eat before Gardenia and Hi-5 came along. The older I grow, the more I want things my way. Yes, dogmatic crankiness is a sign of old age, definitely!
This roti bakar was the real deal – plump slices of crisp toasted bread slathered with homemade kaya and margarine. The kaya was truly old-style – smooth, fragrant and not too sweet. It complemented the Daisy margarine well, and of course, paired well with black coffee and milky sweet tea. (You can buy the kaya – RM2 for a plastic container. Their coffee is not for sale, according to Erina of Cooking Island who is related to these people! Small world! She had to remind them of their ancestral relationship in order to wrangle us some heavenly coffee. Thanks, Erina. The coffee is like gold in our home. Only to be brought out for special occasions because it needs to be brewed the old way. None of the 3-in-1 for these Hainanese – absolutely no!)
It was pure addiction – in the end, we three had gulped down in total five cups of beverages and ate 6 sets of roti bakar. Yes, we were absolute pigs.
We promised to come back – yes, the coffee and kaya are so out of this world that they warrant a one-hour drive to Taiping.
How to get there:
Look out for the Kentucky Fried Chicken outlet in Taiping. When you spy the KFC outlet on your left, turn left into the market. The coffee stall (located in the market) will be on your right as you turn in.
Mathematician Who Writes
I’ve known his mom for a long time now. Let’s call her R. Now R’s a gracious, funny and honest woman and she loves to read! She used to run a cosy little bookshop in the heart of Georgetown a couple of years ago but she was simply too busy for her own good – yes, she has a day job and she lives in KL mostly.
Unbeknown to many, R has an adventurous streak in her. She recounted how she travelled across Siberia with her son, beginning from Mongolia and right across the continent towards Europe. And this is not your usual tourist type of travel we’re talking about.
This is one woman in her 50s, who rolled up her sleeves and backpacked across Siberia with her 30-something son, in what I call a sojourn of life. They ended up in France or the UK, where I think they split up, each making their own trip back to Malaysia.
What amazed me was her sense of adventure and joy for living. How many women in their 50s willingly take on such risks? And in Siberia!
Anyway, I’ve never met her son but when I saw his piece in The Sunday Star two weeks ago, I knew this was the guy. When I was in my old job as a web content editor for a woman’s web portal many years ago (I quit that job 3 years ago to do my own thang and yes, even that portal has disappeared. It literally died when the content editor left!), Dzof on behalf of his mom’s bookshop, used to contribute insightful and well-written book reviews.
And now this mathematician has his own column in The Sunday Star which has been renamed Star Weekender or something (as an aside, tell me, doesn’t the new Star remind you of one other newspaper which is given free at McDonalds?).
Of course, the next thing I did was quickly email R and tell her (OK, I gushed) how fantastic to know her son was now a columnist. R told me Dzof has a blog and of course one thing led to another and I being Miss Wanna-Know-It-All (hmmm, I am exhibiting some cat-like curiosity, no?) surfed over to investigate.
Yes, folks, you heard it from MayaKirana ya. You won’t find the link to Dzof’s blog from his column in The Star but you get it from the horse’s mouth – Dzof Azmi’s blog is at www.dzof.org (I wonder why it’s dot org…maybe I’ll go ask Dzof later.) Anyway, if you are a new fan of his writings, pop on over.
A Sarawak-style Christmas
This blog post was supposed to be uploaded a long time ago… but with the slow Internet, it had to wait. It’s a bit weird, timeline-wise, but still valid. Have fun!
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It’s been a few days of no posts but I have been well and truly busy. In fact, as I was lamenting to my friends who called on Xmas Eve, I was still working on a proposal for a client right up till midnight on the eve. But never mind that – I took complete rest on Christmas Day and yes, today too. Boxing Day is for relaxation I suppose, and anyway, one is still recuperating from the after-effects of feasting!
I started the Xmas weekend all worked up for feasting – well, Vern and I had a lovely, cosy lunch at 32, The Mansion on Saturday (thanks Vern!). She even got me a souvenir from Australia – bless her soul. This wise old gal just turned 18 (how I envy that age where one is young and carefree about life – but then again, Vern is nothing like the average youth one meets).
Christmas Day was fun because I did not go near the laptop at all – and I watched lots of TV. Actually it was two whole hours of Channel 11 on Astro of sexy old Nigella Lawson and lisping boy Jamie Oliver. They both put me in the mood for celebrating as they were going on and on about food for Christmas; from Alaska Bombe to pork roasts, from simple sushi to pizza. And in between, I was busy cooking Sarawak laksa for a small dinner party I was (ahem) having. It was something I had been meaning to do for a long time now.
Cooking Sarawak laksa isn’t difficult – it’s just tedious!
I took photos to document the cooking process so that those of you who want to try it out for yourself, please do.
The most important ingredient is the Sarawak laksa paste. Now this part is a bit tricky because you have to beg, borrow or steal. You just can’t find it here in Penang (anyone who can get Sarawak laksa paste here, please give a shout out.) I can get it easily because it comes from my client who manufactures this laksa paste for export and for use in her shop in Kuching. This is one of the advantages of having clients in the food business – we get plied with lots of samples!
The few packets of laksa paste that we have in our fridge are like precious gems. Only to be opened and cooked for special occasions like Christmas. Also, it’s more fun to cook when there are lots of people coming over; everyone loves a good bowl of kickass laksa, particularly displaced Sarawakians like my husband who hanker for their hometown food and some KL friends of mine who have been asking for some (sorry Jana, I wished you were here to try it out but you are in KL, of all times).
OK, besides the laksa paste, you will need some a packet of mee hoon (rice vermicelli), 2 eggs, 300gm medium-sized prawns, some chicken breast meat, chicken carcasses, lots of limes, coconut milk and some coriander. You will also need some real Sarawak sambal belacan too and I get mine courtesy of Barrett and Stefania. (By the way, they’re also mentioned in Wikipedia. See end of this post for the link.)
You can prepare the laksa soup or gravy first and let it simmer over a slow fire for 3 hours or more. Get a huge stock pot and fill it halfway with water. Bring to a boil and add in the chicken carcasses and prawn shells. I have not tried cooking it with pork bones (like what I do when simmering Chinese herbal soups) because Nic tells me no one uses ‘bak kut’ to make the laksa stock.
Once the stock has simmered for at least an hour, you can add the laksa paste. Once the paste goes into the stock, the whole apartment smells like laksa! The fragrance wafts around and those in the know will know that someone is cooking laksa. Free smells for the neighbours then. Let it simmer for an hour or so first.
You can now prepare the other ingredients. In another pot, bring some water to boil. First, blanch the mee hoon. Rinse the mee hoon under running tap water after it comes out of the pot of boiling water. Next, blanch the chicken breast meat; when the meat has cooled, you need to tear the meat into strips. Finally, blanch the prawns.
Finely slice the coriander and put aside. Also, slice some limes. These two will be the laksa garnishing.
Next, beat the eggs lightly in a bowl. Heat up your pan and make thin omelettes with these eggs. Cool and julienne. Set aside.
You will need to ‘tapis’ or filter your laksa gravy. This is the part which I find tedious. Get another pot of similar size and place a metal strainer on the mouth of this pot. Filter the gravy well. Once you have filtered it, you will need to bring it back to a simmer on the stove.
The next step is to add coconut milk. I would prefer freshly squeezed santan from the wet market but sometimes I have to make do with Ayam Brand Coconut Milk in tetrapak. I used 200ml of this coconut milk – you can use more if you wish, depending on how rich or ‘lemak’ you want your laksa gravy to be. I tend to watch the waistlines of my friends so I go easy on the artery-clogging santan.
You can add your seasonings now – a bit of salt, a bit of fish sauce or nampla, a bit of oyster sauce and some sugar. Or you can just omit all these and pop in some Maggi chicken stock cubes. Let it simmer for another 30 minutes or so and your gravy is ready. Let it sit for another 30 minutes before you serve the laksa.
To assemble the laksa, place the mee hoon in a bowl. Add prawns, chicken meat, coriander and egg strips. Bring laksa gravy to a boil and ladle hot laksa gravy on top of mee hoon. Before you tuck in, squeeze some lime juice over. Stir in a generous dollop of Sarawak sambal belacan. Mix well and bon appetit!
Note: Sarawak laksa doesn’t look appetizing – in fact, it looks rather muddy and awful. There’s nothing gorgeous about this ubiquitous Sarawakian breakfast. But if you’ve tasted it once, you’ll never forget it.
Update: More rave reviews of Barrett’s sarawak laksa at this quirky blog which writes ONLY about Sarawak laksa! The link is at http://real-sarawaklaksa.blogspot.com/2006/10/tiangs-cafe-bormill.html
The honourable Wikipedia mention at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laksa
A Huge Relief
The past one week or so has been utterly terrible. The slow Internet speed did nothing to help make post-Christmas lives easier. And on top of that, too much feasting does odd things to people. Either that or end of the year often makes me very reflective and not much real work gets done (anyway, half the clients and people I know are on long leave and etc.)
While surfing is hard enough, my Vaio decided to take a break too. It went nuts four days ago – refusing to connect to the Internet, not recognising certain programmes and certainly not very useful generally. All I could do was some spring cleaning – deleting and junking all old files from my laptop. I did suffer from some Internet withdrawal symptoms but had to be brave and do what I could, instead of lament over what I could not.
But of course, Nic is a lifesaver (perhaps that’s why he is a Mensan – he solves intricate problems like these which a woman like me cannot understand head or tail of!). The good news is, my Vaio is now ‘cured’ but it also helped me speed up my spring cleaning. Most of the junk on my laptop is gone due to the re-formatting. Is it good? Is it bad? Oh well, if I can start the year anew, so can my trusty machine.
If you don’t know yet, Margaret my cat is back! Yes. She made her appearance about 6 days after disappearing rudely. Now she gets even more royal treatment. Bought her a collar with a bell which she won’t wear (she thinks it’s a yoke and cowers whenever we put it around her neck). That was our Xmas gift to her.
Anyway, I’ve a few posts which I will put up soon, now that the Internet and my blog is accessible. Just shows how much technology I depend on! Anyway, just a quick one – I have to thank Dean for this true honour. I made Dean’s List LOL. If you sneak on over to read his list, you know why I am pleased as punch being mentioned.
OK, I will be putting up more posts soon – especially one on how to cook Sarawak laksa for non-Sarawakians. (Heck, I’m not from Sarawak but I have been married to one long enough to know what these people actually like!)
Early Christmas Celebration
I love my weekends.
I get to do lots of socialising on weekends – going out with friends (yo, Lisa! When are you coming back to Penang?), finding out new places to makan, discovering little gems in Georgetown (man, I love Penang!) and sometimes, even hanging around my own apartment is fun. I like to relax by reading at my balcony, no matter how cramped it is; surrounded by my plants (yes, I do the odd gardening now and then) – the odd chili plant, a rebellious bamboo plant, aloe vera, cacti – and my two pots of colourful guppies.
So this weekend isn’t that different.
Last night, Nic and I joined Erina and Lawrence (of Cooking Island) as well as Lillian and her family over at the Children’s Protection Society, Scotland Road to have an early Xmas celebration with the children of the home.
Many, many thanks must go to Erina for inviting Nic and I to bring some cheer to these children and share our Friday night with them – many have had difficult pasts and painful histories.
While Erina brought food for the simple dinner for the 13 children whose ages ranged from five to 17, we brought them gifts of stationery and chocolates. Which child doesn’t enjoy chocolates? Lilian and her family brought pizza and gifts of toys.
The children started off quietly taking their dinner but once they got to know us 6 adults, it was quite a riot. They loved the attention and their happy grins told us all we needed to know. The smaller children were lively and funny, each adorable in their own way while the older ones were a bit more reserved.
It’s hard to understand why these children were neglected or abandoned by their caretakers or guardians, which in many cases are their parents. Some are in the home because their parents cannot take care of their children properly. Some parents are unfit to be parents. It’s devastating to think that some of these children will grow up alone, not knowing why they were dismissed from their parents’ lives.
I sometimes think we humans are the only creatures in the world who have the brains to think logically yet sometimes do the stupidest things. We who have the ability to know right from wrong, good from bad can go so far as to abandon our children; even animals don’t do that.
Which is why I always say that it is a tough task to be a REAL parent. One who teaches, guides and nurtures a child to be a human being of the highest potential is a real parent. Just because one can pro-create does not automatically make one a parent. It is a label to be earned. Pro-creating unnecessarily makes us no better than animals but even animals know the right time and place to start another generation. We humans like to justify our lusts.
Anyway, this won’t be our last visit to the home. Nic and I hope to go more often now that we know we can make so much of a difference to these children. Even a short visit made them light up like Christmas trees.
It is true that the giver gets so much more than the receiver.
We get the gift of perpetual prosperity – riches which cannot be measured in ringgit and sen – when we give of ourselves, our time and our kindness.