Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Selamat Hari Raya!!!

It's an occasion of happiness, not only for the Muslims, but also for all Malaysian students.

Why? WHY?!!!

Isn't it obvious?! We get 1 week of holiday!

Of course, there's more to that than just holidays...

The FOOD! I LOVE malay food.

I got my favourite laksam from the ramadan market. Not to mention the nasi dagang and sweet dadih. And my mom got her nasi kerabu and long-awaited roti jala.


However, Hari Raya Puasa also marks the end of the shorter school periods, which means the usual 1 to 6.45 pm school sessions.

And I also felt we didn't frequent the ramadan markets frequently enough. We only went about 4 times. And I only got my laksam during 2 of the 4 trips.

2 ain't enough to last me another year, you know!

Here are some pics to give you an idea of the food which I sampled:

Dadih! My favourite dessert!

Oooooh! Laksam! Se-dap!

Nasi Dagang. With the kuah, best!

Nasi Kerabu, my parents' favourite. Too smelly for me!

Roti Jala. Usually very hard to come by.

Lastly, to all Muslims...


Friday, September 26, 2008

The 'One Big Mouthful of Word Pair Nonsense' Post

Pn. Angie gave out a paper today supposedly written by Form 1 students.

It was about Word Pairs, that is, words that come in pairs, such as high and mighty, dark and stormy.

So, the entire dialogue contained a total of 9 word pairs, ranging from the perfect match of aid and abet, to the jarring stuff and nonsense.

Well, let's see if I can sprout more word pairs than that Form 1 student. Observe the following sentence(it is quite ridiculous).

"Let you and me waste no more time arguing this and that about the matter; any Tom, Dick and Harry can clean up that mess of odds and ends, you and I both know that; but it is your high and mighty attitude getting in the way again, and with your mind and soul constantly thinking of fun and frolic, on and on about entertainment: those fast and furious races aired on TV, with the cars speeding up and down the highways and byways, or the more sedate singing and dancing in those dramas, with the fair and lovely ladies waltzing with the tall, dark and handsome gentlemen, twisting and turning in the most graceful ways, with their nimble feet hopping and skipping to the rythym and beat of the music; honestly, no reason or rhyme can make you see that work is just part and parcel of life, and I have tried and tried to make you aware, but you seem almost deaf and mute when I speak to you, and your answers come out in pathetic dribs and drabs, going neither here nor there; well, I have two good books that might knock some sense into you -- both classics -- and written with style and flair: Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility, authored by Jane Austen, a master of words and wordplay; I believe that you will enjoy it very much, and love and cherish it forever and ever."

30 pairs. Quite a mouthful indeed. Over and out.

Saturday, September 20, 2008


Believe it or not, this dummy scares the crap out of me.

Yeah, sure, he looks friendly enough.

Not to me.

Actually, the blame is on R.L. Stine. Somebody tell the guy it ain't funny messing with people's fears.

It all started when I was very young. I went to a circus (I didn't realise how lucky I was then). The first circus performer I met was a guy on stilts. Brilliant. Then, I met a clown. That's when I started crying. But that was a long time ago, and I was still okay.

Then comes R.L. Stine with his Goosebumps series.

Honestly, books don't scare me. But shows do. I watched a Goosebumps episode, and it just happened to be the one based on Night of The Living Dummy. And so I watched on as the evil dummy attempted to kill its owner in every possible way.

I can't remember if I even slept that night.

And as a result, I have a morbid fear of both dummies and clowns. Just in case you're wondering, the fear of dummies is called Autonomatonophobia, and the fear of clowns is called Coulrophobia.

If you want an example of the dummies I have in mind, here are some:

The cover illustration of the very story that caused my fear.

This is why I don't watch Saw.

By the writers, producers and directors of Saw. Another show I wouldn't watch.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Just A Note

The BEST inspirational book ever!

This book ROCKS!