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Getting bored with air batu campur? Read this.

Awesome, I tell you. AWESOME!!!

A bowl of air jagung, (shaved ice mixed with corn and milk) at Kak Na's, Gong Badak is groaty to the max. If you are a regular visitor to Terengganu, or local people and looking for a nice new taste of hi-tea, set a spell to Kak Na's small and modest stall in Gong Badak. The stall is small but, the taste of air jagung 'rocks!'.

They serve pisang goreng (fried banana banana fritters) and laksa Penang there too. Give them a whirl.

post-script: Thanks to Marwan for correcting me the correct words of pisang goreng.

photo credit goes to cousin and his Sony Ericsson W700i

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It was heavily raining outside and nobody home when I came back from Gong Badak. I saw a big plastic bag hanging to the main door handle. As I looked into it, numerous dark purple round fruits inside. I was completely astounded. It's mangosteens, people! The last time I had must have been 3 years, maybe more. As soon mother got home, I told her about the mangosteens. Then, I know, it is from Umar, a lad that helps renovating our house. I am so thankful to him.

In the compound, there are 3 rambutan kerök nyör trees which already full with ripe rambutans. It named Kerök nyör because of the sweet flesh which as hard as coconut flesh and detachable to the seed, or in Terengganuspeak, called lököh. But, no matter how many people would fell in love for its sweetness, for me it still cannot beat rambutan gading, the striking yellow outside but juicy inside rambutan, and lököh too. Its almost perfect round shape, haired with smooth light green filaments. And the taste, will take you to someplace called dreamland. It is hauntingly sweet and juicy. Can I say any more than that? But do not get confused with rambutan rakyat, which so not lököh and a bit sour too.

You know what, talking about that already made my mouth water. Serious, I have to have it before going back to Jogja. Hmm.. I guess 5 days are enough for me to complete the mission of 'rambutan gading hunting'.

Some evenings, mother would look so busy in the kitchen with a bowl of durian fleshes in her hand. On the stove, a pot of water is boiling and a glass of santan, coconut milk she then pours into it. While stirring, nnissang, our local sugar is mixed together, giving the sweetness and adding the brown color to it. And finally, our pengat durian is now ready to eat with pulut, glutinous rice that mixed with santan and a bit salt. But in this case, I prefer bread better. I think I've had enough cholesterol.

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vs Chuck

House succeed grab my attention and seduce me to watch the series back to back. It amuses me with much things that beyond my knowledge. And put a smile on my face in a very very rare occasion when they mention terms that I have had a glance in text books. Feels like you really not wasting your first three years of medical student. Hoho.

And suddenly came Chuck.

Our first meeting was when 'he fought with the sizzling shrimps'. And I am hooked. Chuck is charming, funny and blended with suspense and actions. It is really a kick to watch. And last night was the final episode of first season. No more 'Chuckles' on Monday night.

Well Chuck, you wow me. And leave House and his colleagues behind. Congrats.

Second season is on Sept 28. This nerd can't wait for it.

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I can't wait for the 215th day of 2008

I do not blame the state government for no any cineplex built in town after two big companies terminated their businesses more than twenty years ago. For me, it has its own positive and negative opinions which you people can figure them out by yourselves.

And I will not stand up or lead an illegal demonstration along the road to plead particular body to build us, movie maniacs a cineplex and cry my heart out days and night. But, if there was one, I would not think twice. Buy ticket and enjoy movies as much as possible. :)

I hate to say this but, 'the bat is back'.

Sob sob..

Whilst The Dark Knight has swooped into theatres and got great responses from moviegoers all over the world, I am desperately counting days to August 3 to go back to Jogjakarta and praying that Batman will be still screened.

But. Think of all previous Batmans that I watched from cds and tv and never at cinema. Was I asking why then? And if not, how dare I start questioning it now.

But, I so want to see The Joker.

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A Beautiful Mess

Dear you,

You can say all you want. And I, do not give a damn what do you say about it. At all.

The criminals lock and load their guns as rhythmically as rock drummers. Then, it throws me into a bloodbath. Fuh!

Well people, it is loud. It is bloody. And it is dirty. But for me, Smokin' Aces works and I love it.

Go download or grab the dvd now. Yes, NOW!

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The Stubborn Iwe

There are two horses. One is a black beauty Ayu which is thin and easier to ride. And the other is a handsome white horse, named Iwe. Both are my favorites. But Iwe, his stubborn really stimulates my curiosity. Plus, Iwe's back is broader than Ayu and this does make him so comfortable to ride.

Sometimes, Iwe can be so naughty. It is very hard to tame him to put the bridle on. He knows what we are doing, saddling and bringing him to the paddock. He also knows who is new and afraid of him. As we get closer, he will be pretending not to finish eating yet. But as we give up, he stops eating. Such a naughty horse. To be honest, when it comes to groom him, Kiru will take over it. She is much braver than me. She calmly approaches him and put the bridle on his face. And I, cowardly stand on the far side.

Iwe can be restless too. There was one day when only Ayu was joining us for practice. From the paddock, we could see him inside the stable, lifting up and down his head as a sign of how much he eager to join us. But we just ignored him. Suddenly Dina shouted, "Iwe escaped!". All of sudden, Iwe already galloped wildly in the compound. He scooted around trying to get away from us. Luckily, Mahyas was there. She then sowed dried grass on the ground and tied a rope around Iwe's neck while he is eating it.

Once in a very blue moon, Iwe can be as fleet as deer. I just have to held the rein steady and do not hurry him. I ride him first slowly. When we are on the common I gave him a light touch with my whip, and we have a splendid trot.

Last Sunday, while cantering, I accidentally rolled down on the ground after Iwe suddenly fell down. Alhamdulillah, there was no serious injury. But, the incident did wake me up. Mas Doni told me that Iwe was still tired. He went for an enduring jungle tracking yesterday. After all, I believe that horse riding is just not grooming nor riding a horse. It is far more than that. It starts with mutual respect and trust between horse and human. We do rely on each other.

Nasi Lemak

It was another bright and sunny Thursday at Faculty of Cultural Sciences. And yesterday was an oppurtinity for me to try out different kinds of food from all over the world. I am no food connoisseur but I do love food.

Many countries participated in this International Culinary Festival. There were Korea, Japan, Thailand, Madagascar, Germany and many more. And each stalls was selling their traditional food. From Australian stall, I have had a scrummy Australian brownies. Those brownies do look gorgeous, beautiful and moist on the inside. And the cookies from Spain, they had a nice crunch!

But how could I forget the delicious cuisines of my country, Malaysia. The taste of appetizing home-made egg tart, toothsome vedu and scrumptious nasi lemak really reminisced me my hometown. As a multi-racial country with her three most-populated races; Malay, Chinese and India, I have always been fascinated with the food, especially nasi lemak.

I have an unforgettable experience with nasi lemak when I was seven. Every early in the morning before going to school, my aunt Mak Lang provided us two packets of nasi lemak. She used to sell nasi lemak during those days. And her nasi lemak was delicacy!

Teacher asked us to place all the food on the special table at the back of the class. We just can have it only during recess time. One day, after hours of tiring classes, we hurriedly rushed to the table to get our yummy nasi lemak. Surprisingly, we could not find our food. We were so sad but did not know what to do. So we went to the school canteen and bought keropok lekor and drinks. Few minutes before the bell rang, a girl came to us and handed us a plastic with one nasi lemak inside and said, "Sorry, I mistook your nasi lemak, I thought it was mine"

I looked at my cousin. And, we did not say a word. Are you serious?