GLOCCOVNAA is an abbreviation for 'Great Life of Conflict, Climax or Virtually Nothing At All'. That was the long and ridiculous name I came out for my blog when I was 18 years old. Do click on the colourful icons on the right to check out different types of posts in this blog.

05 December, 2008

Mystery Of The Unknown: Octo-meal

Just a few weeks ago, I had a trip to Penang as part of my post-trauma relieve treatment. It may sound very astonishing but it is just a holiday. The journey to Penang was not very long, but it was fun to drive there while speeding the car to a cruising speed of 110km/h. That surely isn't the important part of the journey, the main attraction was what I would call as the "Octo-meal" from a famous Restoran NT Cheang Kee in Nibong Tebal, Penang. WOW...

For starters, the Octo-meal is simple meal served with a dish which consist only with octopus.

Does it look tasty to you? This dish is surprisingly delicious if u would ask me. Of course this octo-meal must be endeavoured with chili sauce sprinkled with grounded nuts. Oh! Don't worry! It isn't moving. Spectacular...

Other than octopus, this restaurant is most famous for their seafood porridge, namely crab and fish porridge. And honestly speaking, this porridge is the second best porridge I have enjoyed in my life (the best is my mom's).Above is the yummy-licious crab porridge... See those white freshy crab meat above the tasty soup!  That will prove the amount of delicious ingredients in it And this is the fish porridge. For those who do not like spring onion (like me), don't bother about it because the soup is so tasty you won't even notice it

As a KL-ian, I also got to express my love for Pork (no offence to Muslims) by indulging myself in the simplest Pork dish ever, Eu Chai Shio Bak (Hokkien for fried vegetables with barbecue pork).Are you feeling hungry now? I'm actually really hungry as I'm writing this. If you wanna visit this restaurant to get a bite, here is the address:

No. 60 & 62, Jalan Besar, Air Lintas, Taman Merbah, 14300, Nibong Tebal, Pulau Pinang

Tel: 04-5943728

That's all Folks, maybe I'll drop in another food post next time

lalanandaFRY 5/12/08

01 December, 2008

Mystery Of The Unknown: Rel-uh-tiv-i-tee

When everyone is tall, there is no tall
When everyone is small, there is no small
When everyone is rich, there is no rich
When everyone is smart, there is no smart
Book Of Relativity
by lalanandaFRY


Why shall thou beest above?
Why am I here?
Why shan't I fly?
Why will thou mournst me?
Book Of Relativity
by lalanandaFRY

Who can utter the differences between an ivory tower and an ebony slum?
Book Of Relativity
by lalanandaFRY

11/12/08

29 October, 2008

Musclés Dé Dansé: Fin de Jour

Just like every important day, there is always an end.

Just like every movie, there is always a credit.

Just like every song, there is always a concluding line.

Well, this is the end of the sentence...

The end of the long dance

The Musclés Dé Dansé

Sorry Guys...!!!

I know I missed prom night

I missed the last precious moments with the lovely S2

But I think I have enough memories to last a life time

Once again, the time of my life!!!

29 September, 2008

Musclés Dé Dansé: Triumph in Trial

It is over, the Trial examination is past tense to me, yet I feel the sense of fear and misery...

From nightmares to sweetdreams, nothing is as real as the hours in the examination hall. I can still feel the tense atmosphere which comes with shivering temperatures hugging my skin. My pen's wobble would signify my boiling brain and gushing bloodflow while my swollened eyes would signify the sore of boredem from books. Is there a saviour when I need it?

Sometimes difficult times can be stopped by a change in pace. A short break in the critical times could make ends meet... somehow. It is like a detour but this longer route may take you to the destination faster than expected. I'm not sure whether it works with everyone but it works for me. It is as simple as taking a stroll from the examination hall, visit the washroom, or even closing both eyes.

Although this harsh period only lasted five days, I have felt the love from the people around me notably my parents and classmates. I cannot predict the events of the coming Final examination but I could only hope that the love can act as motivation, as fuel for me to strive on.

I have been pondering with questions of my life, 'Why am I still living?' 'What is the meaning of my life?' and I thought to myself again, 'Why am I still asking these foolish questions?'. Life is meaningful not because of any supernatural being, not because of the uncertain future, not because of the 'past tense' but the people around me. The love and care, the knowledge, the luxury they intend to share that makes my life worth living.

Thank You Everyone...!!! for all you have done for me

lalanandaFRY

08 September, 2008

Musclés Dé Dansé: WCW! you are my idol!!!

This post is dedicated to the best columnist I know, Mr Wong Chun Wai. Jis newest article entitled 'Nation Built on Toil of all races' was posted in the September 7th issue of The Star newspaper and has made me realise the condition of my country today. I salute him for his great contents and his courage to pursue the true meaning of racial harmory.

Nation Built on Toil of all races
ON THE BEAT
By WONG CHUN WAI

The contribution of each race must be recognised and appreciated.

IT’S hardly convincing. More than 10 days after the controversy over Datuk Ahmad Ismail’s racist remarks, the Bukit Bendera Umno chief has finally appeared to give his side of the story.

He has not only refused to apologise but has remained defiant and has instead demanded an apology from Sin Chew Daily, which reported his remark, attacking the newspaper for “manipulating” his speech on Aug 23.

Ahmad has admitted that he made the remark that the Chinese were squatters in the country but within the pre-Merdeka context.

The newspaper, he charged, had instead turned the remark into a racial and sensitive issue.

The Penang politician’s reply smacks of arrogance. If the newspaper had indeed misreported his remark, then he should have demanded a correction and an apology to be made immediately.

The question is: Why did he do a disappearing act?

Even Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi said he could not reach him, like so many other reporters who were seeking his reply.

In short, he was given a chance to make a rebuttal but he did not use it. Instead, he decided to take his time to come up with a defence and allowed the issue to drag on. In the process, Deputy Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak had to apologise on his behalf.

Sorry issue

Najib has been magnanimous in making the apology on Ahmad’s and Umno’s behalf, but his act is appreciated by his fellow Barisan Nasional component leaders. The apology was supported by Pak Lah the next day, reflecting their maturity and wish to end the issue.

But the apology by the two leaders was unnecessary, as the matter involves a small-time politician and it should just be confined to that level.

A simple apology from him would have sufficed and would have prevented the widening of the issue.

As the saying goes, “To err is human, to forgive, divine.”

It takes a man to apologise and, certainly, in the eyes of many politicians now, Ahmad is hardly one. Perception is everything in politics but we are sure he would not want to be remembered as a racist, even if he says he is not one.

Assuming that his remark was wrongly reported, his reply and mannerism, as seen on television, would not earn him much forgiveness. In fact, it was a case of poor public relations.

He has said that he was away in Bangkok attending a sepak takraw tournament, but surely he could have answered all the allegations from there. Surely he doesn’t need a pigeon to send his statement.

Yes, the Chinese were immigrants but so were most other Malaysians, including many Umno leaders and former prime ministers whose ancestry can be traced to India, Pakistan, Yemen, Bangladesh, Indonesia, Thailand, China and even Turkey.

A certain former mentri besar is a second-generation Malaysian: his parents came from Indonesia, but he made it to be the leader of a state. That’s good because Malaysia is a land of opportunity.

Many Umno politicians, especially from Penang, have ancestors from India but there is no reason to question that. They are surely not pendatang and it shouldn’t be an issue at all.

If we have to dwell on immigration, we should be celebrating it, not making it a reminder for patronage. Malaysia is a land of diversity, and that’s an asset.

As we celebrate the country’s 51st anniversary, let us remind the likes of Ahmad Ismail that this country is built on the blood, sweat and tears of all communities, not just one race.

Thanks to the political maturity, wisdom and skills of the Malays, the country has remained stable and peaceful. It was, and still is, the Malays who protected this country as soldiers and policemen. As administrators, they have done a superb job.

The Chinese contribution through the tin mining industry built the country’s economy and their entrepreneurial skills strengthened the many financial institutions.

The Indians, especially Tamils, worked in the rubber estates, a main pillar of Malaysia’s economy.

Correct perspective

Without each of these components, Malaysia would have been nothing, and the contribution of each race must be recognised and appreciated.

And remember also that there would have been no Malaysia without Sabah and Sarawak. They did not join Malaysia; they helped to make up Malaysia. Never forget, so we can get our history facts correct.

If we wish to talk about history, then this would perhaps put the perspective right in a more rational and mature manner.

A decade or two from now, our politicians would need to win the votes of Malaysians with ancestry from Myanmar, Indonesia, Bangladesh, Vietnam and Cambodia, as this would be the eventual price for bringing in foreign workers.

It’s very much like the American politicians having to count on the votes of the Hispanic and Latino voters.

Whatever our colour, language and religion, we are the same. Don’t let the politicians tell us otherwise as there are only two kinds of people – the good and the bad.

lalanandaFRY
8/9/08