Archive for October, 2007



In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.

Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.

Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.

The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.

“We told them so.””Crazy men and their crazy dreams.””It`s foolish to chase wild visions.”

Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.

He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.

It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.

He touched his wife’s arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.

For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife’s arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man’s indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.

Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.

Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realised with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.

Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.


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Beef noodle soup is a Chinese noodle soup dish composed of stewed beef, beef broth, vegetables and Chinese noodles. It exists in various forms throughout East Asia and Southeast Asia. It was created by the Hui people (a Chinese Muslim group) during the Tang Dynasty of China.

In the West, this food may be served in a small portion as a soup. In China, a large bowl of it is often taken as a whole meal with or without any side dish.

In Chinese, “牛肉麵” literally means “cattle-meat-noodles”. If one orders “牛肉湯麵” or “cattle-meat-soup-noodles” in a restaurant in Taiwan, China, or Hong Kong, one might be given a very inexpensive bowl of noodles in only beef broth but no beef. Since beef has become much more affordable these days, most restaurants no longer provide these broth-only noodles. If one orders a “牛肉湯” or “cattle-meat-soup”, one could be given a more expensive bowl of beef broth with chunks of beef in it but without noodles. A common Vietnamese version of this dish is called Pho. (Taken from wikipedia)


The simple signboard of the only beef noodles stall in Batu Pahat. Had breakfast with philip today.


The uncle who has been selling the noodles for more than 30 years. When I asked the auntie how old uncle has been in operation, she said many years, so I tried to ask 20 years? Auntie said, more than that. I am sure most of you remembered this uncle.

He used to operate at the Jalan Jenang Chia Pa Sat before it was torn down and replaced with Hong Leong Bank building now. His son used to help him but has since seek greener pastures elsewhere. Most of the time uncle is alone handling the stall.


The sizzling hot bowl of beef noodles costing RM6.00 for a big bowl and RM5.00 for a small one. The soup has a very thick aroma of beef and spices. The beef portions are also generous (meat, stomach, tongue, etc.) Its like sup lembu but chinese version.

The chilli sauce that comes with it isn’t spicy hot, it has a blend of ginger and vinegar into it. Complements nicely with the beef. Bon Apetit!

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Selamat Hari Raya!!

I would like to take this opportunity to wish all our Muslim friends out there,  SELAMAT HARI RAYA, MAAF ZAHIR BATIN.

Enjoy the holidays!!!


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Redwan Ali – Would You Be There

If I were blue, would you be there for me,
And whisper in my ears that’s ok.
Would you stand by me, let me hold you tight,
And say you love me one more time.

If I feel good, would you slow dance with me,
And touch my lips with tender loving care,
Would you die for me, would you run with me,
And never look back..

Would you be there to love, to be with me?
Would you swear that your love is always true?
Would you say that you’ll always be the one,
to take my breath away?

Would you be there to love, to be with me?
Would you swear that your love is always true?
Would you say that you’ll always be the one,
to take my breath away?

Would you be there..

If I am away, would you still think of me,
And wished that you could hold me now.
Would you die for me, would you run with me,
All the way …

Would you be there to love, to be with me?
Would you swear that your love is always true?
Would you say that you’ll always be the one,
to take my breath away?

Would you be there to save my soul tonight,
Would you swear that your love is always true,
Would you say that you always be there,
To kiss my pain away,

Would you be there to love, to be with me?
Would you swear that your love is always true?
Would you say that you’ll always be the one,
to take my breath away?

Would you be there to save my soul tonight,
Would you swear that your love is always true,
Would you say that you always be there,
To kiss my pain away,

Would you be there ….. for me …

**(Lyrics may not be 100% correct)

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Great Malaysian Wildebeests

Read this in The Star newspaper this morning, couldn’t agree more. Credits goes to Zurinah Ismail, the writer of this article. (Extra photos are for illustration purpose only)


Malaysia is home to a strange species of mammals that embarks on a highly-hazardous ritual each time the festive season draws near. 

THE Malaysian peninsula’s ecosystem is perhaps the last of the ecosystems in which “wild beasts” still thrive. These are often described as “those blundering and voracious little mammals that strategise little but brim with dense joy and determination”, such that their thrusts over the plains at specific times of the year are watched with endless amazement, worry and disbelief. 

Nowhere else in the world do migrations of such madness occur except in the valleys and plains that carpet the country. And no place on earth have been witness to movements of beasts in such deranged droves and such manic unison that onlookers are left gaping in awe.


The great Malaysian wildebeests in action. They may seem orderly but once they hit a clear patch of road, all hell breaks loose.

These migrations begin in the weeks before the onset of the Great Feasts. They can involve about several million beasts of three or more species at any one time. These species speed and stampede along the same worn paths each year. By instinct they bolt in packs, each made up of two adults and three or four young ones, and it is in this formation that they start off in unison, and with one insane mind.  

Peculiar only to this region, a big number are victims of their own folly, for they are their own predators and victim, all in one. The spectacle of this suicidal phenomenon can only be understood when one sees it in person and only then can one comprehend why it’s the Seventh Blunder of the Modern World. 

This manic migration is dramatic. It takes place in the various states of Malaysia and is the greatest, brainless show on earth. Among the open plains of the West and the East coasts, the North and South, and all the crevices in between, these foolhardy Mammalaysians get into gear and stampede blindly at full speed in almost all directions as they head for the backwaters of Everywhere. 

With a show of camaraderie, some will band at certain stops to embark on the journey in groups of 20 or 30, and spend hours huddled in a tight pack. If they are lucky, they will arrive at their destination intact and then disperse into smaller flocks. Those unfortunate enough to have totally incompetent leaders, who lead them like blinded and lobotomised freaks, may never see the light of day again. 


The precise timing of the migrations changes annually, according to the waxing and waning of the moon. While on the trip to the backwaters of Everywhere, they often let out wild hoots of “balik kampung!” And with each hoot, they grow increasingly manic and out of control. So driven are they that it is not uncommon to see many of them entangled and devoured by their own kind.  

Before the onset of each migration, wildlife patrols often attempt to regulate their movements with warnings about dangerous patches along the way. But these warnings always fall on deaf ears. Instead, the beasts prefer to expose themselves to danger and throw caution to the wind in romantic and problematic waves.  

The migrations come to a pause when they arrive at their “greener pastures” and are thrown into the bosoms of old smiling mothers, aunts, grandmothers, sisters, and all things familiar. Once settled, these beasts reveal their penchant for explosive fire-play, which lights up the night sky with its incendiary explosions, while they grin and jump around. Often, many of these creatures end up paying for the short-lived joy with limb or life. Yet another moronic undertaking indeed! 

The movement back is just as dramatic, albeit charged with less enthusiasm as the climax of the great migrations is over. From then on, the journeys take on a downhill dip, but with no less number of devouring and carnage. This seemingly intensive attempt at annihilation of their own species culminates during the seasonal migrations, when they turn into feverish, sub-normal Mammalaysian wildebeests. 

The casualties each year are high, but that does nothing to discourage a repeat performance the following year, with a similar number of casualties, in almost the exact spots, for the same witless reasons. And thus we witness, in awful disbelief, the migrations of these two legged, hell-bent and driven Malaysian wildebeests. 


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I got this video link from a fellow blogger (Charmayne) in Kennysia‘s chatbox. I have provided the lyrics for easier singing to the tune, the video in itself also has karaoke lyrics.

My loony bun is fine Benny Lava!
Minor bun engine made Benny Lava!
Anybody need this sign? Benny Lava!
You need a bun to bite Benny Lava!

Have you been high today?
I see the nuns are gay!
My brother yelled to me…
I love you inside Ed!

My loony bun is fine Benny Lava!
Minor bun engine made Benny Lava!
I told a high school girl…
I love you inside me!

I’d love to see you pee on us tonight!
You feel me up with doom.
Quit looking up at me!
You got a minute girl?

The puppy had a fee!
Don’t think I do love her
We’re looking in a pill!
All of them like the bun!

Now poop on them Oliver!
You know the hole to put it!
Your pundit got armor!

Who put the goat in there?
The yellow goat I ate!
(I like to swim in it)
(I like to swim in his)

A nerd to punk a nerd.
I’m bleeding Fucking A!
That stuff is pink colored!
Some day I sell DNA!

This boar ain’t very cool.
You need a Hindi yew!
Got into Seattle.
I’ll lay a friend of yours!

I fought a barber man!
We know what’s in butter rum!
A jet pack… operation…
Send him the crazy Hindu!

Whatever! My Sadist!
All baked and cooked alive!
I lick you… Belinda…
The ninja made a movement.

Tell Donna… No collar…
I’ll do what body loves!
I put papaya there.
You love me inside there!

Have you been high today?
I love you inside me!

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Mid Autumn Festival

The Mid Autumn Festival also known as the Moon Festival is a popular East Asian celebration of abundance and togetherness, dating back 3,000 years to China’s Zhou Dynasty. In Malaysia and Singapore, it is also sometimes referred to as the Lantern Festival or “Mooncake Festival”, which is just the same as “Mid-Autumn Festival” but with different names.

The Mid-Autumn Festival falls on the 15th day of the 8th lunar month of the Chinese calendar (usually around mid- or late-September in the Gregorian calendar), a date that parallels the Autumn Equinox of the solar calendar. This is the ideal time, when the moon is at its fullest and brightest, to celebrate the abundance of the summer’s harvest.

I celebrated this festival at my girlfriend’s house with a few of her family members and friends. You can see the different kinds of paper lanterns waiting to be lit.


My girlfriend’s brother sorting the lanterns, some of it are already too old and missing the wicks.


Her younger sister and brother’s girlfriend also came to assist or rather just to ‘kepo-kepo’ around.


While they were busy setting up the lanterns, a few of them were arranging the tables in preparation for the guests that would be coming later.


The following are the food that were specially ordered and cooked for the festival. First we have the fried meehoon.


Then we have the mini popiahs …


Satay or sate (bought from Glutton Square) …


Ling Kok or Horned Water Chestnut …


Or Kia or Mini Yams …


Hay Chee or Prawn Fritters …


Otak-Otak (bought from Glutton Square) …


Vegetable Curry …


Chicken Curry …


some fruits as dessert …


and last but not least, not forgetting the main food, MOONCAKES!! (I personally like the pig shaped mooncake).


After the lanterns were lit, they hung them around the fence to brighten the evening and to create the festival air to it.


And when we got bored of eating, chatting and lighting lanterns, we decided to relive the lantern walk that we used to do during our childhood days. You can imagine the support as well as the curious stares we got when we ‘patrolled’ the whole of Batu Pahat Garden while carrying lanterns.


The slow but steady walk along the streets.


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