spaghetti at Pete's. it wasn't that great, or that cheap, but i miss it anyway.
Adeline's mum's nasi lemak at Brighton. RM3 a plate, and somehow, so nice.
RM1.70 kway teow down the road from Brighton.
(i still owe that guy money ><)
Sugarbun.
random oily stuff on skewers at the canteen, with chilli sauce.
...and the 5c tissue.
100+.
never having two straight down again. ever.
penang kway teow from the gypsy kway teow guy. it's THE BEST. when you could find him, that is.
2020 cafe. everything.
Belle's after lunch, mainly for the air-cond, but also so that we could go play with the pens and just touch stuff that didn't belong to us.
claypot noodles at... that place behind parkson.
the laksa at the shop with the super expensive and super ugly fish.
and ohmygoodness... the bak kut teh place.
so good, dammit.
feels like it's all about food, but there's lots more to it than just that.
believe me.
Showing posts with label home grown. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 02, 2008
Saturday, June 16, 2007
how i spent the better part of an hour
my english homework this weekend is to devise a representation of what it means to be Australian. trying to concoct a coherent anything has been something of a challenge.
i just don't have enough of an affinity with the country to be able to spit out something that could accurately represent the meaning of being aussie. it's quite sad. i tried, i really did. but i ended up with something that...... well, it's the only way i know how to express it, but i don't think it's quite what my teacher is looking for.
What It Means To Be Australian
I am not an Australian; neither by birth, nor by nationality.
I am a Malaysian, born and raised for most of my life in Sarawak - the largest and most culturally diverse state in the whole of Malaysia.
We are 124 thousand square kilometres of tree, river and carnivorous plants which don't stop at the insects, but have been known to treat themselves to the occasional small mammal.
We have vast, untouched rainforests, a cave that can house ten jumbo jets, nose-to-tail, and the world's largest flower, which actually smells like rotting flesh [but this is a fact never advertised in the glossy tourist brochures].
We share our land with 28 ethnic groups - each with their own language, culture, and cuisine - living in harmony in a country that is defined not by our Gross Domestic Product, but by the people who make it what it is.
Sarawak is known as the land of the hornbills, though the only hornbills i have ever seen are the ones made of wood, which serve to distract drivers as they navigate the roundabout in the old part of town. Even so, we are proud to have that name, despite the fact that one in three children do not even know what a hornbill is.
The people of Sarawak love their food. Food is our reason for existing; it's the reason we get up every morning. The local food is fast, cheap, sensational for your tastebuds and damning to your cholesterol.
In terms of development, we are probably not the first. The opening of a Starbucks in one of our humble cities was the most exciting to happen for a while. There are people from other parts of the country who think we still live in trees, and we tell them that we even have elevators to get up there.
Sarawakians love Sarawak, but we are not so stupid that we cannot see its faults. We will complain about the litter while chucking an empty packet of chips out the car window. We will curse the heat one day and glower at the rain the next. But we will defend this place fiercely, and shamelessly proclaim it to be the best in the world.
Because we are proud of our place of birth; we have a loyalty that is so deeply rooted that we don't care how stupid we look when we say it will be the next Big Apple. Most of us move away, but we will go back to visit year after year after year because it has something that no other place does.
It's home.
And that is what i think it means to be Australian.
i just don't have enough of an affinity with the country to be able to spit out something that could accurately represent the meaning of being aussie. it's quite sad. i tried, i really did. but i ended up with something that...... well, it's the only way i know how to express it, but i don't think it's quite what my teacher is looking for.
What It Means To Be Australian
I am not an Australian; neither by birth, nor by nationality.
I am a Malaysian, born and raised for most of my life in Sarawak - the largest and most culturally diverse state in the whole of Malaysia.
We are 124 thousand square kilometres of tree, river and carnivorous plants which don't stop at the insects, but have been known to treat themselves to the occasional small mammal.
We have vast, untouched rainforests, a cave that can house ten jumbo jets, nose-to-tail, and the world's largest flower, which actually smells like rotting flesh [but this is a fact never advertised in the glossy tourist brochures].
We share our land with 28 ethnic groups - each with their own language, culture, and cuisine - living in harmony in a country that is defined not by our Gross Domestic Product, but by the people who make it what it is.
Sarawak is known as the land of the hornbills, though the only hornbills i have ever seen are the ones made of wood, which serve to distract drivers as they navigate the roundabout in the old part of town. Even so, we are proud to have that name, despite the fact that one in three children do not even know what a hornbill is.
The people of Sarawak love their food. Food is our reason for existing; it's the reason we get up every morning. The local food is fast, cheap, sensational for your tastebuds and damning to your cholesterol.
In terms of development, we are probably not the first. The opening of a Starbucks in one of our humble cities was the most exciting to happen for a while. There are people from other parts of the country who think we still live in trees, and we tell them that we even have elevators to get up there.
Sarawakians love Sarawak, but we are not so stupid that we cannot see its faults. We will complain about the litter while chucking an empty packet of chips out the car window. We will curse the heat one day and glower at the rain the next. But we will defend this place fiercely, and shamelessly proclaim it to be the best in the world.
Because we are proud of our place of birth; we have a loyalty that is so deeply rooted that we don't care how stupid we look when we say it will be the next Big Apple. Most of us move away, but we will go back to visit year after year after year because it has something that no other place does.
It's home.
And that is what i think it means to be Australian.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
still converting
HALLELUJAH!
i've finished my physics report which has been killing me. all i have to do now is print it out and then draw on some crappy diagrams.
i miss RM1.20 kampua and RM3.00 penang kuey teow.
it's probably RM 1.70 kampua and RM 3.50 penang kuey teow now.
damn inflation.
but it's still a hell lot cheaper than food here in perth. cheapest chicken rice you can get here is $3.80 [about RM11], and that's only one [maybe two] stores IN THE WHOLE OF PERTH. crazy la, sarawak chicken rice is less than RM3.80 la [we're talking coffee shop chicken rice, ok].
we usually opt for $5.50 chicken rice at bullcreek hawkers because it's close, damn nice, and bloody big!! and also because $5.50 for a plate of chicken and rice and soya sauce is considered cheap here. oh, and don't forget the ajinomoto soup!!
i never thought paying RM15 for a chicken rice would make me so happy.
i've finished my physics report which has been killing me. all i have to do now is print it out and then draw on some crappy diagrams.
i miss RM1.20 kampua and RM3.00 penang kuey teow.
it's probably RM 1.70 kampua and RM 3.50 penang kuey teow now.
damn inflation.
but it's still a hell lot cheaper than food here in perth. cheapest chicken rice you can get here is $3.80 [about RM11], and that's only one [maybe two] stores IN THE WHOLE OF PERTH. crazy la, sarawak chicken rice is less than RM3.80 la [we're talking coffee shop chicken rice, ok].
we usually opt for $5.50 chicken rice at bullcreek hawkers because it's close, damn nice, and bloody big!! and also because $5.50 for a plate of chicken and rice and soya sauce is considered cheap here. oh, and don't forget the ajinomoto soup!!
i never thought paying RM15 for a chicken rice would make me so happy.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
ka's and nya's
story recounted by tofu
every malaysian gets drilled into their minds at a tender age the timeless tale of how Parameswara founded Melaka [or malacca, as those people who can't spell malaysian call it].
i remember that i learnt it for the first time in primary 3, i think. second time in kajian tempatan in primary 5. third time in kajian tempatan, primary 6. 4th time again in kajian tempatan, primary 6. 5th time in sejarah, form 1.
yes, malaysia has a proud history, and very uninspired sejarah courses.
for those of you who don't know, the long and short of it is that Malacca was founded by a fugitive named Parameswara who sailed his way to the land of milk and honey [not] and decided to take a rest. there, he witnessed a scene where his two hunting dogs [or such similar creatures] chased a kancil [some sort of deer-like thing] into the water. Parameswara was suitably impressed with the valour and sheer desire for self-preservation demonstrated by the kancil, and he decided to make a settlement there. he called it Malacca for no particular reason.
ok, so we all know Parameswara founded Melaka. big deal. but did you all know he named California as well? really, our very own P-man named that american state that is so famous for... being california.
you didn't know?
well, after that whole kancil incident, Parameswara followed this american guy around the world. they reached a rich and beautiful land [currently known as california], whereby Parameswara, in all his Malaysian-ness, exclaims:
"wah, colourful-nya"
and the rest is history.
every malaysian gets drilled into their minds at a tender age the timeless tale of how Parameswara founded Melaka [or malacca, as those people who can't spell malaysian call it].
i remember that i learnt it for the first time in primary 3, i think. second time in kajian tempatan in primary 5. third time in kajian tempatan, primary 6. 4th time again in kajian tempatan, primary 6. 5th time in sejarah, form 1.
yes, malaysia has a proud history, and very uninspired sejarah courses.
for those of you who don't know, the long and short of it is that Malacca was founded by a fugitive named Parameswara who sailed his way to the land of milk and honey [not] and decided to take a rest. there, he witnessed a scene where his two hunting dogs [or such similar creatures] chased a kancil [some sort of deer-like thing] into the water. Parameswara was suitably impressed with the valour and sheer desire for self-preservation demonstrated by the kancil, and he decided to make a settlement there. he called it Malacca for no particular reason.
ok, so we all know Parameswara founded Melaka. big deal. but did you all know he named California as well? really, our very own P-man named that american state that is so famous for... being california.
you didn't know?
well, after that whole kancil incident, Parameswara followed this american guy around the world. they reached a rich and beautiful land [currently known as california], whereby Parameswara, in all his Malaysian-ness, exclaims:
"wah, colourful-nya"
and the rest is history.
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