Got Nothing To Worry & I'm Worried !

I woke up from sleep the other morning with a complete empty & blank mind, which somehow or rather confused me. Here's the thing....everybody worries on one level or another. Being a working mother & a single parent at the same time, I have more things cluttering my mind every now & then. It could be just an unwashed laundry or unpaid bills but there's always something up there to occupy my mind.

So when I woke up that morning with nothing to worry about, it worries me. Hah ! How ungrateful I am, isnt it? For a few seconds I sat on my bed thinking very hard, what should I be worried about for that day. There must be something, I thought......how can it not be a single thing in my head right now? Am I having an insomnia here or God had suddenly decided to be kind to me.....

I am not saying I'm a worry wart here. Though I worried that much, I am still in full control of it. Much of the time I worry because of the little control I had over a possible outcome. Worrying that my preferred outcome wouldnt come about.

But then, funny enough I could actually worrying over nothing. Have you ever experience this where you'll be having this unpleasant feeling in you & your heart will be thumping a 'lil bit faster than normal but you dont even know what the shit you are worrying about? Boy, I hate it when that happen !

Anyway, worry no more. By end of the day, I have at least 3 things to worry about.

At least I know I am still normal !

My Downloading Addiction

It all started a couple of years ago when I was first introduced to Lime Wire. At that time, I only knew how to download songs and it'll only be 3 to 4 songs a week. Then , came a better and superior software called Ares who could do more than just downloading songs. I was thrilled for now I could download more stuff from the net.

After some time using Ares I got bored. I just cant tolerate the slowness of it. 1 movie took a few days to be completed and that's if I'm lucky. Otherwise, I would have to wait for weeks to finish one miserable movie.

I then got lucky as I discovered Torrent. Torrent is simply magic. It's fast & furious just like my hero, Van Diesel (except for that sexy voice of his, of course). With Torrent, not only songs & movies, software and documents are also downloadable. Now that's what we called awesome !!!

With the existence of Torrents, all hell breaks loose. I started with 1 - 2 movies in a week. Then the numbers increase rapidly to 3 - 4 movies a week. Now that I'm using Wi-fi, it gets much better where 7 - 10 movies a day is like a flick of a finger. Kacang putih !

New movies will take some time before they are available in the DvDrip version. In between waiting & downloading all these new movies, I'll browse from the net for the list of the top movies all the way from the 70s up till the 90s. Since I've been downloading for a few years already, the number of movies to download are getting lesser. I used to check the movie's rating before downloading it where I only go for the good rating ones only. Now that the choices have becoming limited, I dont bother checking already. Well, beggars cant be choosers, isnt it?

To date, I have at least 500 movies in my collection. I have two external HDD to store my collections of which one is already full and the other is three quarter full ~ sigh~ But that wont stop me from downloading....no I wont... I'd buy the 3rd HDD if I have to !

All those movies I've downloaded,I dont even know when I'm gonna watch it....no, no...let me rephrase that. I dont even know whether I'm gonna watch it. I am never a fan of a TV, let alone spending 1 - 2 hours in front of it watching movies. Honestly, I dont really have the intention to watch them all.

Last month I bought an Ipad and it seems that my addiction has gone up to another level. From the day I bought my Ipad, I have already download more than 50 apps in my Ipad. Like the movies, I dont actually used those apps I've downloaded.

The thing is, I just love to download. People might call me a chronic downloader but the name doesnt matter me at all coz I am that. I must admit that downloading makes me feel good......no, it makes me feel really good. It's like a stream of happiness that flows into my system that makes my eyes sparkled and my heart bloomed.

I supposed I could have a problem, but I dont think it is so wrong. I mean, the facilities are there to be utilised, dont just look at it.....used it ! I dont think I would be true to myself if I didnt download ....oh sweet downloading. I crave downloading, I need to do it, and if I dont get to do it, I will......okay, you got me ! I do have a problem. What's that? I forgot to say what? Owh, right.... Hi, my name is Intan and I am a chronic downloader ( This is the part where you say, "Hi Intan...." - all in a monotone voice ).

I know I am not the only one who is suffering from this addiction. And I also know that there will come a time where I'll be running out of movies to download. But before that day arrives, let me savour every seconds of it.

Nasi Vanggey a.k.a. Nasi Ganja

I did sumthing crazy yesterday ( tell me sumthing new! ). It's the same craziness I did a couple of years ago when I actually went al the way to Taiping just for for a bowl of mee udang. There's no compromise when it comes to good food - at least that's how I felt.

Anyway, you only live once and the time spared is very limited. So, live your life to the fullest. Do things you've always wanted to do. Follow your heart though all the people around you say you're crazy. It's better to look back at your past and say, " I can't believe I did that......" rather than "I wish I did that......"

I am lucky I have enuff of crazy people around me who are always willing to jump into the same ship with me to do some crazy stuff together......well, birds of the same feathers, they flock together-gether, isn't it? So, yesterday a few crazy birds from KL apparently flew to Ipoh for some good stuff for the tummy.



I've heard and read about Nasi Vanggey a.k.a. Nasi Ganja before and I'm sure most of you, readers have heard of it as well. Vanggey in Tamil means "come here" which denotes the situation of the restaurant where people keep on coming back for their food. It's like they are addicted to it the same way people are addicted to cannabis and that's how the name Nasi Ganja came from.

I've made an attempt to come here few years ago but to no avail since it was already closed when we got there. This time around however, I am not letting the same thing happen - no banana tree should bear it's fruits for the second time .....hehehe.



It all started when my fren, Mantong posted in status in FB about his craving for Nasi Ganja. The moment I saw his status, I jumped to the opportunity and offered myself to join him for a plate of Nasi Ganja. We then set the time, date and asked another fren of ours to tag along.

Marsya hogging the Ipad

So last Saturday, the four of us ( including my dearest Marsya ) heads to Ipoh to experience the tastiness of the infamous dish ourselves. We got there by lunch time and was greeted by restaurant that was already 3/4 full with patrons. A big Nasi Vanggey signboard was displayed at the entrance of the restaurant which gave me an assurance that it is indeed the correct place.

Free wi-fi lagi !

The restaurant was big with an open concept where it doesnt have walls but only ceiling on top. It is a self service restaurant where customers have to queue up to buy the food. Since we arrived at lunch time, the queue was quite long - at least 7 - 10 feet long. As Mantong been there before, we gave him the full authority to choose the dishes. We ended up with plain rice with fried hot n spicy chicken and beef cooked in hot n thick gravy.




The verdict. : between the chicken and beef, I'd choose the chicken though beef has always been my favourite as compared to chicken. Reason being, the chicken is hot in taste while the beef is a bit sweet for me. I've tried other Indian food before but this particular ones is a bit different from the rest. Theirs are more spicier and hotter which I guess was their uniqueness that brought people back to their restaurant.

Mantong's THE man !!

All in all, I liked and enjoyed their food but to drive all the way to Ipoh just for a plate of it, that is something I would really consider. But then, as how Mantong puts it : "it's not the destination but the journey that matters" which is very, very true since all four of us had a hell of a great time along the journey.

We talked, we laughed (so hard that it hurts our stomach), we teased, cursed each other and not forgetting dreaming about spending our old age together in Temerloh which was the highlight for the day.

To Mantong and Jamie, thanks a lot for sharing your precious Saturday with me and my daughter. That was one great and wonderful experience I'd cherish for the rest if my life.

My Dream Home

I am very free in the office this week since I've been such a dedicated employee last week that I've completed all my work efficiently ( langsi maut !!! ).

On Monday, I spent the whole day doing nothing but facebooking, tweeting & browsing (for recipes of course). Yesterday however, I got tired wandering in the virtual world that I decided to watch movies to kill my excessive time.

Since I dont have the whole collection with me in the office, I have to make do with whatever I have in my lappie, which is not that much of a choice - Kongsi, Scream 4 & Cun - what a collection ! Kongsi is a definite no-no - am not a big fan of Shaheizy Sam. Scream 4? For any movie with sequels, I have this rule where I'm not gonna watch the latest sequel till I'm done watching all the previous ones. So, that leaves me with nothing else but Cun ~sigh~ Well at least Remy Ishak is there for me to drool over....hehehe ( oopppsss...lupa - posa ! )



Anyway, today I am not going to write a review on this movie, Cun coz honestly there's nothing really great about this movie except for those muscular arms & bod of Mr. Yummy Remy. What really excites me about the movie was the location where the movie was filmed. The movie Cun was filmed in the middle of a padi field in Kedah with an amazingly beautiful view.


I am a city girl - born & breed in the city and unfortunately, still breathing the city air till this second. My so-called "kampung" in Kuantan is nothing like a kampung at all. It's a housing area with a tarred road everywhere & the only greens you can find are from the potted plants people put in front of their house for decorations. That is my "kampung" !

As a norm, people would always yearn for something they cant or dont have. The same thing applies to me. Watching the movie gives me a terrible heartache. Living in a village like Kg. Mata Ayer (the location set for the movie Cun) has forever been one of my dreams.



A small un-gated wooden house with windows as tall as me so that I could stand in front of it to inhale fresh clean air every morning , a "pangkin" in front of the house for me to rest & relax in the evening with a cup of coffee & a plate of kuih, a small stream flowing behind the house for my grandchildren to play whenever they come to visit me, a serene & quiet place where the only sound I could hear would be the sounds from the birds chirping & the sounds of the water flowing. But a house in the middle of a padi field would be a bonus !




Doesnt sounds realistic, isnt it? Been dreaming too high, I supposed. But the truth is, that is exactly how my ultimate dream home looks like. Ideally it would be that but honestly, as long as I could stay in a kampung, I'm more than happier.

So, if any of you people out there knows any single kampung guy who has a house which looks more or less like my dream house as described above, do me a favour by introducing him to me, ok ! As a gesture of my gratitude, you'll get a whole year supply of my signature dish, Fusion Olio. How about that ?

Hari Raya Cookies Marathon

I have actually kept aside all my cookie's mould, rolling pins, baking tray etc for the past 3 years when I decided to take a long leave from the baking (Hari Raya cookies) world. Baking cookies for me, are nothing close to baking cakes.

Baking cakes are much, much easier. All you need to do is to measure the ingredients, mix them in the mixer, then dump the mixture in a mould & finally, to the oven it goes. But cookies? They are just too much hassles to it. There are more than just measure-mix-bake......you need to roll, mould, decorate & of course more waiting time as you need to bake not only one tray but a few (unless you have a really huge oven) - especially a good daughter like me who would bake extra cookies for her mum too !

How I'd wish I could retire from this "business" for good - if only my sister (who'll be 28 next year!) could take over this long over-due duty from me. But then from the look of it, things are just not happening the way I'm hoping it would ~ big sigh ~

Anyway this year, after much persuasion from my mum & Marsya especially, I, not only reluctantly but halfheartedly agreeing to it. How can a mother says no to her child & a daughter says no to her mum? What choice do I have?

Speaking of cookies, I have a confession. I may be good in cooking dishes - locals, internationals or even fusions but when it comes to cookies, I am a failure. As much as I wanted to blame the recipes (or maybe it's the new oven), I honestly knew that I have to chew the fact that I'm just not good at it. Out of 10 biscuits that I bakes, only 1 or 2 will turn out well. The rest are all sucks :-(

Last weekend, I managed to bake 5 types of cookies : Chocolate Crescent, Cornflakes Crunchy, Black Beauty Oreo, Almond Slice & Twist Tart Cookies. Well, at least their names are fancy coz the taste are unfortunately not that fancy after all.....huhuhu.




Out of these 5 biscuits, only the 2 of them are okay, which is the Cornflakes Crunchy & Almond Slice. The rest are simply pathetic :

a) Chocolate Crescent becomes Chocolate Cresburnt since this silly me waited too long before pulling put the tray from the oven. I was actually waiting for the bottom part of the biscuits to turn brown - but then how brown biscuit be any browner? They can turn black though ! Tsk...tsk.....

b) Black Beauty Oreo - This one is placed in a paper cups which means I cant actually check the bottom part of teh biscuit. So, similar to Chocolate Cresburnt, Black Beauty Oreo becomes Black Bottom Oreo !

c) Twist Tart Cookies - I blame it on the strawberry jam - they are just too sweet. Should have opted for the more pricey ones coz all you can taste is the sweetness & not the strawberry !

My cookie jars posing in-front of my new oven

Anyway with 3 failures behind my back, I am still determine to make at least another 2 or 3 more biscuits this coming weekend.

Wish me luck ( Only God knows how much I need it ! ) !!

Common Sense Isn't So Common After All

I don’t know everything, but I do know what common sense is. I don’t always use it, but I know what it is. Unfortunately, I feel that I am in the minority when it comes to actually knowing what common sense is.

I noticed that our society these days are lacking of this one important quality in them. They can be professionals, politicians or corporates but that doesnt mean they have common sense built in them. Knowledge and common sense are two different things, each with their own purposes or uses. It is perfectly possible for a person to have all of the knowledge in the world, yet still unable to put it to any good use because of the absence of common sense.

A lot of times the above theory has proven right to me. Yesterday for instance, I was in the lift, three quarter filled with people. Then it stopped at one floor where a gentleman, properly dressed looking like a professional, standing & waiting to step in. And this gentleman by the way, was carrying a backpack on his back.

Here comes the moment where common sense should takes place. Common sense is the thinking process human goes through before he or she does something. For example, let's say a small child is filling a glass with milk. When she sees the milk rise to the top of the glass, she stops filling and puts the milk away. Now, no one ever "taught" her that the milk would overflow if she kept pouring, but she instead used her common sense to figure out that if the container was already full then it wouldn't be able to hold any more. See, you don't need knowledge to display common sense.

Now back to that gentleman & the lift story. Seeing that the lift was already three quarter full, he still stepped in. Okay, there's really nothing wrong with that coz there's still enough space for him. But then, with a wee bit of common sense, he would have taken off his backpack before he stepped in rather than squashing other people standing around him while he make an effort to fit himself in the crowd.

He had a choice to just be "the man in the lift" but chose not to & end up with all sort of cursed names for himself. His lack of common sense has created such an unpleasant & tense ambiance in that small, confined space - especially those squashed victims around him (which includes yours truly). A ride (in the lift) that is supposed to be pleasant (considering it's a ride "home") has turned out to be the ride of repulsion it seems.

As how Robert Green Ingersoll quotes, "It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense".

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Did You ?

3 years 9 months and 9 days
That's how long you took
( though it feels much longer than that)
to finally acknowledge
my existence......

And I Wonder Why.......

By law, I am a Malay, by ancestry I am a mixed Chinese-Malay but in the heart I belongs to a human race. Today I am going to bitch about my own people. I know this is gonna be a very controversial issue (and I'm putting my life at stake here) but I really need to express how I feels.

I dont understand Malays....not all but some of them. The more I tried, the more I'm at lost. And having a s0-called Malay leader like Ibrahim Ali makes it even worse. Now dont make me start on Big Momma Rosmah & her blue diamond story!

Malays are actually one of a kind. You can never find any other races as unique as the Malays. Lazy, laid back& spoon-fed are often relate to the Malays. Drug addicts, incest, mat rempits, snatch thieves, bribery etc are in majority being monopolized by the Malays.

Rather than developing themselves ( spiritually & economically), they are more interested in joining reality shows....and can actually weep when they got voted out. I wonder if they would act the same when they didnt get good results for their exams.......nahhh, dont think so !

Few days ago, the singer, Yuna tweeted about an individual who questioned her for not speaking in Bahasa Melayu. This is the thing with the Malay's mentality. They'll say that you are showing off when you starts speaking in English. Poyo lah.....mata dah biru lah....mat saleh celup lah.... all sort of things will be thrown to you - just because you choose to be smarter than them.

What is so wrong for her to communicate using the international language? It's not like she's converting, for God's sake ! Malays' mentality is something you can never change. You'd better go & try to straighten up the Pisa Tower than trying to change their mentality towards the English language. All they can see is negativity. Bahasa penjajah la konon.....

Dont you think it's good to master both languages? Speaking in English doesnt mean you are forgetting your roots. If you cant speak the language, just sit quietly at one corner & shut up - dont go & condemn other people who are good at it & feels that you have contributed something to the nation when all you did is showing people how stupid you really are.

Ironically, these are the same people who have been spoiling Bahasa Melayu. I am so sick of reading the "new age" of Bahasa Melayu - in forums especially. "Itu" becomes "itew"...... "begitu" becomes "begitew".... "korang" becomes "korunk" ! What the heck are all those? Konon2 macam cool la kan? Fefeeling smart gitu ! And all I'm seeing is plain stupidity. Duhhhhhh !!!!

Another thing I hate most about Malays are their entrepreneurs & I dont mean those big tycoons who owns multi-million dollars of business. What I'm referring here are those who own small business facilities like food stalls, restaurants, grocery shops etc. In terms of customer service, Chinese are the best. And it's no surprise they contributed the most to Malaysia's economy. I'm sure you've encountered this before where you have to wait for more than 15 mins just to order your food. And when the waiter came, the way they treated you as if you owe them money it seems. No greetings, no smile, no nothing. Let alone to apologize for being late. Kirim salam la !

Superstitious is another Malay's favourite. I dont mind if believing in it will make them work harder or make them smarter. But what happen is the other way round. The Malays are forever attracted to something that could make them rich in an easy way. They couldnt understand the fact that there's no short cut to success.

I have an unfortunate experience with somebody who believes that money could just drop from the sky - literally "drop from the sky", ok. Rather than earning money to support his family, he would be very busy looking for old coins, ancient trays, antique keris which can be used to pull money out from the sky. He'll go to all corners of the country looking for all these stuff. Imagine how productive it was if that much of effort & energy are being put into a proper work. Such a sad truth, isnt it?

Skim Cepat Kaya. Do you ever noticed that Malays just love this kind of investment? And do you know why ? Easy...let me tell you. Simply because they are lazy - doesnt wanna work hard for money. So, when one smart ass offers them the express way to be rich, they'll just grab it. Dump all their money & sit while waiting to be millionaires. Hahaha....typical Malays !

By now half of the readers of this entry, the Malays in particular are already plotting my murder. Ok, I am not saying all Malays are useless but these minorities speaks volume......they are like mega open vessels. There are some good ones & had succeeded in life like the late Tan Sri SM Nasimuddin Amin (founder of NAZA), Tan Sri Syed Mokhtar al-Bukhary (founder of Albukhary Foundation), Tan Sri Dato’ Azman Hashim (Chairman of AmBank) to name a few but the number could be more if only we could change our attitude, mentality & thinking to the better.

Any Malays who read this might be thinking what kind of a Malay who would condemn her own people? Now before you start hurling accusations at me, the above are merely from an intellectual and academic point of view. if you could open up your mind for just a bit, you would realize that there's some truth, if not all, that lies in every sentence I wrote up there.

But if you fail to see it, it's just too bad then & for that, I am really sorry........

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