Archive for September, 2011

Something I wrote… (2009)

Posted: September 15, 2011 in Uncategorized


a many deep wound has one obliged
still never a soul is lost
in weary night you wept and cried
life itself is not without cost

understand this or should you lied
change itself must never be forced
for if one did and gallantly died
still that effort is just a lost cause

– encikkendi
2009, March 8




Live life and love it!

Posted: September 9, 2011 in Uncategorized

in the countryside, where time flow breezily and lives are easy.

Boboi: mommy…

Mommy: yes honey?

Boboi: is he my dad?

Mommy: huh!? why do you ask such a question?

Boboi: coz I saw him touching your boobies every morning…

DUSSSHHH!! a left kick hits Boboi on the forehead.


Boboi: ……

Mommy: now get out there and start grazing your lunch!!




why…? oh why!?

Posted: September 9, 2011 in Uncategorized

It is better late than never!

ever heard this expression. yeah I know you do.

slower is safer, fast means danger.

but hey! do not try to be safe on the right lane nor in the middle lane, please be safe on the left lane…



Help. a modest word with virtuous meaning.

yeah I know that you’re a helpful person


being the 20th helpful person trying to stop at an accident on the expressway does not help anyone at all.

please move on and go be helpful elsewhere please… pretty, pretty puhleaseeeee…


3 litre V6 cars sure are powerful. one step on the pedal wooooosh you less than a blink of an eye

but… but… WHY…? WHY…? why does it takes you 8 minutes to exit a junction…?

WHUUUUIIIIIIYYYYY!!!! (its a cruel world).    T_T


whuuuiiiiyyyyyy….. sob… sob… sob…















Malaysia: Post 2020

Posted: September 7, 2011 in Uncategorized

small boy: can I have a pack of cigarettes please

old man: yes, but you need RM 250 to pay for it

small boy: umm!! isn’t it only RM 28 per pack?

old man: yes it is now but i’m not gonna sell it to you now, I’ll sell it to you once you’re 18.


horse: wheee… (my back is killing me)

goat: mbeeehkk… (mine too)

Pojey: dude! why are you riding that goat?

Salim: Nah… horses are just too hard to find these days

Pojey: huh?

Salim: well, since the fuel price goes up to RM 88 per liter, all the datuks and datins are swiching to horses nowadays.

horse/goat: whheeeeheee/mbeehhkhekk… (demmmm…)


Ijoi: Tok, this ring was suppose to bring me good fortune…

Old Man: oh! that legendary RM 74 million ring? … it’s actually cursed

Ijoi: cursed?

Old Man: yeah, cursed by 66 million Malaysian… gimme your hand, let me pull you out of the gutter.


Cashier: That would be  80 cents maam.

Lady R: wow! that’s really cheap for a cuppa tea 🙂

Cashier: umm… the drink is complimentary maam, you are only paying for the sugar.


daughter: mommy… why are you giving this smelly wet thing for my birthday

mother: oh honey… it’s because I love you so much, that’s rubber scrap, it worth more than gold you know




Budu oh Budu….

Posted: September 6, 2011 in Uncategorized

Be alarmed, this post will… i repeat, WILL… make you hungry!

Me, being a true Malaysian inherits the insatiable hunger for all the unique taste that makes us Malaysian.

My tongue first touches the taste of budu ( yeah, be amazed, wikipedia got info on it :P) in 1999, during varsity days.

Nowadays its easily found in the supermarket, especially Ketereh’s brand, which has now popularized budu to the non believers. believe me when I say that budu has now breached the London market (google it out, i’m not making this up). yeah people… be amazed, be… very amazed.

I am blessed with a rather good taste buds (I am able to tell bits and pieces of the kind of ingredients or spices used in a certain cuisine). I am a bit choosy on what I eat and I despise food stalls or restaurants selling poorly prepared food, either in taste or presentation.

believe me when I say that I have a list of blacklisted tom yam stalls or restaurant. (note: this statement is to strengthen my opinion on what to eat !^_^)

well, enough rambling, lets get back to budu. but… before that, do take some time to enjoy the photo below. hmmm….

sambal budu

With the new age budu packaging shown below, I believe that I would truly be able to turn all you non believers out there 😛 .

I’ve always bought the small pack for 50  cents each (umm.. not really sure about the price of the big one though), each small pack is sufficient for a single serving. enough for me and me missus.. hmmmm… haaaaa…

well, here’s some info fou you guys… Iam truly blessed to have met my wife, If budu are famous in Kelantan, rusip is famous among Sarawakian, my apologies but there are no info on rusip in wikipedia yet but if you googled up the word rusip, you’ll find many Indonesian pages talking about it.

It happens out that the same rusip that i’ve tasted in Sarawak are famous along the Indonesian Palembang’s region too… hmm… yay! new knowledge!

basically, budu and rusip are the same thing, fermented salted anchovies, what differentiates it are… umm… I believe is the aging period (no real knowledge on this, purely logical assumptions). rusip still hold the anchovies shape whilst budu are already in liquid form but if you are budu or belacan or tempoyak or cincalok goers, trust me, you’ll love rusip.

the best way to eat it? …as easy as 1,2,3.

1. hot rice

2.sambal rusip (rusip + chili + lime)

3. pedada fruit (ulam)

that’s it! that will do… trust me!

I first taste it this way and fell in love…ummm… the rice too makes it better, i’m not really sure what rice it is but its abundance in Sarawak (rice grown on dry land).

maybe, as budu has been… rusip too will be properly comerciallised one day. I’m not sure how many among us hope for this but I know I do.