The ‘Chillax’ Native

To see the other side of the world only to appreciate my own home more than I thought I would. I am thankful that I manage to see the other side of the world before I reach 25, it wasn’t really something I plan or set a time frame for it, I just had a dream that I know I will try to reach it some time when I grow up. I was 10 years old when I made that promise, and it was 11 years later that I manage to achieve my dream if it wasn’t because of one in a life time opportunity that God finally opened His door to me.

Sometimes, I would travel in my own home town just for the love of travelling itself because I don’t think you need to travel so far away to discover about yourself or the things around you. You can still learn so much and discover a lot about your own country for there were still places in this country I live that I haven’t manage to explore or been to yet.

The good thing about living here is that its a melting pot of different culture and people because it was once the transit point for merchants from both the east and the west while waiting for the monsoon season to pass.

The Malays makes up 50% of the population of Malaysia, the west labelled us Malays as the ‘Lazy’ native. Coming from the mouth of a colonialist you can never trust their word for it contain a self interest where they successfully manage to rule by divide and conquer method by separating the races in Malaysia according to the type of work, making the Malays then the lowest in the pyramid, only few educated Malays had the opportunity to study abroad or in the english school, and even if they get into english school they were still discriminated in such length.

My father was schooled in one of the earliest english school back then, he used to take a train back home to his village up north. He didn’t come from some rich background family, it was thanks to a relative who help him go to the boarding school. And he told me about how his mat saleh (English) teacher who would not bother to teach them anything that they decided to learn by themselves that subject (I can’t remember what subject but it involve calculations, its either math or some science subject that still need some calculations)

So I hear it from the first hand of someone who actually experience the time when the Malay were poor and don’t get much opportunity if not because of the DEB and the things that former Prime Minister of Malaysia , Tun Dr Mahathir did back then despite the critics. Whether you like him or hate him, if there is one thing about Dr. M that many would agree on is his leadership and his visions in bringing Malaysia to a level that no other Prime Minister of Malaysia have manage to take us.

Yes I am a fan of Dr Mahathir, and there is nothing that you can change my mind about him. There may be some of his plans that did not work out well, but most of the decisions he made were right and can only be seen after sometime. He was a long sighted, who look for things that can be fruitful in a long term basis. Things that you will critic him now, but will shut your mouth after seeing the reason why he decided to do that back then when many don’t understand.

Who would have thought we would need another bridge when people oppose of the building of that bridge to be a waste of money? Who would have thought that KLCC would be one of the major tourist site, despite it being said as a waste of money to build not just one but two twin towers? And if it wasn’t because of the PLUS highway, you would still be stuck in a 10-12 hour traffic jam from north to south!  Who would have thought that it is the same Putrajaya that they say is a waste of money is the same Putrajaya that they yearn to take over in the next election?

Well I guess in terms of development, making Malaysia a brand, or known in the international market, it would be thanks to him that Malaysia will either be known as Malaysia or by the Prime Minister name which even when there was an abduction with the Abu Sayyaf people, they would release the Malaysians unharmed because they know the name ’Mahathir’ that they respect most?

And many delegations was sent off,for Peace missions or medical assistance in war countries, that the people from countries like Iraq, Afghanistan & Palestine knows Malaysia too well, some even took refuge in Malaysia either through study, work and many other reasons because of  Malaysia’s help.

Now, from Dr Mahathir’s recollection of memory, Malays then were called as the ‘Lazy Native’, words like ‘Pemalas’ was associated with us Malays. Which is rather ironic, for if you observe the history, many Malays were travellers or ‘perantau’ or ‘pedagang’. It is their nature for a young man, to travel all over the country if not the neighbouring country and start their own life there.

They have the knowledge to travel on boats, set their sail, navigation, and if you see the Malay engineering on their houses, some even makes boats or houses without using nail, but wooden nail, that is sustainability way before the word ‘sustainability’ was even invented.Their house blue print was designed in such way that  there is a natural air ventilation to keep their house cool on the day through their windows and roof and save water through their wells where most home used to have one each and keep some in their tempayan where there is even proverbs about the things around them like “Janganlah kerana mendengar guruh berdentum di langit, air di tempayan dicurahkan” which means don’t do something that have not been confirmed yet.  No guest can enter the kitchen without going through doors and wings of the house without the people inside know it before hand.

Nowadays you can just go straight to the kitchen, you can even see the kitchen from the living room, The Malay Kitchen back then was the furthest place in one’s house, to reach the kitchen is to reach one’s family private area for it is usually layered with the family’s room, so the doors were designed in such position so that the people at the kitchen can get ready to greet the guest in a proper attire for they may not be well dressed and the muslim women especially grab their scarf if there is men coming into the kitchen That’s how knowledgeable the Malays were to think so far ahead that many did not know, I myself only know this when I attended a conference where one of the presenter were studying on the old Malay House engineering

Some of us were farmers,fisherman, and paddy planters, which is the closest you can get to nature and to God for those who works with the nature are the closest to the Creator. I personally respect such work even for those who breeds goats or cows, for its not an easy job to tame animal back when the animals were free to roam and bred without any injection or health supplement but rely solely to natures richness.

And the interesting part is that these hard working people, are actually not a Lazy native, but a ‘chillax’ native, which is the chill & relax people who knows when and how to relax themselves and spend their time with either with friends or family or the whole village.

How? Well, the Malays’s staple food is rice, back then, some even go to work with rice as breakfast, either rice with some dish, or Nasi Lemak, Nasi Goreng or Ubi Kayu and such. They even pack rice as their lunch and probably another plate rice for dinner, only for tea they may have some kuih or fried noodles. Now you see that as if its not healthy but what we don’t realize is that the amount of rice they took, was also burnt sufficiently with the amount of hard work they had to do after they had their meal. They went out to work at the sea, or the paddy field, plough some vegetable or fruits at their dusun or farm.

It is only unhealthy when you don’t burn the cholesterol/fat you take and only stuck with your computer without any ‘exercise’ that the Malays have move to working in the office instead.

We used to live according to the season, dry season means to dry the fish, rainy season means staying at home for a family time bonding, and even in such a windy season, we will go out and play the kites we make last but not least fruit season calls for a fruit feast. And I do remember reading somewhere that even while waiting for monsoon season to be over, the fisherman spend their time to repair the net, and their boat and such.

We know how to have a good time, even if you see people sitting at the coffee shop having their ‘Kopi O’ or ‘Teh Tarik’ , playing some board games and such, that is not lazy, that is how you relax when you deserve it because most of them have already done their work. You only see them at their relax time, you didn’t see them working hard before that.

Of cause this may look like some very rosy picture of the Malays, I do not say that they don’t have their own thorns and all. But look at the bright side, the Malays are not some lazy bum , there are hard working Malays that yearns to change their life to make their family life better but at the same time not push themselves too hard and go easy on themselves.

And its a pity that some of the Malays have forgotten about their own root and could not even be bothered to find their own roots. This is not about being some Malay Supremacy, that is the label people put to diminish the Malays, it is about finding your roots, knowing your heritage, your culture, you own family that have a long history way back to even earlier than the 13th century.

Some, even have somehow either spends too much time living abroad and embracing the culture outside that they see their own culture as something backwards when we already have a culture that is rich with culture and history of its own that have not yet be rediscovered.

Not all the things in the west are good, and not all the things in the east are bad, ‘Busuk- busuk Durian pada Mat Saleh, sedap di mulut orang kita, siap buat tempoyak lagi’ <—- I made that up haha

See, that is one other thing that you don’t realize about the Malays, we never waste food in our cooking, left over fish or chicken from last night will be kept and made into fried rice for the morning. Most of our ingredients to cook contains onions, ginger and garlic which contain very good health benefits.

Onions is a natural antibiotic, ginger helps your stomach work better and brings out the winds in you, and garlic is an antioxidant that strengthens your immune system. Imagine that we have been taking health supplement without even taking any pills for hundreds and centuries ago?

And this is not something that only the Malays do but also other race in Malaysia for we share our recipes and mix around well with our neighbours, we exchange food during Buka Puasa, even outside Ramadhan month, we would remember to give some of the extra we have in our kitchen when we cook for the neighbours regardless who live next door. We used to look out for each other, if one of us goes back to our kampung or village, we will tell our neighbour to help us look out for our house or family when we are not around.

If you go down south, the Malays there would go for Marhaban, where young boysor girls and even the old folks will go around every house and read the Marhaban. When there are funeral, or feast like Aqiqah (feast to celebrate the new born) or Qurban and even weddings, we would go to the family who is celebrating and help out. Once a while, when there is wedding, the whole village will come down and help out for the wedding preparation before we then turn to caterings and most of our neighbour no longer working in kampungs but outside that somehow make the community culture of the neighbourhood somewhat lost.

RELA of the kampung used to consist of villagers, who takes turn to guard their own kampung, now we pay foreigners that we don’t know to guard our ‘kampung’ or apartment and such. So how do we expect to be able to trust each other when we put so much trust to the outsiders?

Trusting our children to the amah, bibik to take care of our children. Well, I know its hard to not take maid in our home, that too also indicate that the Malays can afford to pay for maids now that things have changed. We work so hard that we could afford to pay a maid or even more than one maid to take care of the house and do the house chores.

So who says we are lazy must be spending so much time looking at others and not their own life. As for the Malays, don’t take things for granted despite your own privilege, and don’t depend everything on the government benefits for you were once an independent, a brave traveller, and hard working nation.

Recommended book: The Mythy Of Lazy Nation, Syed Hussein AL Alattas

Review: (x)

Note: The Malacca empire is not just the Malacca in the modern day, that is only where the Sultan of Malacca governs, the empire consist half of Malaysia now and half of the Sumatera back then. Meaning the Malays is not just those in Malaysia but also in Indonesia as well..we are both 🙂


Penang Tour 2012


We started off with a cup of Hazelnut Latte in Cafe 55, near Chulia Street.  (read review here ) then head for a Street Art Hunt from her backpacker’s budget hostel in Muntri Street called Ryokan  which she shared a room of 4 on a double decker bed for RM35/night only (Air conditioned!). You can even choose if you want to share with girls/guys only or mix haha. But I recommend you to share only with your own kind because the guys room was unfortunately messy than you could ever imagine! Else, share with girls if you don’t mind sharing, they even have double bed for a separate price which you can check out via their website. Online bookings are more preferable since its kinda a hot location for backpackers esp on peak season.

Along the way, we got so thirsty so we drop by the home made ice cream shop just at the corner of a temple along the Armenian Street, open from 10am to 6pm, seriously good stuff man, if only the Mint crushed Soda drink was slightly sweeter, it would have been a knock out, but for two thirsty girls, it was already good enough to quench our thirst on a hot sunny day

Left one is my fave flavor, chocolate  and my friend’s Strawberry Sherbert for those who likes something sour. I tried the Gula Melaka flavor way back during the annual Georgetown Festival (every July), seriously recommended for sweet tooth only! For every scoop, it cost you RM6, and RM8 for the Mint crushed soda.

Oh btw, just before you reach Masjid Kapitan Keling (which is one of the oldest mosque built in Penang), at the road on the right side of the mosque if you are facing it, there’s an art gallery opened nearby. We met a friendly Spanish from Barcelona who is a guest cartoonist for 3 month, he is currently taking a four year online degree  in communication which he is doing part time, meaning that it will take him 8 years instead to graduate. Phewhhh ~!!

After that we went on to find a few more murals and found a nice souvenir shop for those who is into something vintage , check out the Living Art History shop, they have two shop if im not mistaken, one in Armenian Street and the other one, I can’t remember where lol

That uncle up there will play you some Japanese instrument, I don’t think he speaks Malay, or even english, but you can read the details on the wall behind him. It was somewhere in between the streets that we drop by the second hand book shop near Chulia Street towards Lebuh Pasar, seriously cheap though you may not find a lot of the big names but I manage to get this vintage copy for only RM3 !!

We pass by the China House which im not sure which street it is haha my friend recommended it for those up for some Jazz, they do serve pretty nice looking western savories & pastries, which I haven’t yet taste it, will do that in another trip hehe

Then, we ended our hunt by dropping by the Laksa Penang & Penang Teo Chew Chendol near Chowrasta where you can buy your stocks of ‘Jeruk’ which Penang were famously known for esp the dried Buah Pala.

Well, obviously we didn’t get the chance to have our Nasi Kandar, I’m not a fan of it anyway haha but perhaps I should try that in a specific Nasi Kandar Hunt? LOL!

Thing is, my friend told me about how she manage to find the roads through the smell of the shops along the road, which I tried to use my sense of smell as I try to find her when I first look for Cafe55.

Seriously, it was true! You can even try to listen to the sound of the shops along the streets, you can hear people knocking on woods, or metal, cooking on a pan, I felt like walking inside a movie with all the sound effects! haha but the best part is, it comes with a very pleasent smell (And bad one’s if you got into the wrong road

What I love about coming to Penang every time I went for a Penang tour, is that you can never find the same thing when you walk, you will always discover new things that you never realized when you pass by it. Just like my friend who have been walking on the same street that I took for those food hunt, but never found the shops that I brought her. Just like I didn’t know there is a nice little coffee shops around the corner, also this Amelie Cafe which I have not yet managed to try the coffee here, unfortunately picture are not allowed inside the cafe, which is too bad because the interior was pretty nice as well (but not halalto eat)

Also this hand made Nyonya Beaded Shop next to it which was quite hidden had I not walk along that lane, I think the best way to find it is to find it around Love Lane because its located somewhere in between the roads

And one of the thing about walking through Penang Streets there is that you can never get lost too far because if you do, just look for the Komtar building where the main bus & taxi station are located.

Funny part is that we have toured almost half of the streets before coming back to the hostel where my friend stays, and the same three mat saleh (‘white’tourists) were still discussing where to head instead of just go out there and explore, all they were complaining about is how expensive it is to go to their destination which I don’t know where but seriously with your currency at least 3 to 4 times higher than us, and the price of Penang food is cheaper than you know if you just google it before or just opt for street food which is where most of the delicious food were made with love, and the Rapid Penang (public) bus available to go almost anywhere in the island, there is no way you can say that its expensive lol! I feel like going up to the girls and just give a piece of my mind, but since I was not in a mood to do that I just let them figure out themselves. =P

Penang Street Art Hunt!

Ernerst Zacharevic  the man behind the mural street art.

I have so far collected 9 out of 10, but the heart break mural was taken separately in another trip with my friend by coincidence , but as for the rest was collected yesterday with a friend of mine who decided to pop up spontaneously haha damn it was like amazing race against time because she only have till 6pm the most to go back to the airport on her last day here.

We started our ‘hunts’ around 11am and ended around 4pm BY FOOT!!! We were already exhausted to find the last one at the other end of the road because we wanted to catch Life of Pi by 4.45pm at the nearest cinema, the movie ended almost 7pm though haha so she had to take a taxi who was waiting for her already and head straight to the airport and manage to arrive just in time to board the plane lol! Anyway, it was worth every steps!

The mural street art was not painted without any reason, it was painted based on how the painter saw Penang around that area, also the paintings will always be located at the major tourist attraction like the Chew Jetty, Masjid Kapitan Keling and a lot of other place.

We kinda got lost towards the last two mural , we were looking for the Chew Jetty but walked so far towards the Swettenham Jetty instead and U turn to Chew Jetty again… ON FOOT, when actually there was a short cut from Masjid Lebuh Aceh already.

But the good thing is that we discovered quite a nice food place to eat which I will explain later in a separate post.

I got back just in time for the rain to pour so heavily that I had to wait for my friend to pick me up for almost an hour, had some soup & rice before taking a warm bath and soaked my foot on a warm water before I went to sleep. Seriously, I think I can just make my own Penang walk trail for those who is up for a long walk + food +street art hunt lol! Ive already have a few ‘customer’ waiting in line ;P

check out how he made the mural (x)

for those who is looking for the street art, look for these streets:

This Old Man: Armenian Street, near the T junction of Kapitan Keling Mosque
Little Children on a Bicycle : Armeneian Street, straight up after the Living History art shop, drop by for direction & souvenirs from the cashier, she’s very helpful with direction!
Boy on a Bike & Little boy with Dinosaur: Ah Quee Street, the mural was painted just side by side so you can kill two bird in one stone
Little Girl: Located in Muntri Street , the same line with a very chic hostel called Ryokan for backpackers with affordable price & air conditioned!
Children in a Boat Mural: Chew Jetty which you can just go straight to the end after collecting your mural at Armenian Street towards Gat Lebuh Armenian
Cannon Street near Lebuh Aceh Mosque

And the last one The Awaiting Trishaw Paddler Mural are located at the end of Penang Road towards the Cheong Fat Tze Mansion which we were already too exhausted to find it after having our Penang Famous Teo Chew Cendol & Penang Laksa near Chowrasta hahaha. Anyway, that will be save for another trip along with the new mural at Step By Step Lane which we forgot to find haha.

However I forgot already where I took the heart break mural lol! It is near Love Lane or maybe after that, so go figure! 😉

‘A’ is just an Alphabet

“A lot of people look at life as not their own self discovery journey and just the destination” – My Abi (dad)

This was something we discuss the other day when we read the recent news about UPSR student who ran away and found hiding from their parents bcoz they didn’t get 5A’s. What is worst, some even felt they are not good enough bcoz they only got 4A’s only instead of 5A’s

This is even more obvious when they get to PMR, SPM STPM until they graduate which then counted into pointer’s instead. A very good reason that the ministry wants to abolish one of these exam (Was it UPSR?)

And the sad part is that this is happening even as young as 12 years old for only UPSR which I never really bothered much on not getting straight A’s bcoz I know I my own ability. For those who is not familiar with Malaysian exam, well we have at least 3 national exam that needs to be scored until we are 17. phew¬!!

The thing is, I was very much grateful to my parents for not pushing me too hard on getting A’s. They know my own potential very well and don’t put too much expectation on me. One thing I learn from them is that when it comes to studying, it is better to be able to understand even little of it, instead of trying to remember everything but you don’t understand anything and just use it only for exam sake.

Honestly, I only got 4A’s an a C in Science. That was UPSR,  I was very surprised that I can pass math that I use to fail every exam, what more imagine getting an A? (I thank my teacher: Puan Zuriani for making me solve math in front of the class every time and for being strict on lazy student like me haha). As for Science, I was already happy that i even get a C, a subject that i never passed through out the year! English and BM was not very much a problem to me though.

But as the year goes, both in PMR until STPM , I never get straight A’s, just two A’s in subject that I really understand and the rest are just B’s, C’s and even D’s. Unofficially, I even flunked straight month in math that my parents have come to an agreement that when it comes to number, I am not the person who can compute that lol

I am not ashamed on the fact I am not good in math, it was not something that everyone can be good at. Because personally, I am the type that will question the Why instead of the result. My strength is probably not good in calculating things but perhaps more to understanding or explaining things that can’t be explained in numbers? For example, I was more likely to be interested when it comes to economy and history than math and all of his friend. Still , when it comes to Science, I enjoy experimenting but not deducting, at one point of my life, I did scored that subject but later as it gets too calculative, I only pass an average B. And, be it english or BM, i have always love writing and it help me to write better whenever I get to do essay.

The point is, we may do better in certain things that others don’t and we may not be good at other area that is not within our expertise. Whatever you are good  at, or not good at, or scored or even fail doesn’t mean that you are a bad student, but just not good at certain subject. It only reflect your own strength and ability in area’s that you are good at and not good at which we need to be able to recognize ,appreciate and embrace our own weakness and accept it just the way it is. Because if we can’t accept who we are, then who will?

Anyway, my point is, don’t be too hard on yourself (a reminder to myself too bcoz sometimes even I can forget this too) You have done your best, and whatever necessary to go through what you need to do, so just do our best and if it doesn’t work out , then try something else that you are good at and who knows will work out better?

Explore your own ability, accept it, welcome mistakes in your life, so what if you fail? Learn from it, be better at it if you can, but if you can’t ,try other subjects or area. Because….

“Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.” – Rumi

7 thing you need to know about coming to Penang

Penang as it is famously known as The Pearl Of the Orient is definitely a melting pot, of almost everything: culture, history, language and everything nice. So here is some things to try when you are here (also for some of my followers to keep in mind if they are to come to Penang one day) 1. For Culture Lover Masjid Kapitan Keling, where you can just walk along that road till the end and marvel through the remains. They used to call it as Jalan Harmoni (Harmonious Road) bcoz you will find a mosque, a chinese temple, indian temple, and a church along that road. You can also try and simply get lost in between the road bcoz there’s a lot of hidden place that you’d be surprised it exist, I am not good with road so whenever I get lost there, look for the Komtar building, its the easiest way to find your way back plus its where the main bus station for all Rapid bus route, other than the Jetty. true heaven for backpackers and anyone who love travelling. *Penang Museum for those into history *Floating mosque & Masjid Kapitan Keling is two of my fave photo shoot. * Every month of July, Penang celebrates World Heritage UNESCO site ,there will be a lot of cultural performance and activity you can try on that day. Dates subject to the organizer, it also goes well along with the fruit season, yay! 2.For sea lover The Jetty, of cause, if you still have energy, you can walk from masjid kapitan keling to the jetty, its not too far away, just follow the rapid bus passing by haha. You can take the ferry back and dont go off and come back without paying a dime. This because, they only charge you from the mainland and round it up already for both way. Preferably during sunset, its best view for a photographer. 3. For nature lover Bukit Bendera, i dont really quite like it anymore even if they manage to make the cable faster, it was too fast to marvel the beauty of the nature. But you wont be dissappointed because as you reach the top, you can slowly walk along the hill and probably drop by some small cafe for some breathe air and coffee or ice cream. Best to come in the morning, preferably 7 or 8AM before the Q gets long and the mist dissappear from your view. Get your camera ready! Botanical Garden, well they have all type of flower species that you can take pictures of it, be careful with your stuff, there’s monkeys around that will snatch your food or attractive object to them. Penang National Park, is very near to Kerachut which I will explain next, here, is the place for campers,and beach lovers because there’s a boat that will take you to Kerachut or anything related to the sea, like watching sunset, fishing trip (If im not mistaken lah) and even BBQ. Kerachut, if you are lucky, you get to see turtle hatching, but you need to contact the person in charge for it since they are a protected species. Kerachut surprisingly still have a blue/green water that will take your breath away. According to my friend, I haven’t manage to see it for myself, but base on the pictures, it is confirmed. 4. FOOD lover! What is Penang without the food right? For Breakfast: Jalan Transfer , they serve the best roti canai with kuah daging, even me who is not a fan of mamak food enjoyed this very much. Except the fact that its located behind an old building, very close to the drain, and you should just keep looking up rather than down. Its not that gross, just that I can lose my appetite easily when I saw the dripping kuah on the periuk.

For Lunch: Urgh so many to choose from, it depends on what are you looking for, if you look for Nasi Kandar on the day, you’d be having that again at night. Still, if you love it too much then you wont mind another round of it at night kan? hehe Still,if you are tired of nasi kandar , you can try the Char Keow Teow, hurm this is tricky because there is good chinese Char Keow Teow or Malay Char Keow Teow so it depends. But here is some links that you can refer to: Dinner: Seaafood fan, take this down: Hammer Bay, Teluk Tempoyak, (there’s another ‘Sampan’ towards the Jerejak jetty) , and for tomyam lovers, Pak Hussein Tomyam in Relau, and Bangkok Tomyam near Bayan Lepas Padang Brown, they also have Pasembur without anyone dancing heh, steamboat or cucuk-cucuk, and a nice Nasi Goreng Ayam, also they do have ais kacang (ABC) nearby . Nasi Kandar: Hameediyah – the soup, Kapitan for Briyani, Kayu Nasi Kandar – for the tallest Roti Tissue, and Nasi Kandar Beratur or Line Clear where you will definitely clean everything on it.And do like the penangnites, kuah campur/banjir where you mis almost every sauce available on top of your rice. Tandoori , i am torn between Subaidah and Kayu Nasi Kandar. Fyi, nasi kandar is quite expensive, starts from RM10 above so make sure you bring extra cash, or else just have roti tissue , or roti canai, naan which is much cheaper. Dessert: You can also get a nice fried banana @ goreng pisang at a road side near Taman Pekaka, they fry banana with some bijan/sesame seed on it. Simply scrumptious! Also available in : Stall along Jalan Hamilton opp Heng Ee School main gate, teatime 3pm, Roadside stall at Jalan Chee Seng in Tanjung Bungah Roadside, at Kampung Jawa, Bayan Baru Roadside, at Taman Pekaka, Sungai Dua Roadside, at Bukit Jambul flats, Jalan Bukit Gambir Credits to: penang-traveltips Penang Famous Teochew Cendol , seriously famous and delicious! They have at least 3 branch that I know of, the original one is the roadside stall near chowrasta which you need to walk up a little bit, you will see the stall just across the Police Station (Which i still can’t remember the name haha) , its in between two building, they have a small shop a few feet away where you can sit down and taste their authentic Laksa Penang or you can just stand and Q like the rest of the customer to get a feel of street food. After you are done, and its getting late and non-peak season such as school holiday, and the shop nearby almost close, you’d get cheap souvenirs. The second one is at Komtar Walk, for those who prefers air cond, or the one inside Prangin Mall, which ever you want.

Ais Kacang, they say the one near Padang Kota is good, and i tired it once, not bad, but there’s better ones , just that location wise, im a total failure 😛 Pasembur or pronounced as pasembuq , definitely Gurney Drive and Dancing rojak man really have some guts to dance while he makes his pasembur/rojak lol! There you can find almost everything you want Ice Cream, well I did found a home made ice cream shop nearby Masjid Kapitan Keling, its closer to a temple that i dont know its name. But there’s also a new ice cream shop recently opened in 1st avenue top floor where the cinema is located. If this doesn’t drools you, I don’t know what will haha (there’s a nice macaroon shop few stall away) For muslims who is concern about Halal, you can try posting up your Q’s here: Penang Halal Food (Jalan Jalan Cari Makan) . There’s just too many to choose, we have one of the biggest burger in Penang, grilled burger latest franchise have been opened near Ivory along the Nasi Kandar Istimewa Restaurant area, they have one branch in Sunshine if im not mistaken, and there’s a nice nasi ayam inside unshine for RM7 per plate,also I saw a Manchester United burger stall full of MU somewhere I can’t remember haha. Just refer the links I gave you,okay? 5. For night time lovers Well, other than clubs which I wont be promoting because I don’t go to clubs and would not want to be responsible for encouraging bad lifestyle but I do recommend good entertainment that doesn’t involve alcohol which is theatre that was recently opened : PenangPac , located in Straits Quay , one of the latest shopping mall near the port, you can watch boats parked infront of it. Or you can just visit the night market near Batu Ferringhi, they have a lot of DVD that you can collect,seriously not for those who have strong stand in buying original but good for collectors that can’t afford to buy too many original dvd hehe. 6. For book Lovers You probably want to get this book , I am in no way have any share with the selling of this book. The reason why I recommend this book is because is that they took the trouble to actually map out the food stall location which is the only thing i look forward to haha. But someone borrowed this book and never gave it back Secondly, there is at least two second hand book store , one near the junction of Komtar which you need to walk along it or the one somewhere after Love Lane because I only know it exist after i accidentally discovered in when I got lost in my own town haha. 7. Shopping Well what else right? Usually Komtar is a place where you can get your camera equipment, phone and laptop usually in Bukit Jambul have a better price. Gurney Plaza is like the KLCC of Penang, Queensbay is like the Midvalley while 1st Avenue is like, the new Paradigm Mall of Penang. But for those looking for Jeruk and Asam, kindly find your way to Balik Pulau. There’s a famous Laksa and Pisang Goreng stall around there. And right now is the fruit season for Durian again, other than in July/August which usually the fruit season. You may want to start with Rambutan and Manggis that is sweet with no strong smell like the Durian, they say: It smells like hell but taste like heaven😛


The rest, you can just google it yourself ehhe.

Note: All pictures taken from the internet except the Ice Cream, Laksa & Cendol

Once Again—Death of the Liberal Class

By Chris Hedges

The presidential election exposed the liberal class as a corpse. It fights for nothing. It stands for nothing. It is a useless appendage to the corporate state. It exists not to make possible incremental or piecemeal reform, as it originally did in a functional capitalist democracy; instead it has devolved into an instrument of personal vanity, burnishing the hollow morality of its adherents. Liberals, by voting for Barack Obama, betrayed the core values they use to define themselves—the rule of law, the safeguarding of civil liberties, the protection of unions, the preservation of social welfare programs, environmental accords, financial regulation, a defiance of unjust war and torture, and the abolition of drone wars. The liberal class clung desperately during the long nightmare of this political campaign to one or two issues, such as protecting a woman’s right to choose and gender equality, to justify its complicity in a monstrous evil. This moral fragmentation—using an isolated act of justice to define one’s self while ignoring the vast corporate assault on the nation and the ecosystem along with the pre-emptive violence of the imperial state—is moral and political capitulation. It fails to confront the evil we have become.

“The American Dream has run out of gas,” wrote the novelist J.G. Ballard. “The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies. No more. It’s over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now. …”

Liberals have assured us that after the election they will build a movement to hold the president accountable—although how or when or what this movement will look like they cannot say. They didn’t hold him accountable during his first term. They won’t during his second. They have played their appointed roles in the bankrupt political theater that passes for electoral politics. They have wrung their hands, sung like a Greek chorus about the evils of the perfidious opponent, assured us that there is no other viable option, and now they will exit the stage. They will carp and whine in the wings until they are trotted out again to assume their role in the next political propaganda campaign of disempowerment and fear. They will, in the meantime, become the butt of ridicule and derision by the very politicians they supported.

The ineffectiveness of the liberal class, as I saw in the former Yugoslavia and as was true in Weimar Germany, perpetuates a dangerous political paralysis. The longer the paralysis continues, the longer systems of power are unable to address the suffering and grievances of the masses, the more the formal mechanisms of power are reviled. The liberal establishment’s inability to defy corporate power, to stand up for its supposed liberal beliefs, means its inevitable disappearance, along with the disappearance of traditional liberal values. This, as history has amply pointed out, is the road to despotism. And we are further down that road than many care to admit.

Any mass movement that arises—and I believe one is coming—will be fueled, like the Occupy movement, by radicals who have as deep a revulsion for Democrats as they do for Republicans. The radicals who triumph, however, may not be progressive. Populist movements, from labor unions to an independent press to socialist third parties, have been destroyed in the United States. A protofascist movement that coalesces around a mystical nationalism, that fuses the symbols of the country with those of Christianity, that denigrates reason and elevates mass emotions will have broad appeal. It will offer to followers a leap from the deep pit of despair and frustration to the heights of utopia. It will speak in the language of violence and demonize the vulnerable, from undocumented workers to homosexuals to people of color to liberals to the poor. And this force, financed by the most retrograde elements of corporate capitalism, could usher in a species of corporate fascism in a period of economic or environmental instability.

The historian Fritz Sternin “The Politics of Cultural Despair,” his book on the rise of fascism in Germany, warns repeatedly of the danger of a bankrupt liberalism. Stern, who sees the same dark, irrational forces at work today that he watched as a boy in Nazi Germany, argues that the spiritually and politically alienated are the prime recruits for a politics centered around cultural hatreds and personal resentments.

“They attacked liberalism,” Stern writes of the fascists emerging at the time in Germany, “because it seemed to them the principal premise of modern society; everything they dreaded seemed to spring from it; the bourgeois life, Manchesterism, materialism, parliament and the parties, the lack of political leadership. Even more, they sense in liberalism the source of all their inner sufferings. Theirs was a resentment of loneliness; their one desire was for a new faith, a new community of believers, a world with fixed standards and no doubts, a new national religion that would bind all Germans together. All this, liberalism denied. Hence, they hated liberalism, blamed it for making outcasts of them, for uprooting them from their imaginary past, and from their faith.”

I am not sure when I severed myself irrevocably from the myth of America. It began when I was a seminarian, living for more than two years in Boston’s inner city on a street that had more homicides than any other in the city. I had to confront in the public housing projects the cruelty of white supremacy, the myriad institutional mechanisms that kept poor people of color trapped, broken and impoverished, the tragic squandering of young lives and the fatuous liberals who spoke in lofty language about empowering people they never met. The ties unraveled further during the five years I spent as a war correspondent in El Salvador and Nicaragua. I stood in too many mud-walled villages looking at the mutilated bodies of men, women and children, murdered by U.S.-backed soldiers, death squads and paramilitary units. I heard too many lies spewed out by Ronald Reagan and the State Department to justify these killings.

And by the time I was in Gaza, looking at the twisted limbs of dead women and children and listening to Israeli and U.S. officials describe an Israeli air strike as a “surgical” hit on Islamic militants, it was over. I knew the dark heart of America. I knew who we were, what we did, what we actually stood for and the terrifying and willful innocence that permits most Americans to think of themselves as good and virtuous when they are, in reality, members of an efficient race of killers and ruthless profiteers.

I was sickened and repulsed. My loyalty shifted from the state, from any state, to the powerless, to the landless peasants in Latin America, the Palestinians in Gaza or the terrified families in Iraq and Afghanistan. Those who suffer on the outer reaches of empire, as well as in our internal colonies and sacrifice zones, constitute my country. And any action, including voting, that does not unequivocally condemn and denounce their oppressors is a personal as well as a moral betrayal.

“We talk of the Turks and abhor the cannibals; but may not some of them go to heaven before some of us?” Herman Melville wrote. “We may have civilized bodies and yet barbarous souls. We are blind to the real sights of this world; deaf to its voices; and dead to its death.”

For a poor family in Camden, N.J., impoverished residents in the abandoned coal camps in southern West Virginia, the undocumented workers that toil in our nation’s produce fields, Native Americans trapped on reservations, Palestinians, Iraqis, Afghans, those killed by drones in Pakistan, Yemen or Somalia, or those in the squalid urban slums in Africa, it makes no difference if Mitt Romney or Obama is president. And since it makes no difference to them, it makes no difference to me. I seek only to defy the powers that orchestrate and profit from their misery.

The oppressed, the more than half of the world’s population who survive on less than $2 a day, will be the first to be sacrificed because of our refusal to halt fossil fuel’s degradation of the natural world and the assault of globalization. They already hate us with a righteous fury. They see us for who we are. They also grasp that for power to be threatened it must be confronted by another form of power. They know that the only way to effect change is to make the powerful fear their ability to retaliate. And the oppressed, inside and outside empire, are methodically building that power. We saw it at work on 9/11. We see it every day in Iraq and Afghanistan. And we will see it, although I pray it will be nonviolent, on our own city streets.

The corporate state, faced with rebellion from within and without, does not know how to define or control this rising power, from the Arab Spring to the street protests in Greece and Spain to the Occupy movement. Rebellion always mystifies the oppressor. It appears irrational. It does not make sense. The establishment asks: What are their demands? Why do they hate us? What do they want? The oppressor can never hear the answer, for the answer is always the same—we seek to destroy your power. The oppressor, blind to the brutality and injustice meted out to sustain dominance and prosperity, escalates the levels of force employed to protect privilege. The crimes of the oppressor are seen among the elite as the administering of justice—law and order, the war on terror, the natural law of globalization, the right granted by privilege and power to shape and govern the world. The oppressor cannot see the West’s false humanism. The oppressor cannot, as James Baldwinwrote, understand that our “history has no moral justification, and the West has no moral authority.” The oppressor, able to speak only in the language of force and increasingly lashing out like a wounded animal, will be consumed in the inferno.

“People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction,” Baldwin wrote, “and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.”

Why there is still wars and poverty in this world?

1. Surprisingly, wars is not about ‘conquering’ a certain country and ends there. Its a long term ‘investment’ to demolish a country and reconstruct using only the attacker’s company (sometimes using the local brand as the front label but check who is investing their company)

2. War IS business. By attacking a certain country enables a certain company perhaps the same company who have diversify their business from construction to healthcare, insurance, media, technology, military and so on, to sell their products, sometimes the same company are also the same company providing weapon to attack each other.

3. Now that a certain country have managed to ‘defend’ the said country who is under some sort of ‘tyranny’ or ‘cruel leader’ , they will replace their puppet via their local leader, observe to where the ‘new’ leader get their fund or use their fund towards. Sometimes these ‘tyrant’ or ‘cruel leader’ were their allies but once the people realize that these leader are ruining the country or perhaps these leader are no longer popular and useful to a certain party, their image will be build up to be tarnished and portrayed as a ‘tyrant’ and ‘cruel’ leader so that the people will rise up and brings down these leader without them even interfering, and be seen as if there is a ‘change’.

4. True, some countries may have oil or certain economic or natural resource interest that attracts another country to attack but its not really necessary, some countries are just threatening each other just to show their own power but none would really attack these country because they too have investment in that country, only the weaker country with oil will be attacked.

5. Wars, are hot news, it is vital, and necessary for some country to continue funding these war either to protect their own business and investment (long or short term). So it is crucial that these wars continues so that it can always create fear towards their citizen, it is common that bad news such as wars and poverty going on some part of the world being broadcast first before ending it with good news in their country so that the audience will feel safe and not worried about living in their country , a sense of safe so that people will not feel somewhat not bothered or use to seeing wars that they don’t feel anything when they see wars going on, they will continue feeling, “oh that will not happen to our country, im sure they will do okay because there are some funds channelled” when instead “we should not let that happen to other country while we are living so well here”


6. Funds, can only help so little, heal some wounds, help build facilities, and all, but will not stop the war. No president in the world no matter how charismatic they are      could be bothered to end any of the wars because they have a long term investment in certain country , some countries were purposely left in poverty so that they can continue give fund while at the same time do business. Poverty means, they don’t get proper education, they will remain stupid and believe that it is their fate to continue living in such poverty when in reality, someone else is benefiting from their poverty. No one really like a smart leader, they usually end up ‘brought down’ or assassinated.

7.  Since 1971 , Bretton Woods , currencies around the world no longer tied to 1 Ounce of gold for $35 Dollar exchange rate, before Nixon  decided to make sure that the currencies around the world are now peg into a piece of paper called ‘Dollar’ instead of gold. What happens after disassociating the paper money with gold? Vietnam War  can now be funded unlimitedly by printing paper money to pay for every barrel of oil, weapons and just about anything with a piece of paper. The same Dollar will devalue by 33% in 20 year time (Forbes) ,

“An increase of 2% a year over a period of 20 years will lead to a 50% increase in the price level.  It will take 150 (2032) dollars to purchase the same basket of goods 100 (2012) dollars can buy today.  What will be called the “dollar” in 2032 will be worth one-third less (100/150) than what we call a dollar today.”


What does ‘price level’ means?  That the price of goods and services will increase to 50% within 20 year times, ‘devalue’ means, that the paper money in ANY country you are living now will also devalue alongside the Dollar by 33% by 2032.

Now the math is kinda tricky if you aren’t from economy, so it was to me, but its as easy as what happens to your $50 you have today compared to 20 years ago, in fact, don’t look that far, just think of how many things you can buy today and compare it to last year, and think of what will happen to the same $50 you have , next year?

Since most of the currencies in the world is peg to the Dollar, that have been depreciating more than 100% since Bretton Woods, it is no wonder that everyone not just those in war are suffering economic problem, perhaps in the future you can’t even help these country by giving them financial aid any more, but YOUR own country needs the aid.

So don’t think that what happens to other country cannot happen to your own country, it can, just that not in the form of wars because there aren’t a lot of country any more that have a lot of natural resource

What is the solution for this? Go figure.