Rojak

It does not make sense, does it? Having Rojak as a title for my blog. What does Rojak mean anyway? (Well, that is if you have not tried this Malaysian/Singaporean delicacy.)

As found on The Coxford Singlish Dictionary, Rojak means:
A salad of mixed vegetables taken with sauce. Of Malay origin, it has been adapted by all races. In Singlish (or Manglish), it is used as an adjective, to describe something as being either eclectic, or just plain messy.

So what I meant to blog today is really just plain messy thoughts that I had over these few weeks.

To start things off, I am trying to push myself to blog at least once a week. This need determination and I do not really have much of it. Must try to pull myself together to make this blog a place for readers like you to frequent. (If I have any 'loyal' readers, that is.)

Some time last week, I went out on site to a International Language Training Center to do some maintenance and marketing work. When I arrived on site and tried to go to the office, I was greeted by a sign that reads:

TIDAK DIBENARKAN MASUK TANPA URUSAN

JIKA ADA URUSAN SILA KE TINGKAT 7

In English it simply means:

NOT ALLOWED TO ENTER WITHOUT BUSINESS

IF (YOU) HAVE BUSINESS PLEASE GO TO 7TH FLOOR

What the? Either way no one can enter that place, which is supposed to be their reception/office! Unbelievable! This is not any normal institution, this is the International Language Training Center! Oh gosh, it is either language teachers have no logic, or my language level is not that logical.

Anyway, had a business trip to the Malaysian East Coast last weekend. This was my first visit to the east coast and I saw a lot of interesting things. First of all, I just realised that there is a Kampung New Zealand (New Zealand Village) in Malaysia! And the best part is, they grow apples there! (Wonder if they are growing New Zealand apples.)

The other thing that impressed me was the oil rigs/refineries around the Dungun area. I just cannot describe it in word, just plain impressive. And the scenery lasted for almost one kilometer. Right after we passed all these seems-to-be-so-high-tech buildings, a host of kampung(village) houses greeted us. We had steam chilli crab for dinner that night.

A few words on the current affair. The AP issue has got into everyone's mind! But are we talking about Approved Permits or Ayah Pin?

My brain is basically dead now, and could not think of anything. So I am going to finish off my rojak here.

Till later.