The Idiot Behind the Iron Mask

Two great things about this year’s Ramadhan:

Firstly, it decided to play nicely with the dates of the Gregorian calendar. Just as the beginning of September marks the beginning of Ramadhan, so will its end mark the end of Ramadhan too. It’ll be easy to keep track of how many days I’ve fasted and how many more I have left to go, unlike in other years.

Secondly, what better way would there be of keeping myself pumped through Ramadhan, than by savouring writings about food? (More so because I can’t do just that until at least after 7PM.)

So here’s to Akki, an old buddy of mine, and (the return of) his food blog, The Cocoa Nut. Looking forward to your new entries, man.

Pre-Hari Raya Preparations

… While in other news, I’ll be laying down the Hari Raya traps early this year.

I’ve decided to ramp the floor plans up a notch too: there are pitfalls designated about the place already (all clearly marked by a gigantic and red-coloured X symbol, because I don’t want family members falling into them) and I’ve a cute little torture chamber at the back of my house too.

I’d like to share a thing or two about the torture chamber, because it happens to be my favourite room this year: I’ve lots of cutesy, pink-ish Hello Kitty wallpapers (and then photos of everyone’s favourite Disney characters) decorated about and divided equally between the room’s two sections; one, where the temperature can be set to a warm 0 degrees Kelvin, and the other, a mildly-scalding 8000 degrees Celcius.

The torture chamber is also equipped with spikes for picquet treatment, curvy and very voluptous-looking knives for when the little kids ought to be given a manicure or a denailing, and a lovely cord, made of electro-sensitive Batman’s-cape type fabrics, which would be handy should I feel like issuing a mancuerda or two.

Oh, and not to forget, a really, really big frying pan, that serves as both a place to make dodol and budak-budak kecik masak rendang.

So if you’re 15 years old (or below), celebrate Hari Raya ‘religiously’, and think you deserve my duit raya money, do drop by my house.

I’ll be waiting.