The Crazy Monkey

Before you read this... Please read the disclaimer at the bottom of this post. Thank you... *LOL* Couldn't sleep... So what could I do this late/early in the morning while I wait for the time to have my "sahur"? Surf... Here I was reading the news on The Star Online, surfing around when I came across blog posts from someone who looks to me like a chinese who married an indian. Reading his posts has got me thinking... I grew up with a "racist" dad... Well... not exactly... we're not racist... all of us in our family grew up having non-malay best friends *due to the fact that we were forced NOT to speak malay at home and therefore are more fluent in english... (My SPM / O lvls equivalent Results - English A1; Malay C6) this made us the "arrogant malays" in goverment primary schools and our malay friends were like avoiding us.* My sis had Dhalita as her "Legendary Best Friend" in Secondary... and me being a "social butterfly" as

Yeay! My favourite month of the year is here! What I love about it? Well... Yummy selection of foods to choose from... A month to forgive and repent... The chore of "What should I eat today?" is downsized to 1 instead of 3... *lol* Many more reasons actually... but can't think of more at the moment because its too early... *hehehe* So... The first day of fasting... couldn't really sleep... was abit excited maybe... managed to get some shut eye around 3am... Mummy brought me back the famous "ayam boblek" from Jogyakarta for sahur *last meal of the day... which is supposed to last the whole day till sunset... but who can eat much so early in the morning?* ... Due to the fact that I overslept during the last first day of fasting... I set my phone alarm to ring not once... but 3 times!!! *hahahaha* ... First ring went off at 4.30am *snooze* ... 4.38am... *snooze* ... 4.46am... *disable alarm* ... Second alarm went off at 5am *snooze* ... And the phone rang at 5