Saturday, August 26, 2006

Brain teaser

Here goes, try solving this ;)

A robbery occurred at a bank in a prestigious neighborhood
late one night. After a thorough investigation the police
came up with a suspect and went to question him on March 26.
However, when they asked the man where he had been on the
28th of the previous month he said his mother had died and
he was out of town making funeral arrangements and attending
her funeral. He said he left on the 27th and returned on the
30th so he couldn't possibly have committed the robbery. How
did the police officer know he was lying?

(answer further below)














The police visited him in March, so the previous month was
February. Since February only has 28 or 29 days he couldn't
possibly have returned on the 30th.

I can't believe I didn't see that! Did you?

Friday, August 11, 2006

Broken? Smashed?

Here's a funny site about "broken" stuff: This is Broken

I'll be adding it to the links on the sidebar ;)

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Save BM!

When I came back during last year's summer holidays, I saw the word "bajet" for the first time on TV. I went like "What on earth is that?", then realised later that it was meant to be "budget" in BM. But I still thought that it sounded awful...why not use "belanjawan"?

Then this year, to my horror I saw two other "hybrids" of Malay and English. In a parking place I saw a sign saying "reseb". Now what on earth is that? Do you know? However, this time I found out immediately what it meant, since on the same sign, just below the horrible "reseb", was written "reserved" in English. Ouch! Isn't there a word for "reserved" in BM? "Dikhaskan", or simply "khas" would have done just as well.

The second one was "lorong sikal". So since "bicycle" translates as "basikal", someone thought that "cycle" should translate as "sikal"? Why not "lorong kayuh"? (okay, I admit that it doesn't sound much better, but at least it uses BM!)

But then, whatever. It's not like I have a say in this :/

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

3 Ghost Stories

Haha, this is to show that ghostly happenings can have logical explanations! :D
(thanks to Geok Ching for sending me this :P)

PS. The stories are really good! lol


Ghost Story #1
---

When I was young, I lived in a deserted kampong deep in the
jungle. Every night, my mother would ask me not to go home
too late as there won't be any transportation after a
certain time.
One night, before going home, I ta pao a kueh teow soup for
supper. I was late and I waited for the taxi/bus but there
was none. I was getting worried as the night was getting
darker and darker. So I tried to flag down private vehicles
to take me home.
There was no one stopping for me, till one motorcyclist took
compensation on me and stopped to give me a lift. He was a
man with a kind face. I accepted his offer and got onto his
motorbike.
On the way home, we would pass by a temple. At night, the
temple would look eerily spooky with the dim lights from the
candles.
At first,
the motorcyclist was warm and friendly. When the temple was
approaching, the motorcyclist eyes grown bigger and bigger.
His kind face turned to a face of anger. He was muttering
something loud but was not audible to me. I was so scared
that I closed my eyes in order not to see his angry face.
Then, the motorcylist stopped in front of the temple and
then yelled at me.
"Your kueh teow soup is so hot!! It is burning my thigh! Can
you please move it away???"


Ghost Story #2
---

When I was young, I have two friends who were very close to
each other. They played with each other everyday. It was
like, if you see A, you would see B next to him. They were
always together.
A loved fried eggs. Whenever he went out for lunch or dinner
, without fail, he would ask for fried egg on top of his
noodles, fried rice, etc.
One day, A involved in an accident and died.
B was devastated. B went to the cemetery to pray everyday.
He would go
to the nearest restaurant and ta pao a box of fried rice
with an egg on top to be offered to A when he went to pray
to him.
The next day, he opened the box and there was no egg inside!
B was petrified. He thought, must be A who came and took the
fried egg away.
The same thing happened the next day and the day after that.
B was confused. So, one day, he asked the chef to make the
same fried rice with a fried egg again. Then, he went to the
cemetery to offer it to A. Curious, he opened the box to
check for the egg. He was angry to find that, there was no
fried egg in the box after all.
Feeling that he had been cheated, he went back to the
restaurant and demanded to see the Chef. "Where is the fried
egg?? I told you there must be a fried egg inside!! You have
cheated me for a few days now! Gimme back my money!!"
Then, the Chef got really angry and opened the box - the
fried egg was inside the box.
The
Chef said, "Stupid! You open the box upside down. No wonder
you cannot see the egg!!"


Ghost Story #3
---

When I was young, I went to town to work with a group of
friends during our summer holidays of two months. Being
young and away from home for the first time, we drank and
smoke like nobody's business.
One night, we were pissed drunk and flagged the last bus
down to go home.
Being tired, we slept in the bus.
It had been awhile that I fell asleep. I was awake by the
chilly wind. I was shocked to find that there was no one in
the bus, and I was the last passenger. I looked in front to
check out for the driver. But the driver was no where in
sight. Yet, the bus was moving.
I panicked shitless. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I
was not dreaming. The night was dark and cold.
I hysterically jumped out from the bus and tried to run as
hard as I could to get away.
Then I heard someone yelled at me from
behind the bus.
"Hey! Don't run away! Come over here and help to push the
bus!" yelled the bus driver.
I saw my other friends helping to push the bus, which broke
down while I was asleep.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

I'm baaack!

Hey hey...it's been a long time since I last posted. I'm now back in Malaysia for the summer holidays after my practical. I don't know whether I'll be writing much about it, though. It seems to be stale news...:P

My flight back to France is on the 14th of Sept, classes are starting on the 18th. Hopefully I'll be able to catch some of you in Kuantan! :)