Meeting Datuk Seri Najib’s Political Secretary, Datuk Sahlan Ismail

Yesterday I went to Uncle Datuk Sahlan bin Ismail’s Eid open house.

Uncle Datuk Sahlan is the Prime Minister’s political secretary.

I ate ketupat with chicken rendang and drank orange juice.

I asked him questions regarding BN and PR.

I was asking Uncle Datuk Sahlan some questions.

He told me that BN is the best choice for Malaysia.

And we agree that even though BN did lots of wrong things, but PR is much worse.

One thing that I learn is BN supporters and politicians accept that BN is not perfect but PR supporters and politicians always claim to be perfect and would blame others for all the bad things that they did.

We can only be better if we can learn from our mistakes.

I am very happy to meet Uncle Datuk Sahlan and even happier because he said that I’m a good understander and a good listener.

i am very happy to meet Uncle Datuk Sahlan.

Flash Flood Hit Segambut, Sentul and Klang

Motorists drove through flooded Jalan Segambut in Kuala Lumpur.

Yesterday Segambut was hit by a bad flash flood.

In some area the flood water rose up to 3 meters tall.

This happened on the third day of Eid.

Flash floods were also reported in Jalan Ipoh in Sentul and Klang.

Doing what they can: Villagers using pails to get rid of rainwater which inundated their home in Ladang Segambut.

This is a disaster!

I am very sorry for the victims especially the Muslims who were still celebrating Eid when their houses were flooded.

Photographing The Bedils

I snapped this photo myself. I need to aim my camera to the right spot and snap at the right moment because if I was a few seconds late I'll be snapping photos of smoke.

In Kuala Terengganu people break their fast after the sound of the ‘bedil’ in the Ramadhan.

There were ‘bedil‘s on the 2nd day of Eid until 7th day of Eid too.

On the 5th day of Eid, my dad took me to Bukit Pak Apil in Kuala Terengganu to watch ‘bedil’ shooting.

These are the bedil shooting base.

A policeman guided us to a safe location to watch the ‘bedil‘.

The 'bedil' contracter and a policeman reached the 'bedil' shooting site.

The 'bedil' contractor preparing the 'bedil'.

First we have to wait for the sound of ‘dup’.

Then we started snapping lots and lots and lots of photos as the ‘bedil‘ exploded in the sky into a gigantic umbrella of colourful lights right above our heads.

Then the umbrella turned into tiny sparkles of lights like colourful rain drops and faded into tiny umbrellas of smoke.

The bedil after the 'dup' sound

The bedil exploded...

...into tiny sparkles of lights like colourful rain drops...

...and faded into tiny umbrellas of smoke.

We went there again on the 6th and 7th day of Eid to snap more photos.

It was very, very hard to snap the photos because we have to aim at the right spot of where there the wind would blow the ‘bedil’.

We also need to snap at the right moment before the beautiful ‘bedil’ faded into umbrellas of smoke in the sky.

We also had to squat down fearing the loud sound made us jump and fall down the cliff.

We need to squat because we do not want to fall down the hill.

I snapped some beautiful ‘bedil’ photos and I am very proud of them

I snapped all the above photos by myself!

Rambutan Picking

Tok Teh's rambutan trees

I was in Terengganu for the last two weeks for Eid holidays.

Kuala Terengganu is my parent’s hometown.

On the second day of Eid we visited Tok Teh.

Tok Teh is my grand aunty.

I called my grand uncle Tok Teh too.

It is very sad that he had passed away.

There were a lot of red, ripe rambutans on the rambutan trees at Tok Teh’s house.

So, a few days later we visited Tok Teh’s house again for a rambutan picking.

Kafah and I with our rambutans

Rambutan is a type of a fruit with hair on its skin.

Ripe, red rambutans

‘Rambut’ is hair in Malay language.

My big sister Kaman used a pole (galah) to pluck the rambutans.

My other sisters and I ran to collect to rambutans.

It was like a ‘rambutan rain’

Kashah, Kafah and I rushed to collect the rambutans.

It was really fun.

This is the first time I went rambutan picking.

We sorted our rambutans and counted them. I collected 88 rambutans; more than my sisters did.

It was as fun as apple picking.

Later we ate the fruits.

They were very, very sweet.

Open Houses In KL

Now is Shawal, during Shawal we have a lot of Eid open houses.

Today I went to Uncle Ali’s house in Shah Alam.

I ate nasi impit, pampadum & tasty lamb BBQ.

Uncle Ali was my father’s schoolmate.

My father’s school was Sultan Sulaiman Secondary School.

Next we went to Uncle Amrahi’s house in Keramat.

I ate satay, custard and nata de coco.

They are very tasty.

I love custard very much.

Uncle Amrahi is the vice president of Silat Cekak Hanafi.

I met a lot of Silat Cekak Hanafi’s members and instructors.

After Uncle Amrahi’s house I went to a wedding celebration in Gombak.

I was too full so I only ate a piece of watermelon.

Junk Food And Bad Food During Eid

Junk food is not good.

Bad food is not good too.

Junk food is worse than bad food because they are useless.

Bad food are food that has too much sugar, salt and fat.

Bad food has artificial colouring, flavouring and trans-fat.

There are lots of junk food and bad food during Eid.

I tried a little bit and they were tasty.

I wanted to eat more but I know that I must not eat bad food.

I do not ate much because they can make me sick.

But I saw a lot of children eating lots of them during Eid.

And I saw lots of adults ate them too.

When we visit other people’s house during Eid do not eat junk food.

And during Eid do not buy junk food and bad food.

Looks yummy but bad

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Read more:

[about Healthy food here]

[about Junk Food here]

Second Day Of Eid

Yesterday was the 2nd day of Eid.

In the morning I went to my nenek’s neighbour’s house.

His name is Wan Musa but I call him Atuk Wan Musa.

He helped my father to destroy the wasps’ hive.

I ate nasi minyak at his house.

After that we went back to nenek’s house because we want to pray.

Then we went to restaurant Lempeng.

But it was closed.

After that we went to my father’s aunty’s house.

Then we went to my mother’s cousin’s house.

I ate nasi minyak and satay at her house.

I went to Bukit Kechil but there the hill was gone.

Then we went up Bukit Pak Apil.

I climbed 113 steps to the top of the hill.

I saw the place where they fire the bedil.

There my father took pictures of huge fire works they use for bedil.

I could see the beach from the top of Bukit Pak Apil.

We could only visited a few houses because my sister Kafah and I had diarrhoea.

My mother said I cannot drink milk.

But when my diarrhoea is over, I can drink milk again.

May be we ate too much nasi dagang yesterday.

But today I did not eat nasi dagang.

I ate nasi minyak.