i'm going to fast tomorrow!

for the UNC fast-a-thon organised by the Muslim Society. For every non-Muslim who fasts they got businesses to donate a sum of money to the poor. to the outsider (i.e. me), fasting is probably the toughest part about being a Muslim.

I went for an event organised by the Inter-Faith Alliance yesterday, when we experienced an Iftar (Breaking of Fast) by the Muslims. I think they have to say a special prayer at Iftar.

prayers by the Muslims at Iftar, at yesterday's event.

hope to have time to attend more Inter-Faith Alliance meetings.

Today's dinner was at Penang's, this terribly overpriced resturant run by people from Penang (duh). But it's Malaysian/Singaporean food! and the owners speak Malaysian Cantonese i.e. my kind of Cantonese. I felt a sense of affinity, probably because of the dialect and the knowledge that we come from the same Peninsular. Like, among this mess of Americans (hak guai and guai loh - 黑鬼， 鬼佬), we are there, we're Chinese, and we're Malaysian/Singaporean.

frigging 12 US dollars Mee Goreng and Grass Jelly at Penang's.