FUNNY. It’s a funny word. In this case, it means strange, or weird.

The new, school-based assessment system could actually be a good thing if it can be made to work.

AS she took the last 15 steps of her life, the woman wept. The sobbing was audible, but there were no tears. She had none left to shed.

FOOD fights between Malaysia and Singapore used to be about who made the better nasi lemak, char koay teow and even chendol. Not anymore. Now, it’s over chicken rice. And it’s not even about who does it better. It’s about whether the dish is even available.

Economic progress and cash may be great, but what good are they when there is little food on supermarket shelves?

AFTER two years, it’s the best of times for doctors. They are finally able to breathe easy and were able to go home for Hari Raya Aidilfitri.

DRIVING my sister home to Penang a couple of weeks ago, I ran into a nightmare on the road.

THE SPM exams have just ended. And the SPM exams are here again. Testing times just don’t seem to go away for our students.

There are many things wrong with the country and a lot that needs to be done to turn things around, but it’s amazing that many of our politicians have their minds elsewhere.

Young ones have ended up losing a shot at fame, their dignity and their faith because of the irresponsible acts and decisions of the older folk.

Change, they say, is the only constant. And Malaysia has finally proved this right. The change the country is seeing is so exciting. For journalists, it’s the early 80s once more.

The circus is in town. Shout it out from the streets – or just type out the messages in the impersonal cyberspace. It’s time for the (political) parties. The ringmasters, the pretty artistes and the acrobats are out in all their glory. Oh, and the clowns are here, too.