Sunday, December 28, 2008

Hair Spray.


I accompanied my wife and daughters to the saloon this afternoon…the Saloon is operated in a low-cost apartment converted into a ‘low cost unisex saloon’ by a lady dog lover.

Perming and styling for the three of them cost $105.00…for the same services rendered by a fancier saloon would have cost between $350 to a $1000…..for that saving…it was worthwhile to bear the discomfort and possibly having to share the same cutting utensils with her dogs (very adorable). Desperate time calls for desperate cost cutting measures.

While the proprietor was styling my family’s hair inside her saloon….her husband was styling and cutting the furs of her precious dog outside.

The wife is gifted hair stylist. Sam and my daughters (me included) were extremely happy. Her husband did a good job on the dog(s).

Come see styling on the dog…that bear testimony on my words.>>>talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

SUNSCREEN.

** Read it…trust me on the Sunscreen

SUNSCREEN : Baz Luhrmann

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97. Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen
would be it. The
long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the
rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my
own meandering
experience... I will dispense this advice now

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh,
nevermind, you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until
they've faded. But trust
me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way
you can't grasp now, how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous
you really looked. You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that
worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by
chewing bubblegum. The
real toubles in life are apt to be things that never
crossed your worried
mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle
Tuesday

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't
put up with people who
are reckless with your's.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're
ahead, sometimes you're
behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with
yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the
insults. If you suceed in doing
this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank
statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do
with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22
what they wanted to do
with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still
don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're
gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
have children, maybe you
won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40. Maybe you'll dance
the funky chicken on
your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do,
don't congratulate
yourself too much or berate yourself either - your
choices are half chance,
so are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... don't be
afraid of it, or what
other people think of it... it's the greatest instrument
you'll ever own.

Dance... even if you have nowhere to do it but in
your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines they will only make
you feel UGLY.

CHORUS
Brother and sister together we'll make it through.
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there.
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you.
And I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they
might be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they're your best link to your
past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future

Understand that friends come and go, but for the
precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography
and lifestyle because the
older you get, the more you need the people you knew
when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes
you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but leave before it makes
you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise,
Politicians will
philander, you too will get old. And when you do, you'll
fantasize that when
you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians
were noble, and children
respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe
you have a trust fund,
maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never
know when either one might
run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're
40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with
those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly
parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

CHORUS

Everybody's free. Everybody's free.



Monday, December 15, 2008

SMILES - Art: 01

SMILES - Art: 01

Everyone smiles in the same language.

Picture: Mother

Art and Editing: Robert Lau



Saturday, December 13, 2008

Just JOE.




Just JOE.

I took Sam (my wife) to a concert this evening…….didn’t not have extra Mu lala

(money) to splash …so just like any ordinary Joe……I got Sam to perch on the railings

….while I climb up a tree ….(and Yes…I am that agile ) to get a clear shot.

Enjoyed the concert……come join me >>>>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com

Friday, December 12, 2008

SMILES.

SMILES.

Everyone smiles in the same language.

Picture: Pat Shaw [Trish to me.] of ~TriciaS......(My dearest friend)

Art and editing: Robert Lau :jarklarge:



Saturday, December 6, 2008

Mobile Steamboat.

If business doesn’t come to you….you bring business to them…..that’s the Key Strategy
..in today’s dog eat dog world…You undercut…..You fast forward…You one step further….You overdo….You Cultivate….You Motivate and You INNOVATE.

Mobile Steamboats have been mushrooming faster than rabbits……and to stay one step ahead…this fella innovated….he incorporated grilling and barbecuing …and business was brisk.

Sit tight. Before the month is over….we will see Sizzling BBQ Mobile Steamboat all over town. What next .?? ….Mobile Sushi !!!




Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Butterfly Kisses.

Picture: Little Anita of *Mirnar88 ( My dearest friend )

Art and Editing: Robert Lau

This is one of the most beautiful WEDDING SONGS.

Butterfly Kisses Lyrics – Bob Carlisle

There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her
hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I know I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.

But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"

Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have
done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.

I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.



Tuesday, December 2, 2008

ROGUE.


Rogue

Rogue means RED in French.

Red is a very Auspicious color for the Chinese…it symbolizes everything good….WEALTH …HEALTH and LONGEVITY…..the essences of HAPPINESS of the very pragmatic Chinese community.

It is also very GOOD Feng Shui to hang the Picture in the living room.

So download / upload it or whatever and hang it in the living room.

Friday, November 28, 2008

breakfast at tiffany....almost




Breakfast at tiffany…almost.

I took Sam to the market…decided to pop in to the coffeeshop for breakfast.

I had ‘Char-kui-teow’….fried noodles… [.EXTRA Chilli..boss!...raw cockles..ALSO!!! ]

..2 half boil eggs and iced tea.

Health Rating: TOO RICH…maybe Hazardous to the BACKDOOR….(too spicy).

I was down with flu that evening and was centrifugally morbid for a week…popping anti-biotic and painkillers like jelly beans….going about not knowing what to do or what not to do…to summarize mildly…..I was ZOMBIFIED.

Go feast your eyes on my breakfast >>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com


Thursday, November 27, 2008

Petronas Twin Towers - art 02


A different perspective in all its monochrome splendor

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Petronas Twin Towers.


Petronas Twin Towers.

To appreciate true beauty…all cosmetically enhanced props and lightings have been stripped to showcase the inherent magnificence of the Petronas Twin Towers.

I, now, understand BEAUTY.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

All-You-Can-Eat BBQ

All-You-Can-Eat BBQ.

It was a gloomy day…this afternoon…nothing seems right…..it was rainy
….business is bad (very)…..staffs giving problems…stock market collapsed
….withdrawal symptoms irritate….Sam’s menopause…..Steady’s ear turns septic
….GOSH!!!!!!...when all else is not well…EAT…and EAT…and EAT first.

So, I took my family to the Mall for the Korean All-You-Can-Eat Barbeque buffet.
…it was FANTASTIC….spiritually UPLIFTING…I ate a horse, so to speak.
We arrived at 1pm….and was there eating until 4pm. I ENJOYED myself thoroughly.
Tomorrow is another day…BRING FORTH.

CHEERS >>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com

** It was a GOOD DAY after all.....WHISKY didn't give any problem at the time of posting.


Monday, November 17, 2008

CHINAMAN - Organic farm.

Organic Farm.

The Old Uncle is a Chinese from the Tai Poo Hakka Clan…and typical of a Tai Poo

…they are frugal….honest and hardworking. The backyard was converted into an organic farm..…cultivating a variety of greens the “old ways”, without the aids of fertilizers or pesticides, harnessing the richness of the land. Uncle has been cultivating the land for the past 40 years.

The produce is sold at the local market earning a few dollars a day as extra income…enough to get by and to raise a family frugally. Uncle was a rubber tapper.

His children are all grown up and “Professional”…having families of their own…living in the suburban modern housing estates.

Uncle stays behind with his wife.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

The Marie Antonette Award.

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A Real Award.


Rules for the Award.

1) Please put the logo on your blog.
2) Place a link to the person from whom you received the award.
3) Nominate at least 7 blogs.
4) Put the links of those blogs on your blog.
5) Leave a message on their blog to tell them.


I nominate:

1) Animal SOS
2) Truth Magma
3) Abby Kok.
4)
5)
6)
7)



* I was nominated by STARGAZER.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

si tenggang's homecoming.


si tenggang's homecoming by Muhammad Haji Salleh.

i

the physical journey that i traverse
is the journey of the soul,
transport of the self from a fatherland
to a country collected by sight and mind.
the knowledge the sweats from it
is estranger's experience,
from one who had learnt to see, reflect
and choose between
the challenging actualities.

ii

its true i have growled at my mother and
grandmother,
but only after having told them my predicament
that they have never brought to consideration
the wife that i began to love in my loneliness,
in the country that alienated me,
they enveloped in their pre-judgement.
i have not entirely returned, i know,
having been changed by time and place.
coarsed by problems
estranged by absence.

iii

but look.
i have brought myself home,
seasoned by faith.
broadened by land and language,
i am no longer afraid of the oceans
of the difeerences between people,
no longer easily snared
no words of ideas

the journey was a loyal teacher,
who was never tardy
in explaning cultures and variousness.
look i am just like you.
still malay,
sensitive to what
i believe is good,
and more ready to understand

than my brothers.
the contents of these boats are yours too,
because i have returned.

iv

travel makes me
a seeker who does not take
what is given without sincerity
or that which demands payment from
beliefs.
the years at sea and in coastal state
have thought me to choose,
to accept only those tested by
comparison,
or that which matches the roads of my
ancestors,
which returns me to my village
and its comppleteness.

v

i've leanrt
the ways of the rude,
to hold actuality in a new logic,
debate with hard and loud facts.
but i too
have humanity, respecting
man and life.

vi

i am not a new man,
not very different
from you;
the people and cities
of coastal ports
thought me not to brood
over a foreign world,
suffer difficulties
or fear possibilities.

i am you,
freed from the village,
its soils and ways,
independent, because
i have found myself.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

President Obama.


The hypothesis of change.

Change is the constant equates to the constant of change over the universality of mankind that equals to the History of Promulgated Equilibrium spelt in entirety HOPE and the opportunity to lead irrespective of race, creed or kind subservient to the betterment of mankind.



[Mr. President Obama, Sir, on behalf of all lay persons…I SALUTE YOU.

Best Regards,

Robert Lau.]

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Barack Obama.





“..when I grow up…I’m going to be the president of Hawaii..”



[Disclaimer]

The above work and texts is the work of a disjointed…distorted…disillusionized ..
NON-SMOKING down and out so-called ARTIST with a serious smoking problem.

The ARTIST’s infamous Presidential Lie.

Quote: “I’ve never ever smoke in my entire life” unquote.:faint:

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Homeless.



Last night……while I was walking to the car park…I saw this dog all by itself …LOST.

I tried to coerce him to come home with me…but failed. I wished Sam was with me as she is very good with animals.

I brought out some biscuits and sweets ….left it near him before I drove off.

GOOD LUCK BOY!!!!

See the homeless boy >>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Whisky's List.






Whisky (my maid) is in charge of the shopping list.

Below are as followed:

Sup muslom - Mushroom soup

Sup ciken - Chicken soup

Sup tometo - Tomato puree for spaghetti

Sup tandas - Toilet soap

Sup Sar - My soap – Dettol

Sup keluarga - Wife and daughters soap – Dove

Sup saya - Her soap – Popinjay

Sup gigi Sar - My toothpaste

*Loril saya 1nipis 1 biasa 1 malam - Whisky’s Lo’real 1 thin 1 normal 1 nightster.

Lice anjing - Dog’s rice

Minyak - cooking oil

**Bir 2 katoon - Royal Stout 2 carton (2 X 24cans)



*……Modernity corrupts sophisticatedly…before she arrived here she was using some kind of leaves…and now she wants the best.

** I have stopped buying Stout by the cartons since I discovered that Whisky has been helping herself to it….she was an ALCOHOLIC. I resort to buying 2 cans every night.


Whisky loves Chocolates and sweets...Sam bought her a big jar>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com

p/s….what’s left of the chocolates I bought (8 X 250gms.) last week……friends came yesterday and we served them with it….but STILL……:hmm: WHISKY !!!!!!!!!!


...also talk3talk4.deviantart.com

Friday, October 17, 2008

Chocolate Factory.

Chocolate Factory.

I took my family to the chocolate factory this afternoon to replenish our monthly chocolate supply that turned fortnightly eversince I stopped smoking about a month ago.

To compensate the withdrawal symptoms…I developed an urged for chocolates….and I have been having untold amount of the “brownish gold”.

My family is not complaining… because they too get to savor more of this “heavenly gold”….they help me with the shopping…..needless to say

…it burnt a big hole in my pocket.

While I was there…I met a very photogenic sweet lovely young lady ….who made a friendly gesture to greet me…honorably as one would when greeting a senior.

…*spot her in two scene ....( I made a mental note to ask Sam to get some chocolates for her)….forgot about her completely because I was too engrossed in trying out the Durian chocolate…REAL DURIAN encrusted in chocolate…..to die for, so to speak.

*anybody who knows this lovely lady…..let her know that I owe her some chocolates… and that I would refer her to the Talent Scout.

Tour de Chocolate >>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com

p/s…Whisky so helpfully stored the chocolates…without even being told..:hmm:

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Sisterly love.

I have never seen a better demonstration of sisterly love than these visual recordings registered by me in a small village called Titi…a town that I frequented for businesses and pleasure.

The plaiting of hair done by the elder girl is just about the closest physical statement of affection akin to a chimpanzee searching for ticks and lice of its loved one.

A lot of positive messages manifest from these recordings…and I for once, let the pictures speak…for want of a better reason….words aren’t enough to fathom the humanitarian equations and mankind’s proclivity to reason.

Visit Sisterly love >>>>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com


I love children.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Man aren't suppose to smile.


Man aren’t suppose to smile.

Desperate time calls for desperate measure…..EAT FIRST.

In the uneasy calm masking the prologue of the underlying face-off on the local scene…….people went about routinely earning a living while waiting for the outcome of the endgame.

Global financial meltdown and weakening commodities price coupled with higher cost brought about by imported inflation point dangerously to a stagflation depressing further the already shaken business community.

Therefore you don’t have to “GO ask Alice” why I took Sam out for seafood in a restaurant about 100 km. away …to EAT FIRST..WORRY LATER
…another sub sub of the Chinese Wisdom taught to me by my late father who always EAT FIRST…talk later….worry even later… ..a philosophy that served him all too well…far too well…..Eating himself to the early grave.

When Sam and I arrived at our destination this afternoon…I decided to park my 4WD about a kilometer away …(left the camera in the car) …and took a nice walk to the restaurant…and no prize for guessing….. EAT FIRST.

I posted a file picture of Sam and I taken at the same restaurant taken by my mother whose philosophy is MAN AREN”T SUPPOSE TO SMILE while being photograph…..man should be serious!!! Hence my rather serious demeanor….Sam was laughing her head off when my mama admonished
me for smiling.



The journal entry is the (daily) update to show that all is well.
..see you all later.

Have I told you lately..

Have I told you lately?

Have I told you lately…Whisky, …that you caused so much inconvenient when I have to get my daily supply of Royal Stout instead of monthly because you gave yourself a helping hand to quench your alcoholic urge.
It’s alright…I have to go out anyway.

Have I told you lately…..that you droved my blood pressure up when you didn’t know how to open the car’s door and I get sneered at. It’s alright…I’m trained at handling such situation.

Have I told you lately….that you embarrassed me when you didn’t tell me about the ‘burnt mark’ caused by your ironing…and I wore it without knowing. It’s alright…they don’t know me.

Have I told you lately….that you eat the more than the four of us put together and you sleeps all the time …that your work is never complete.
It’s alright …housework can never end.

Have I told you lately…..that I am flabbergasted by your ‘genius’ when you broke the antennae of my new car by cleaning it with a MOP and recently you put a ‘big dent’ to the door of the same car by opening the door of my old car (you only know how to open the door from the outside).
It’s alright….it’s only a car…it can be repaired.

Have I told you lately…..that you drove me up the wall when …when…the dogs suddenly decided to boycotted the food that they love so much over the years…..and Sam has to fry rice for them ..twice everyday….and that Steady is 12 years old…and Lucky is the youngest at 3 years…Think…THink!!!
..THINK!!!!!...a life long responsibility …so un- necessary. Boy!!!! It’s the “straw that broke the camel’s back”. It’s alright….what can we do now!!
The dogs love ‘fried rice’.

Here’s Whisky’s story….as told by me.

When she was young, Whisky fell seriously ill….she had fever and she nearly died. She deduced that it was the pork she ate that causes this illness and from than on she refrained from pork.

So, all the pork served to her for nearly 9 months was given to the dogs ..
….unknowingly to Sam ..until about 3 months ago (San didn’t tell me) ..
Sam found out about it and since stopped serving her pork…and the DOGS stop eating.
………...and the beginning of our ordeal….going to a market so far away to do marketing specially for our dogs….and Sam’s daily task of frying rice in the wee hour of the morning everyday.


My story.

:laughing:

Sob!

Sniff!!

:rofl:

:shocked:

:rofl:

Whisky:chainsaw: ..however…love to eat bacon…sausages…luncheon meat.
…ham…..all canned pork products……home brewed pork soup minus the pork…….sob!!..:rofl:…..:rofl:………:rofl:…

..when questioned by me..

It’s Ok! Sar…it just the pork that made me sick…..itchy….rashes….other pork….no problem!!!!!!..sniff….:langhing:………..:rofl:

…:rofl:…Oh! Buddha…

…sniff!!…..WHAT STUPIDITY!!….:rofl:

Have I told you all lately that …Whisky’s contract ends Sept.09
And I will not retain her not even if she works for me free.

…love her though….:lol:…really…:rofl:…choke!!cough!cough!...:laughing:

Sunday, September 7, 2008

At the Market.

Market.

I started coming to this market about three months ago to get supplies for the dogs’ fried rice and my favorite smoked tofu.

Here’s my story.

For some strange reasons, the dogs suddenly decided that the food which comprised of anchovies and rice that they love so much over the years… decided to stop eating all together….it went on for few days.

Worried… Sam decided to fry some rice to entice them to eat…they love it!

From then on…….….Steady, Trusty, Ashitaka and Lucky can’t wait for their meals to be served and looking out for a second helping.

Sam had to get up every morning at six to prepare breakfast for the family and to fry rice for the dogs (twice a day). The rice is fried as if serve to human minus the monosodium.

The ingredients used for the fried rice consist...…. 3rd.grade dried prawn, meat dust and “free sorted unwanted vegetables”…....which can only be found in this market and sold cheaply.

…Ashitaka….posed a new problem…eversince he came back from the vet…he refuses to eat his favorite fried rice without gravy…and so…..all gravies like curries and the like were kept to be mixed into the fried rice especially for Ashitaka.

It was not until a few days ago that I found out the reasons for the sudden change in the dietary habits of the dogs……..and it was all WHISKY’S fault

…Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr……Whisky…WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ll write about it next.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Olympic 2012




It was written in the sky.


Goodbye Beijing 2008 - Hello London 2012

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Happy Birthday Zach.

Happy Birthday Zach.

I was looking forward to the gathering as I have not seen my family members for quite a while even though we stay just a few kilometers apart.. I was so happy to see mummy, brothers, sisters, nephews and nieces.

How time passed by, it seems like only yesterday we had our hands full with noises …ruckus of mischievous children running around…today, these children are grown-ups lawyers, accountants, engineers and doctors in the making.

As far as memory didn’t failed me, I have not missed any of the family gatherings …and I treasured those days…be it whatever the situation… ..…I will be here to celebrate the gatherings of the children’s children.

Happy birthday Zach….I shall be there to celebrate your children’s birthday.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Oh! Buddha.

Oh! Buddha.

I came home yesterday feeling very hungry as I have not had anything since breakfast. So I decided to have instant noodles. The story goes:

Robert: Whisky…masak mee (Whisky …cook noodles)

Whisky: Yes Sar ( Yes Sir)

I then went over to the computer …log in to DA…..to update the comments and replies…. (tik tik tok tok..I type as fast as I can with one finger because…)

[The computer has been acting strangely….instead of the usual desktop screensaver it has in placed ..WARNING!...Virus….

I didn’t pay much attention because the computer is still functioning albeit strangely….brushing it of as false alarm! I am not too sure now…..yesterday I had trouble posting “Happy Birthday Marta”. So if you don’t see me for the next few weeks….you know what happen and just in case, HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY.]

…the story continues.

……half an hour later

Whisky: Sar mee sudah (Sir the noodles is ready)

Robert: Terima Kasih (Thank you)

Walk to the table and there before me???????..

.. With measured controlled voice I shrieked/screamed/whispered:

Robert: …w h i s k y mari sini (Whisky, come here)

Whisky: yes Sar (Yes Sir)

Robert: Apa awak buat (What have you done)

Whisky: masak mee (Cook noodles)

Robert: apa ni (What’s this)

Whisky: mee (Noodles)

After some back and forth conversation/questioning….I found out that Whisky put in too much water (enough for 2packs)……and cook too long.

Robert: lain kali satu mangguk cukup (Next time one bowl will be enough).

Robert: FAHAM (UNDERSTAND)

Whisky: faham…suli Sar…suli Sar. (Understand…sorry Sir….sorry Sir)

Whisky was in tears…came over to hug me…I stopped her…told her it’s alright. I ate the few remaining unbroken soggy strands of noodles when I thought it might be a good idea to record it…..so that you all can laugh/choke over the incident with me and help lessen the burden of pain/frustration/bewilderment/forest gumps and whatever upon me.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com

Oh! Buddha….I seek your wisdom and benevolence…Oh! Buddha.

Yeep! I drank the whole bowl of boiled water…burp!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Uncle Barber Joe.


Uncle Barber Joe.

After a life time having my hair cut by “Barber Joe” (posted on17th.Aug.2007) I made a switch to “Uncle Barber Joe”……mainly because “Barber Joe” keep increasing the price of haircut citing fuel hike and rising living cost. He charges $15 per haircut not including shaving that would cost another $5.

Since, I am feeling the brunt of the higher cost of living; I decided to switch to “Uncle Barber Joe”. I chanced upon the Shop about a year ago in a small town 80km away …..where I would stop by at my favorite restaurant for lunch before embarking on to my destination.

“Uncle Barber Joe” may be the oldest practicing barber in the world….he is 76 years old and he had been working in the same barber shop for over 60 years…cutting hair on the same chair. The younger man is his current boss.

This is that much I know about him but I shall try to uncover more information from uncle in due course.

Experience speaks volume…I am more than satisfied with the cut and the shaving though unnerving is the best shave I have ever had without the slightest “burn” or rash…he is as gentle as a kitten.

I have posted five video clipping of my hair rising adventure…one of the clipping shows how the shaving was done by his boss (face, ears and throat) ….the last one showing the ‘nail biting shaving session’ done on me by uncle…video tape by me.

For the record, this is the last time I allowed Uncle to shave me because…just to be on the safe side…it is like playing “Russian Roulette” when the blade is on the throat….you know what I mean.

The hair cut plus the shaving cost $5. (USD 1.50)


Thursday, August 14, 2008

Indian Food Stall.

Indian foods stall.

This afternoon with some free time to spare…I drove 30km to this Indian stall to pack some “Roti Canai” home for my family. The “Roti Canai” ( I do not know the English equivalent) is a type of flour pancake….something like the Italian Pita,….and it is eaten with Curry dips. The Roti Canai is the Malaysian favorite food enjoyed by people of all races.

I have tasted Roti Canai all over Malaysia from 5 stars hotel…restaurants to stalls and this particular stall is currently the best. The fish and vegetables curry condiments to go with the fluffy pancakes is simply PERFECT in every sense.

I bought 8 at 90cents (USD 25cents) per piece.

Feast your eyes on the best ROTI CANAI>>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

The way I feel.

The way I feel…

Yesterday was hell for me….I was all washed….drained off every ounce of energy both physically and mentally.

While driving home..... A song by the Bay City Rollers came aired over the radio….. In my opinion, “The way I feel tonight” … is one of the most romantic song ever composed…and I just had to record it for all of you.

The reception was poor and hence the inferior sound quality but nevertheless you will get to feel the way I felt that night…... come accompany me on a drive.

Come journey home with me.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Karaoke..My Way.

Karaoke..My Way.

Just next to Bobbit’s coconut stall is the “fried noodle” stall with a different..

..It’s a Karaoke noodle stall…only one in the Universe…..I’m quite sure.

The proprietor (seen seated ) is a jolly fella with a big mouth to boast…

….claimed that when he was younger..he was the first ice-cream seller on the go with music machine mounted on his tricycle…and now he is the owner of the only “Open Air Fried Noodle cum Karaoke stall” in Malaysia.

He told me that his fried flat rice noodle (Chau Kwai Tew) is the best of the area….seriously, I believe him…having eaten out so many years…and seeing his ingredients and his pan-fried skill..I have no doubt whatsoever.

His stall will be jammed pack in the evening.

He asked me to order a plate..I declined mainly because I just had coconut and was feeling quite full but promise him I shall the next time round.

All his patrons will be allowed to sing for free and those non-eating customers would have to pay fifty cent per song.

The Enterprising fella….asked me to sing…to which I decline because I don’t know how to sing Chinese…

[No problem…I got …Flank Sinata….My Wai ..(Frank Sinatra’s My Way)..

…fifty cents only lah!!!.. very cheap!!]

I recollect the time when Karaoke was at its height…My Way was the most butchered song…everybody who thinks he is somebody or anybody at all would sing “My Way”. They would sing with full emotion of their arrival to this point…some with tears….we would laugh our heads off discreetly (my friends and I).

One night, after a few Margaritas…Tom Collins…Bloody Mary….boost it up with AK-47…something took over me..I finally volunteered to sing after so many years…I sang “My Way”…not because I have anything to shout about but rather that’s the only song I have practice year in year out in the private of the bath. So, I sang…they cried discreetly.

Ronnie (my pit-bull) stood up to clap…and everybody followed like-wise.

We adjourned later to our regular joint to have our late night supper…all my boisterous friends, ten in all, were strangely quiet and subdued. I was the only person eating while the rest were just having tea (unusual for a bunch of gluttons). Nobody cracks jokes…nobody talk……everyone was looking somewhere.

After supper, we went separate ways…two cars…one sent me home. My mother was at the gate coincidentally…she open the gate..I got down from the car pissed-off walk towards the gate.

Suddenly, I heard a loud shrill from the car…the doors opened…they burst out hysterically…squatting on the road …holding one another…patting each other…faced red…choking …coughing….LAUGHING like Hyenas

Ronnie vomited….I walk back to check…and started laughing…Mother was laughing too……it was so contagious.

Walk back inside…leaving my mother outside with them laughing their heads off.

That was the last time we went to a Karaoke.