Smelly TOFU and Pasar Malam (night market)

Smelly TOFU and Pasar Malam (night market)

After the Dental sojourn many evenings ago…..We drop by at the pasar malam (night market) to have our supper and to get new clothes (myself) for the Chinese New Year.

We had fried noodles…soup noodles….curry noodles…and it was satisfyingly good.

That evening…...I decided to be adventurous …for no apparent reason..I decided to try out the ‘Chow Tofu’..(Smelly Tofu) a la carte…….it has been bordering me for years….. The aroma stench like sewage…and true to its slogan “AROMA ACROSS A THOUSAND MILES”.

The queue was long….we waited for our turn….bought 4 pieces for each one of us

…..Sam went first…shook her head in delight…then it was my turn…I have already turned green from the regurgitation…there was no way out….BRAVED myself…closed my eyes…SAM fed a piece to my mouth…..I chewed the crunchy texture..and ..BY GOSH…it was the best TOFU I have ever tasted.

Then it was my children’s turn…..they then wanted more..but the queue was too long………..decided to come back for more another time.

Believe me you….it is worth a try…even if it is for the NOVELTY of having the guts to have tasted the smelliest dish…… the infamous “SMELLY TOFU”……just don’t burp!..

If need to…..wind down the car window.

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I want...I WANT...I want !!..Chapter 1

I want..I want..I WANT.


This afternoon I saw the cutest TOYS ever…and if I was a child….I would have ranted
…I want… I want…I want…and if my parent still refuses to get one for me……I would have activated the battle station …declare all out WAR till the objective is secured.

I would go into my room …lock up …and STARVE.. (after I had smuggled enough ration to last a week)…and my parent would squirmed…..and I dare them to watch me starve to death….and I will only eat if they buy me the ‘stuff puppy with naughty ears’.


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OK…see you all later…Dinner time……….Sam, where are the CHILDREN!!!!!!!!

Sam ate it.

Chinese New Year is a few days away…...the top item on the shopping list was a dining table. I have been looking around for one to replace the Dining table that has been with us for 15 years.

Found one ….a 5’ by 5’ ….solid cheddar wood with beautiful grains in deep champagne hue…..and comes with 8 chairs (slightly raised) that sit a person comfortably in a regal relax position to pig out .

The Dining set cost $ 3000…..a sum I can barely afford but absolutely necessary because it is really a shame to be seen in one… though it served us functionally well as required….but my MOTHER has been nagging us to change it because the children are all grown up…and their friends come a visiting so often …and we love to have them over for meals.

They didn’t mind….as they understood the financial obligation that we are undertaking…………..…I am undergoing…. to be exact.

And so…

On my way to the furniture shop to place a deposit…I accompanied Sam to the dental clinic…went in with Sam….and the dentist greeted us….Attended to Sam……after a few jabs….with Sam squirming! ….some more drilling….Root Channeling.

….Mr. Lau….Sam bridge has got to be replace……..OK! No problem.

The Dentist …then went on to …..calculate…tik…tik..tok…tik..tik…tuk..tuk

..it is about…[with ME SQUIRMING!!!]……. $ 3900…..after discount….tik…tik….that would be

….$ 3600…and since your family have been patronizing the clinic…and loyalty pays

..I am giving a discount…for you Mr.Lau…..it is $ 3000…(it pays to be loyal.)

What can I say….I was so touch!!…..got EMOed……I was SO thankful ( my voice was choked with emotion)…at that moment he was the GREATEST person ……my eternal gratitude….. when all the EMO stuffs sunk in…..the dust settled….

……....GEE!!......I am paying $ 3000 for two pieces of porcelain…the size of a peanut.

[In silent thought….GOSH!!!!!!....SAM you just ATE my DININING table …literally, so to speak….

..……..figuratively accurate……and politically correct, if you choose to debate.]

After the dental sojourn …instead of the furniture shop…I went to the Pasar Malam (night market) to buy new clothe and wear for the CHINESE NEW YEAR….

GONG XI FA CHAI (Wishing everyone a happy and prosperous NEW YEAR)

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The Morning After.

The Morning After.

This picture “The Morning After” is being posted the morning after (yesterday morning) I posted “Morning”.

…..Originally…..I had in mind “The Morning After” to be “Morning Has Broken” and vice versa

“Morning Has Broken” to be “The Morning After”…....just before the screwed up in the wee hour of the morning. …...one morning… [TO SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT]

It is now 2.07am in the small hour of the morning of 18^th.Jan.09…as my finger fox-trot on the keyboard to complete this journal…and it maybe way pass 2.30am on this wee hour of the Sunday morning after I post up “The Morning After”…but before consuming the 2 Royal Stouts which have a tendency to play trick on the tired mind and blurry eyes.

Enjoy it nevertheless…and none the wiser on my part……!!!!....:yawn:…..GOOD NIGHT……:sleep:

MORNING.

Morning.

I have spent countless hours over the period of eight months editing this picture…a process that involve…..revolving between …undone redo ….redone undo…..multicoatings….multilighthings……multifiltering….multilayering…

…multicoloring……..multitasking and the like….to perfection, so to speak.

In the small hour of one morning, I mulled over two possible title..”The Morning After” and “Morning has broken”…tried “Morning has broken” in text form…and ..

…Murphy’s Law set in…..I would rather quote….he quoted…If there is another way to do something…that something will be done in another way….(If anything can go wrong..it will)..

…and SO..

After 2 Royal stouts on the wee hour of the morning…..I click ‘save’ instead of ‘save as’

..having in place an irreversible “Morning has broken” on the bottom of the said picture

…regrettably with no recourse….and my MORNING will never be the same again.

It is 1.45 am…in the small hour of the morning…I post “MORNING” [as I type with one finger]…it maybe be way passed 2 am in the small hour of the morning when I finally posted this picture without correction ..and with much regret.

Enjoy it…nevertheless….

Morning has broken – Cat Steven

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
Gods recreation of the new day

SMILES - Art: 05

Smiles – Art: 05

Everyone smiles in the same language.

Picture: Fiona [~KerrigorRose]..my dearest friend.

Art and editing: Robert Lau.

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Last Joe.

Old uncle is the last of the few craftsmen left in this ‘sunset industry’. None of his children are keen to follow his footsteps and it is left to be seen whether his craftsmanship will survive into the next generation.

Uncle told me that the supplies of cane is shrinking due to rabid urbanization that resulted in the deterioration of the environment affecting the ‘virgin jungle’…where most of the canes are harvested by the aborigines and sold at an exorbitant price to the cane industry.

Gone are the days…where cane harvested by the aborigines were exchange for basic necessity like salt….sugar…rice …cooking oil and the likes….thus hiking up the prices of the cane products beyond the reach of the segment of market (the ordinary village folks) traditionally its staunchest supporters…..but for the better…the cane furniture are re-classified as ‘up-market’…adorning lobbies of Hotels and Clubs.

Though the industry is experiencing a resurgence of interest and demand…..it is left to be seen whether it will survive the environmental impact of modernization on the supply of canes and or the business acumen and shrewdness of the aborigines.

Will uncle be the ‘Last Joe’…..

I am ME.

I come this far
..the journey
I shall go further
..the story

In the lifetime
..i saw
The changing time
..i see

The pain of youth
..i felt
The warmth of love
..i feel

In a person
..i have loved
As a person
..i can love

I was I
..before I learnt
I am me
..now that I learn.