And so you know that CNY is here when: 1. The queue at Lim Chee Guan is mad; and so are the prices of the sweet barbecued meat. 2. ATMs actually run out of money. 3. Row after row of shops at the hawker centre is closed. 4. There are no cars on the road.… [Read more…]
It was not the first time that I had sat down to a meal and had the cleaner come help me clean up the table. But it was the second time in a week that I had the cleaner say to me in a strange tone, ‘Wah! 吃好料!’ which literally means ‘eat good stuff!’ I… [Read more…]
I walked out smelling smokey. It started as a hunt for Putu Piring, but Putu Piring somehow turned out tougher to find than we thought. All we saw was Lekor, Ramli and Cempedak. Stall after stall, smoke after smoke. The rich smell of spices in the air coupled with the slightly nauseating smell of re-used… [Read more…]
So as I sit down to my freshly pressed Tanzanian coffee, it’s a satisfied-Liren who’s smelling the coffee and his own perspiration. It’s a Saturday morning, and nobody’s at home. Brother’s out at camp and parents are in JB attending a wedding. All is quiet; and breakfast was needed for my growling stomach. Same old… [Read more…]
February 2, 2011
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