January 29, 2011

Chicken Fish What?

I’m a true-blue-born-and-bred Malaysian and I didn’t know the existence of Chicken Fish until a friend mentioned it in passing! Talk about being a Katak Bawah Tempurung (a local saying to mean someone who has never been out of his comfort zone).

It was on a night out for dinner with friends that I discovered this so-called Chicken Fish, which some foreigners said is a Malaysian treat. Really? Or did some smart a#@$ Malaysian coin the name because I believe there’s no such fish.

These aren't chicken but they sure do taste like one.
Somehow, I got lucky that night because the stall we ordered dinner from was just opposite to a fresh fish stall. And so my friend checked out the fish stall and hey presto – there were some fresh “Chicken Fish” at the counter.

So my friend dragged me to the stall and I started inspecting the fish they called a chicken. Just like any other fish, this one also comes in varying sizes. It looks like White Pomfret, only longer and smaller in width. And it doesn’t have as much meat as the pomfret.

I forgot how much the fish cost but it isn’t any more expensive than a medium sized Black Pomfret. In-fact if I remember well it does cost cheaper than the Black Pomfret.

The guy managing the fish stall seemed fascinated with my fascination over the fish. I can almost hear him thinking aloud under his put-on smile: Stupid perempuan, Chicken Fish pun tak tahu (Stupid woman, doesn’t even know what’s Chicken Fish).
The grilled Chicken Fish served with sauce didn't get me wanting more.
My friend suggested we try the fish, just to prove to me the reason for the name. He picked up a medium-sized piece and got the cook to grill it. In just a few minutes the Chicken Fish arrived looking nice and juicy and with several small bowls filled with some kind of chilli sauce.

We tackled the fish as soon as it got to the table and it was wiped clean off the plate in just a few minutes. And I got the answer as to why it’s called a Chicken Fish. The fish tastes like chicken. But why eat fish that tastes like chicken!!!??? It’s like a vegetarian not wanting to eat meat but enjoy vegetarian meat dishes. I don’t get it.

So my conclusion is if I were to eat fish than the fish will have to taste like fish and not any other kinds of meat. So Chicken Fish is out for me. But please, if anyone knows what is the real name of Chicken Fish or from which fish family it is, do leave me a note. I’ve researched online and I can’t find an answer.

Quote for Day 28

Image: Tibetan Temples in Nepal by SEASTON

"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars." - Kahlil Gibran

January 28, 2011

Marriages of convenience

I'm not that traditional that I support the old fashioned view of marriage, but I am reasonable enough to appreciate that marriage is an institution and that the values of the institution are commitment, love, and true relationship.

Before you ask, yes I am married, and have been for several years. It may be my second marriage, but just because the first didn't work out doesn't devalue it in any way.

What I'm bitching about today is not genuine marriages, but a growing trend amongst people the world over; marriages of convenience.


Clipart: Chalice and Ring-JOHNNY AUTOMATIC

I have several friends and former friends who fall into this category; getting married in order to stay in a country, or to take advantage of special options available for them.

To me, this disrespects the notion of marriage. It is fraud. Get married for the right reasons, not the convenience of it!

Quote for Day 27

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A new year begins, a lesson learned - A woman

January 27, 2011

Make Our Day

NewsFlashMedia are animal lovers and we do not support the insanity projected by animal abusers. Our illustration accompanying The Daily Bitch today speaks the hate we feel for these abusers. If investigations proved the culprit is guilty of the crime than the law needs to be enforced as well as reviewed so that would-be offenders would think twice before they can even commit such acts ever again.

To the Bitch, hope you like our illustration.

Animal Abusers Earth's Scum

The last few days I have been viewing / reading about the despicable person on YouTube hurting the poor defenceless animal.

Despite being a big bitch, I am an animal lover, and rather than bitching today about something that irritates me, I'd like to suggest an alternate world for animal abusers ... so bear with me.

Animal abusers, along with child abusers, are the scum of the earth.

I'd love to see a world where these people are dominated by extremely large cats and dogs, where the cat uses his/her claws to play with the person much like a kitten plays with a ball of string. Not too harsh, but just enough to scratch and put the fear of life into them.

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I would love to see them being chased through the jungle with a giant pack of dogs on their tail, gnarling teeth ready to teach them a new one.

People who mistreat animals don't deserve to be treated as humans.

I seriously hope that they suffer a fate worse than the animals they abuse.

My First Words In Istanbul

Story by kampunghouse

This article is part of a series of recollections of Istanbul, more of which can be found on the writer's website www.kampunghouse.wordpress.com

After the long flight straddling three continents from Melbourne to Istanbul via Singapore, I finally touched down at Ataturk International Airport.
The Ataturk International Airport.
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 During those final minutes before landing, I gazed excitedly at the window to catch a glimpse of Istanbul, and I remember experiencing an awkward feeling - was it disappointment? Shock? Confusion? - as I saw row upon row of apartment buildings painted in weird colours like garish pink and lime green.

What was I expecting, a thousand year old mosque? A grand Ottoman palace? A huge banner saying Welcome to Istanbul?

I wasn’t quite sure, but I knew one thing – I can’t wait to get my bum off the plane!

I made my way into the Foreigners queue at Customs – the nationality-based segregation always makes me feel unwelcome.

I was about to ponder and feel sorry for illegal immigrants in my home country Malaysia when all of a sudden I heard a commotion from behind me.

A portly woman in traditional Central Asian clothing, maybe a Kazakh, Azerbaijani, Kyrgyz, or none of the above for all I know, started cutting lines, deliberately oblivious to the people and protests next to her.

I hate queue jumpers with a passion, so when she reached right behind me I turned around and in the most menacing, threatening voice I could muster I said to her (and all those around me with similar intentions): No One. Is Cutting. MY. Line.

She stopped dead on her tracks with a look of bewilderment and shame. I recovered from my Mafia moment, tried to hide a self-satisfied smile, turned around and waited for my turn to get my passport stamped.

I had dreamt of visiting Istanbul for 13 years, and THOSE were my first words here.

Quote for Day 26

 

Embrace the World-JONATA

January 26, 2011

Whose Right of Way?

I always thought I knew the answer to the question, “Who are roads for?” But after living here for five years I have begun to think that all of my life experiences and common sense has been thrown out the window.

I used to think that roads were for cars, but I soon learnt that this may not be the case. So, I ask again, who should the roads be for? Answer - Motorists.

No, I’m not complaining about those pesky little speed-bumps called motorcyclists, or trucks and tractors that slowly went their way through streets far too small for them to drive on. But I am certainly bitching about inconsiderate pedestrians who seem to have a death wish. And those damn mamak stallholders who feel that car-parks are better filled with their tables than with cars. Frustrating!

Let’s start with the pedestrians. There’s this really cool thing called a zebra crossing. You see them in interesting places; places the "powers that be" thought would help us "foot traffic people" to cross safely.

What shocks me, and obviously irritates me, is the number of people walking aimlessly across the road, along the road, with complete disregard for their own safety, and complete lack of respect for drivers who are the legitimate road users.

I get incredibly frustrated with the number of people who simply put out their hand and cross the road as you're driving down it, fully expecting you to stop for them because their crossing the road at the wrong place far exceeds our right as legitimate road users to use the road.

I mean seriously, what is with this "hand" thing anyway? Do you know how hard it is to stop a fast moving heavy metal object at short notice because some idiot doesn't have the foresight to think and wait until the road is clear? Stopping a car at even 40km per hour is not easy; with inconsiderate people darting out in front of you it becomes a minefield.

It is time for road users to claim back the road. Yes people, drivers pay road tax, so we get priority. Sure, walk on the road, but don't think you have more right to it than cars, trucks, motorcycles, and the occasional tractor.

Not far from my office I regularly see hoards of miscreants strolling along the road as if it is a footpath. Oh, by the way, there actually IS a footpath, just the road seems more fun to them.

They seem oblivious to the fact that cars want to drive on it -- hey, it's not as though we can drive on the footpath. But what strikes me as even more irritating, they walk so slowly. It's not Sunday Church people, hurry up the pace and stop causing disruption.

I'm not saying don't use the road, I mean, if you think the tarmac is better for your sports shoes on the road, by all means, but please, have some courtesy. Make way for cars. Don't stroll along as if you don't know the cars are there. You're not chickens in the countryside. Get with the game and start being considerate to others.

I'm sure I've just made a few enemies there, but let me continue and diverge.

Along similar lines, car-parks. Are these for cars? I hate to say I think they are not. Car-parking in Malaysia is a fascinating experience. “Let’s double park and block people for half an hour” seems to be the common theme. Do you accept this? Time is money, and people seem to be very happy to waste other people’s time just so they can park those few inches closer to wherever they are going to.

My pet peeves lately are car-parks and tables. Car-parks are for cars, yet come mid afternoon, crazy little guys start putting out tables every time a car vacates its space. I wouldn’t mind so much if there were lots of spaces, but in most cases it is where there is already limited car-parks.

There’s nothing worse than coming back to your car and finding it surrounded by tables full of people eating, drinking, smoking sheesha and people leaning on your car, not even leaving enough space to open your door. This is just rude.

I love the concept of alfresco dining, eating under the stars (sometimes to the perils of changeable weather), but I don't enjoy sucking up car fumes and the constant threat that a car may accidently (on purpose) back into me and wipe me or my dinner out.

It’s time for some basic courtesy people. Let the roads be used by motorists, and stop putting drivers in dangerous situations from poor actions or lack of consideration.

I know I can't change the world, and I know many of you will think I'm crazy for complaining, but what the heck, I'm entitled to my opinion, and I will leave you with one thought: in many countries overseas, if a pedestrian walks in front of a car and gets knocked down, the pedestrian gets hurt, the driver claims for damage from the pedestrian, and the pedestrian is most likely fined for dangerous behaviour.

Would you survive elsewhere?

Quote for Day 25



Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline - Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe