tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post113047604022260797..comments2023-10-02T19:11:28.802+08:00Comments on Tokkok: Swallow A Couple Of Eggs And Call Me In The Morningpatrickteohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09590595033242017959noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1131475280371904982005-11-09T02:41:00.000+08:002005-11-09T02:41:00.000+08:00Reading all you guys and gals reminding us of Rose...Reading all you guys and gals reminding us of Rose Chan, bengalli roti, rex cinema etc, reminds me of the Central Market where every stall owner knew what the man of the house would buy daily on his way back home and then on Sunday buy for the weekend lunch and dinner. Those guys, the stall owners knew each of us like we were all from the same kampung. They knew what each of us wanted in what combination from the type of fish to the spices which would be mixed for you on the spot.I just used to love following my dad to the market and it was one huge market. No supermarket or hypermarket of today can beat this big wetmarket. I made a point of buying things from until it was no longer a wet-market. Now nobody knows anyone anymore.Any other buildings anyone else can talk about. Maybe someone can start a blog on the old buildings that are still surviving and even place pictures of those that are not surviving.<BR/><BR/>I do remember Honda Tan and the corner bungalow house. Visiting him in his house, he would tell you all about Elvis from A to Z.<BR/><BR/>Today Masjid Jamek has two LRT stations, but the spot where Bank Bumiputra stands was also a bus terminal for buses up north, south and eastThe Federationhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652415305247175361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1131437732080521122005-11-08T16:15:00.000+08:002005-11-08T16:15:00.000+08:00TV Smith, I remembered the "slamming card game". T...TV Smith, I remembered the "slamming card game". The objective is to conquer your opponent's cards (as many as possible). They sell those ultraman cards at mamak stalls for 20 cts per foil which consists of about 20-30 cards. <BR/><BR/>yeah, i also remembered the kites flown on glass coated strings. Used to cook the glass shards in "kongkong" tins at the back lane. after cutting the barger's kite, you have to run like hell to chase it and sometimes it gets stuck on someone's roof, so you don't get it after all your hard efforts. <BR/><BR/>metal box geometric sets ? think i still see them being sold at some of the book stalls. you know what is a protractor good for ? we used to play a game where we stab the thing between our fingers (while the palm is flat on the table) at fast speeds to prove that you are not chicken. of course it's a good idea to practice with less painful items like a pencil first. hahahaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1131436805674911222005-11-08T16:00:00.000+08:002005-11-08T16:00:00.000+08:00We also carried in our school bags, our own person...We also carried in our school bags, our own personal Siamese Fighting Fish in jam jars. <BR/><BR/>Then there was also this bizarre 'watch fight' where we will lock the crown of our spring winding watches against one another, and see which one dies (stop ticking) first. <BR/><BR/>Primary school was just as competitive those days, but in a much different way than today.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1131436197744350552005-11-08T15:49:00.000+08:002005-11-08T15:49:00.000+08:00These memory lane tidbits are priceless! Should be...These memory lane tidbits are priceless! Should be a blog by itself :) <BR/><BR/>I remember that brainless but fun game we used to play in primary school. Grab a picture card each (usually Ultraman) and slam it against one another's palm. High Five style. Then the winner is decided the 'closed' or 'open' card on the floor.<BR/><BR/>The other craze was to stack up those cards and knock them down from a distance, bowling style. Using a Japanese slipper, of course. Each fella would hone his skill to perfection yet with his own terrror stance and special method of holding the slipper before it was thrown. Much like a Samurai flipping those lethal flying 'star'. <BR/><BR/>Oh yes. We did that too, but it was fashioned from a flattened F&N bottle caap, spiked and sharpened to the max. Man, we were violent those days.<BR/><BR/>I can go on about bringing pet fighter spiders to school in matchboxes and sparring kites in the skies with strings cooked in broken glass. The idea was to cut the other barger's kite string 300 ft in the air. <BR/><BR/>PS: Are those metal box Oxford Instrument set still being used in schools these days?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1131430640918159772005-11-08T14:17:00.000+08:002005-11-08T14:17:00.000+08:00I also must contribute to this nostalgia bit lah. ...I also must contribute to this nostalgia bit lah. When my family first moved to SS2 PJ, there used to be several vendors who come around in the evenings. One was a man with his bike and cart who sold "tok tok mee". He hit two sticks to make the "tok tok tok tok" sound, to announce he was in the vicinity. An elderly lady used to carry two baskets on a yoke to sell a local kuih called "faan shue taan" made with sweet potato. The kuih had ground peanut and sugar filling. She used to yell very loudly "faan shue taan". The favourite for my brothers and I was a man on bicycle. We could hear him from quite a distance away yelling "haaam yook chung!". The "chung" he sold wasn't that good but he sure got a lot of attention.<BR/><BR/>We didn't have to drive all the way to Kuala Selangor to see fireflies. There were fireflies in our backyard! <BR/><BR/>Kathrina, I remember some of those things you mentioned too. Schoolmates with pocket money bought the dolls. Some of my schoolmates and I drew our own dolls, clothes and accessories. We were so good at it, we knew how to draw the dolls so the clothes will hang properly and we could design bags for the clothes too.<BR/><BR/>TV didn't start till 5pm then. Before that was TV Pendidikan. My favourite show on TV Pendidikan was "Learning English" which had a song that went "Learning English is lots of fun, lot of fun, lots of fun... Remember the two clowns Bing and Bong? Years later, I met the actor Lim Beng Choon who played Bong :o) In some of the episodes, there was a space ship. The "space ship" was part of a house in Bangsar. That structure has been torn down now.<BR/><BR/>Trips to Ipoh was something my brothers and I looked forward to. In the evenings, my parents, uncles, aunts and cousins went into town and stood by the roadside to eat "lok lok". Fishball, seafood, quail eggs on skewers dipped into boiling soup to cook, then dipped into chili or sweet sauce before eaten.<BR/><BR/>My cousins and I used to run wild near my family house. There was a village opposite the house and the road was a dead end, so it was quite safe to play outside. We kept ourselves occupied all day catching fighting spiders, played badminton, learned to cycle, fly kite and spin tops. All male cousins there ma. Now, the whole area are shoplots. No more natural playground :-(Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1131369262282505752005-11-07T21:14:00.000+08:002005-11-07T21:14:00.000+08:00Kathrina,1. I must say I don't remember benggali r...Kathrina,<BR/><BR/>1. I must say I don't remember benggali roti or how it looks like or tastes. But I always remembered the neighbourhood kopitiam fler cutting off the crust of the bread slices before toasting them for kaya and butter. I myself didn't really mind crust or no.<BR/><BR/>2. Never used stuff like that VO5. When I had dandruff I used something that was supposedly very strong. Sebbix or something la it was called. Dandruff vanished real quick.<BR/><BR/>3. It was ice cream potong that was put in a bun was it? I thought it was normal ice cream between 2 slices of bread. <BR/><BR/>4. Never won anything worthwhile from those tikam tikam boards.<BR/><BR/>5. Flying saucer biscuits? New to me<BR/><BR/>6. Those paper dolls are still being sold today albeit more expensive.<BR/><BR/>Those Were The Days was one of the most requested songs when I was deejaying on Rediffusion. But the top of the request list was Patches by Dickie Lee.patrickteohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09590595033242017959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1131354430890239002005-11-07T17:07:00.000+08:002005-11-07T17:07:00.000+08:00How did a blog on eggs suddenly become a nostalgia...How did a blog on eggs suddenly become a nostalgia sharing session ? hehehe. Anyway, here are my additions to the nostalgia list, maybe "warga emas" like patrick cannot appreciate some of them because they are from a different era than his:<BR/><BR/>I remember.....<BR/><BR/>1)Watching He-man, Transformers, Thundercats, Silver Hawk and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, Mask and Smurfs too. <BR/><BR/>2)The days when the school nurse, comes with a list for the dentist appointment, the sound of the drilling when my friend has a fill in his tooth scared the wits out of me.<BR/><BR/>3)The packets of milk we get in primary school to encourage us to drink more milk under the "project susu" by our beloved gomen.<BR/><BR/>4)In secondary school, girls altered their school skirt to shorten it and guys will go and alter their school trousers to the then fashionable "baggy pants"!<BR/><BR/>5)During primary school days, the teacher will punish you using a ruler to hit your palm or 100 "pull ups" while holding your ears.<BR/><BR/>6)A bowl of noodles soup cost only 30c in primary school days (YEAH...AND THE BUS FARE WAS ONLY 20 CENTS THEN...:) )<BR/><BR/>7)Yaohan departmental stores used to be a favourite hangout for families during weekends. <BR/><BR/>8)In secondary school days, Bata BM Turbo school shoes were in, usually worn with very thick socks. <BR/><BR/>9)Cassette tapes and walkman were the norm. <BR/><BR/>10)Movie tickets used to cost less than RM5 <BR/><BR/>11)The goodies from Mamak shop used to be Mamee, Ka ka, Kum Kum, Ding Dang choco balls (with toys in the box), colourful hard "egg", "cigerette" chocolate, pink bottle of bubbles, and small tubes with yellow sticks to blow "more lasting" bubbles that you can pop more air in or slam it on. <BR/><BR/>12) When exams are over, the board games(e.g:Monopoly, Animal Chess), Card Games with Race Cars and Jet Planes & hand held "Game and Watch" will be all over the class room. <BR/><BR/>13) My favorite peddler was the old "ah pek" who sells ice balls, "rojak" and barbequed cuttlefish on a stick.<BR/><BR/>14) My favourite childhood games were playing "bak gu li"(marbles), seven stones, "Pepsi-Cola one two three", Police & Thief, "Kali-toi", "One Leg", "high jump" over a long rope strung together with rubber bands.<BR/><BR/>15) The best thirst quencher of all times is the yummy colourful ice tubes you can buy from provision shops. To eat them, break the "neck" between 2 sections and suck while holding the freezing tube until all the coloring fades from the ice.<BR/><BR/>16) Weapon of the day: a rubber band catapult that shoots folded paper!<BR/><BR/>17) Collectibles of the day: Ice cream sticks and soda bottle caps<BR/><BR/>18) Everyone envies the class <BR/>monitor and his/her assitant, cos they come up with the daily duty roster, giving names to teacher on who makes the most noise, and off to "detention class" for the culprits !<BR/><BR/>19) Sticker books on cartoon themes, dinasours, animals, soccer, etc. If you complete the whole book (including the rare stickers), you can win valuable items like electronic games, remote control cars and robots.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1131343938631674842005-11-07T14:12:00.000+08:002005-11-07T14:12:00.000+08:00Kathrina said...I remember...1) The Indian breadma...Kathrina said...<BR/>I remember...<BR/>1) The Indian breadman who comes around selling 'benggali roti' that is fresh from the local bakery. Best way to eat it is to steamed with loads of butter or homemade kaya. The choice part was the top crust which me and my brothers will fight for.<BR/><BR/>2) V05 shampoo for dandruff. Still remember that stuff stinks!<BR/><BR/>3) Ice cream potong which the seller places inside a bun.<BR/><BR/>4) Tikam-tikam; a game of chance where for 5 sen, you choose a piece of folded square stuck on a board. Prizes range from a stamp to RM10 cash. It was a lot of money then.<BR/><BR/>5)'Flying saucer' biscuit which is shaped like a saucer, comes a bright yellow or pink shade. Use to hurl them around like 'freezie bee'(did I spell that correct?).<BR/><BR/>6) Cut-off paper dolls which comes with two sets of clothes. For variety, we design our own cut-out clothes complete with hats, shoes and handbags. And house then between the pages of the school books. No barbie dolls, thank you.<BR/><BR/>Damn, now I've got that tune 'Those were the days' stuck in my mind..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130948817397667022005-11-03T00:26:00.000+08:002005-11-03T00:26:00.000+08:00Thank you JasonL, What else need I say. You have p...Thank you JasonL, What else need I say. You have put it so well. Thank you.<BR/><BR/>As for peeing, I think the worse I have done is lift my trousers and peed into the longkang (drain) outside my father's shop).<BR/><BR/>No, John Tak_ada-Otak, I didn't own that disco I only operated it. It was called Club 100. And since we are on the subject of disco's past, does anyone remember Arthur's Cave in the Merlin Hotel? Jackie's Bowl which was the first ever disco in the country? Time Tunnel? And more recent ones like Where Else?patrickteohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09590595033242017959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130948216296265192005-11-03T00:16:00.000+08:002005-11-03T00:16:00.000+08:00How about 80's KL disco..cave, tin mine,..i cant r...How about 80's KL disco..cave, tin mine,..i cant recall the one in Petaling street..oh yeah another one near volvo(i think own by u)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130943783398988532005-11-02T23:03:00.000+08:002005-11-02T23:03:00.000+08:00Hi Patrick,no apologies needed really.As far as th...Hi Patrick,no apologies needed really.As far as the remembrance of things and stuff in the past, we are ok.But I note that in the midst of it all, most of us have our own lamentations eg. KL has regressed, the loss of culture,character,soul, history,identity etc. as we "progress".It is also sad when even the government keeps talking about tolerance when the ideal should be acceptance.<BR/><BR/>I agree that it is not a blind nostalgia of yearning for the past, not the kind of yearning that robs us of the present, and certainly of the future just like the tragedy of Orpheus and Eurydice.<BR/><BR/>Like you said, we wish for a better place and we need to have the courage to learn from our constructions and events of the past what possibilities and choices once existed. We then draw conclusions about the consequences of our present-day choices. This in turn enables us to project a vision of the future, building upon the good foundations of the past. It is through history-making that the present is freed from necessity and the past becomes usable.<BR/><BR/>Btw, of the little girls and boys peeing in the cinema aisles - I've seen it many times, even my mum asked me to do it cos' she's doesn't want to miss any part of the movie by taking me to the restroom.Guess what I did? <BR/>Come to think of it then, it was really a privilege in that a little boy of 5 or 6 years old can actually get to use the ladies' restroom to pee without any fuss...hahaha.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130914610256590752005-11-02T14:56:00.000+08:002005-11-02T14:56:00.000+08:00Being nostalgic for the same of being nostalgic wi...Being nostalgic for the same of being nostalgic will bring about eventual decay and destruction. Sure. But we are not talking about being nostalgic here, are we? More a preservation of what foundations we were built and nurtured on so that future generations may look back, ponder, learn if there are valuable lessons to be culled, while on their way to constructing a future.<BR/><BR/>We are not wishing for a return of the past, are we? If this has come across in the postings then my sincere apologies. Wasn't meant to be.patrickteohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09590595033242017959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130914042618561892005-11-02T14:47:00.000+08:002005-11-02T14:47:00.000+08:00Someone told me this once :When people in an organ...Someone told me this once :When people in an organization ( or nation ) gets nostalgic, then it is symptomatic of deeper problems and may be the beginning of the end of that organization.<BR/><BR/>The Romantics were nostalgic. <BR/>The Victorians were, of course, nostalgic. And even those modernist artists and critics, those make-it-new avant-gardists were nostalgic. Theirs was nostalgia for a time before power corrupted art, a longing for a time and place that perhaps never existed. They wished for antiseptic designs and images that avoided representations of the recent past, yet harkened back to the Greeks. They wanted Athens minus the slavery.Today there are all gone and they remain only in history.<BR/><BR/>If that is true, then it is getting scary.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130911375755903322005-11-02T14:02:00.000+08:002005-11-02T14:02:00.000+08:00Hi lecram. Good thoughts. How much? Too much wo...Hi lecram. Good thoughts. How much? Too much would seem to be inadequate to describe the steady erosion of our country's history and soul. A true indicator of being a 'developing' country far from attaining maturity is the relentless destruction of its history, culture and diversity.patrickteohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09590595033242017959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130904777182134472005-11-02T12:12:00.000+08:002005-11-02T12:12:00.000+08:00All this talk of nostalgia has me wondering how mu...All this talk of nostalgia has me wondering how much character and culture we are losing by "trading" in what was... for the impression of progress. How much of this outward "development" is worming it's way within? Is the "face" of the country a true reflection of it's "soul"? Or is it's soul being eroded by the application of too much make-up?lecram sinunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08660546282834465597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130815692718101732005-11-01T11:28:00.000+08:002005-11-01T11:28:00.000+08:00Beware of eggs that come out from gay cock's butt....Beware of eggs that come out from gay cock's butt. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130776998345845762005-11-01T00:43:00.000+08:002005-11-01T00:43:00.000+08:00Hi Anonymous. I think I might be right. Those eg...Hi Anonymous. I think I might be right. Those eggs are selling at RM3.29 for a pack of 10. Not a dozen as I originally thought. How much did MAS pay for eggs?<BR/><BR/>Yes I do remember the Indian man carrying his wicker baskets on a pole. One basket at each end of the pole and a small stove in the middle on which sat a pot of boiling assam laksa soup. The Indian man sold nyonya kueh.<BR/><BR/>I remember also my mom buying soya sauce from vendors with big canisters. She brought her own bottles. <BR/><BR/>I am surprised nobody has mentioned bringing eggs from home to the char loay teow man to fry with the koay teow. In my days, char koay teow with egg cost 50 sen but if your brought your own you pay only 30 sen. And a bowl of curry mee at the school tuck shop (yes that was what it was called back then. Much more character than the modern canteen or cafe or food court which is what the St. Michael's Institution in Ipoh calls their tuck shop now) cost only 20 sen. Now that is saying something about my age eh?:-)patrickteohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09590595033242017959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130759009088592192005-10-31T19:43:00.000+08:002005-10-31T19:43:00.000+08:00Those "antibiotic" eggs are not RM3.29 a dozen...h...Those "antibiotic" eggs are not RM3.29 a dozen...have another look at the sign....it is RM3.29 EACH. Wow, still cheap I suppose, compared to those eggs that MAS pay for !<BR/><BR/>Talking of nostalgia, I miss the Indian man hawking kueh and asam laksa in the 3-tiered baskets carried on either end of a wooden pole and he would come round to the neighbourhood and call at each house. What about the "pak yow" man who came to the house and my Mum would get me to go out with empty bottles to buy kicap which he pumped from this metal container. Ha ha, all this goes to reveal our age....better not say anymore.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130753196757300672005-10-31T18:06:00.000+08:002005-10-31T18:06:00.000+08:00Here is a comment that I posted on Helen's site. ...Here is a comment that I posted on Helen's site. Since it has to do with this nostalgia that we are all taking here I thought I'd post it here as well. Go visit Helen (www.allofhelen.blogspot.com) and have a look at those two sisters who were the object of so many of mine and many other Ipoh flers childhood sexual fantasies:-).....<BR/><BR/>Hey Helen, thank you so much for the photos of the ngau lam sisters. The elder one looks a little worn now:-) But the younger sister, who was always my favorite still looks good. She is feisty too. Couple of years ago I visited the stall and tried to start a conversation with her and got an earful!:-) But I have to thank both the sisters for so many memories of my childhood la. I used to go to their, well it was their father's stall then, at least twice a week. Like I said I don't have such fond memories of the noodles. Just the sisters. How they have maintained their slim figures is a secret that should be marketed.<BR/><BR/>I too have many memories of the Odeon cinema. It used to be owned by the family of a girlfriend. The Odeon had special VIP boxes upstairs which had wider seats and were set away from the general seating at each side of the 'circle' seats which was the name they gave to the more expensive upstairs seats. Many a Sunday afternoon were spent snuggling in the VIP box oblivious of the flickering picture show on the screen. It is a pity that cinemas like the Odeon throughout the country have been disgracefully turned into nightclubs and worse supermarkets. Does anyone remember the two giant Dragons on either side of the Rex cinema screen? Cinemas back then had a life and character unique to each one. Unlike the clinically boring cineplexes of today.<BR/><BR/>You found the 10 Commandments boring? I went to see it 12 times! Once when I was burning with fever too. And after the movie my fever was gone. Reaffirmed my juvenile impression that God was pleased that I was there to listen to His commandments:-)<BR/><BR/>I've heard of the urban legend that little girls and boys pee'ed in the cinema aisles but I've never actually seen this being done. Well, you certainly left your mark and your scent:-)<BR/><BR/>You're right, the worse thing to happen to Ipoh was the moving of all the hawkers from their age old locations to those hawker centers. With that Ipoh lost most of its charm and character. But that's what Malaysians tend to do now. Treat the symptom but not the disease.<BR/><BR/>The thing I remember most of Theatre St. and its surroundings were the "leong sui" stalls with those slim, gorgeous "leong sui mui's" in their tight sam foo's and their enticing smiles. This was before the days of Karaoke and GRO lounges and men used to drink a lot of leong sui as an excuse to chat up the young ladies. And some of these ladies could stand up there with the best of todays's beauty queens.<BR/><BR/>Thank you, Helen for bringing back so many memories of my growing up years in Ipoh.<BR/><BR/>Ask your mom if she remembers the old fler who would go around town late at night selling steamed egg custard and yelling "Tun kai tarn" which from a distance sounded like Hum ka charn! Always got a slap from my mom when I tried to imitate him.patrickteohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09590595033242017959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130747131489677372005-10-31T16:25:00.000+08:002005-10-31T16:25:00.000+08:00About the "Indian man who travelled around selling...About the "Indian man who travelled around selling wads of soft, white vermicelli, served cold with a sprinkling of sugar on it" ..... I just remembered the name now. It is called "ma yoong" in Cantonese.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130740538311235642005-10-31T14:35:00.000+08:002005-10-31T14:35:00.000+08:00I missed the food vendors with a "kitchenette" mou...I missed the food vendors with a "kitchenette" mounted on tricycles. They pedalled around the residential areas yelling out the food they sold - wantan mee, popiah, ah pom balik, yong tau foo, rojak, curry meehoon, and chee cheong fun. One standout is the "tik tung tik tung" man - he snaps a ceramic spoon against a ceramic bowl to create the "tik tung" sound to announce his presence. He doesn't yell what food he was selling. Everyone knew it was hot "toong fun" noodle soup (glass vermicelli). My other favorite was the Indian man who travelled around selling wads of soft, white vermicelli, served cold with a sprinkling of sugar on it. Sorry, forgot the name of this treat.<BR/><BR/>I tell you, these old-style food vendors gave meaning to fast food way before McDonalds did. Day or night, they came to our houses dishing out instant, delicious food to satisfy the hungry masses. All we did was step outside our houses with bowls in hand and flagged them down.<BR/><BR/>One more thing, don't forget the vendors on motorized three-wheelers who came around to sell pork to stay-at-home moms. Wasn't life calm and relaxing back in those days instead of the mad, hectic scramble today?<BR/><BR/>I think we need to revive these old traditions which are uniquely Malaysian. Will surely cut down on unnecessary travel for lots of people going out for just a makan. Definitely good too for elder folks who cannot move around too much. Think about it - less travel means less air pollution, less traffic jams, and no need to pay parking fees.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130690121753330942005-10-31T00:35:00.000+08:002005-10-31T00:35:00.000+08:00Hey come over and see your sisters..http://allofhe...Hey come over and see your sisters..<BR/>http://allofhelen.blogspot.com/2005/10/cheong-kee-sisters.htmlHelenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00825794367899454397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130605498566888642005-10-30T01:04:00.000+08:002005-10-30T01:04:00.000+08:00HI Sherrina. Yes I do remember buying soap from t...HI Sherrina. Yes I do remember buying soap from the local sundry shop like that. They would cut you a cake of soap from a long bar according to how much you wanted. Cool system if you ask me. But of course back then it was still possible to buy just soap. I am very happy you did what you did to Isetan. We need more Malaysians like you.<BR/><BR/>While we're still on this, <BR/>Does anybody remember drinking NAAFI beer at 80 sen for a large bottle of Anchor?<BR/>When you could buy a brand new Mercedes Benz 190D for RM18,000?<BR/>When you could safely drink water from the tap?<BR/>When you could take 50 sen to school and be considered a big spender with a rich father?<BR/><BR/>Here's more on the late Mr. William Elvis Honda Tan...<BR/><BR/>His wedding on a Honda motorcycle so impressed the Honda main man that he sent him an invitation to visit Honda in Japan. Got his photo taken with the legendary Soichiro Honda and all. Of course Tan has been to Graceland I don't know how many times. Tan lived in a bungalow house sited on what is now part of the Chinese restaurant with the two giant prawns outside. Just across the road from the Hard Rock Cafe, KL. I had the privilege of visiting this house once when I was still a radio deejay on Rediffusion (the grandfather of Red 104.9 FM) It was during one anniversary of the death of Elvis. Elvis Honda Tan held a sort of memorial for the King. Tan's house was decked out like a shrine to Elvis. Elvis paraphernalia all over the place. Yes, William Elvis Honda Tan used to buy and use lots of those pre-printed request cards. Thing was William Elvis Honda Tan was the kind of guy who if he walked past you on the streets you would instinctive reach into your pockets for some small change. But he was a character. Some of us will remember him fondly.patrickteohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09590595033242017959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130581919284040612005-10-29T18:31:00.000+08:002005-10-29T18:31:00.000+08:00Ka ka ka, Aiyah Patrick, toleration not in diction...Ka ka ka, Aiyah Patrick, toleration not in dictionary. Ya lor, too bad this blog posting donch have spellcheck. Back in those days, must use actual dictionary !<BR/><BR/>But you are right, lor. Nowadays, gamen preaching tolerance. I think they should promote acceptance. Baarger, I pay taxes osso wat.Trashedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16253745273987433750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12690506.post-1130581068115995342005-10-29T18:17:00.000+08:002005-10-29T18:17:00.000+08:00my late grandma use to have a kind of soap what we...my late grandma use to have a kind of soap what we called sabun cap kapak. u can purchase it at any kedai runcit and u can decide how much do u want to buy. 30 cent means slighly small, 60 cent a bit bigger. it has strong smell too.... some call it sabun potong. not sure if it is still exist. <BR/><BR/>p/s: when did u visit Isetan KLCC? wonder if u were there during the incident (check out my blog for details:sherrina.blogspot.com)sherrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02366485297624564784noreply@blogger.com