Category Archives: Malaysia

Malaysia

The Haze & the Heatwave I: Tonkatsu by Wa Kitchen

We have been cooped up at home all weekend, quite nearly. The heat is overwhelming. Whether Malaysia is considered tropical or equatorial, our friends from other shores often assume it’s paradise on earth to live in a land of eternal summer, all year long, year after year. But there is summer and there is summer

24 Seasons of Drums

We love the sound of Chinese New Year. Be it the joyous crash of a gong ringing in the new year or the cheerful babble of a chorus of cheongsam-ed songstresses, there is nothing quite like the music of prosperity and good will. Yet every year brings something new and every year a surprise. I

Rain on My Parade

It’s been raining every day, even on weekends. When it rains on weekend mornings, one rejoices for one can slip back under one’s bedcovers and slumber on for a few more minutes… or hours, even. The weather is just too perfect not to. But when it rains during the work week, there is a collective

Bowl Me Over

It has not been long since we first met, but with you, it’s forever and it’s not enough, never enough; I want more than right now with you, I always want more cos you still bowl me over. . . . SOONG KEE Beef Ball Noodles • Lot 10 Hutong, Lower Ground Floor, Lot 10,

Rain-washed

  Rain-washed streets below I watch all of you pass by Where you go, and why? . Copyright © 2010 Kenny Mah Ying Fye. Photograph: “Walking in the rain…” by Chobonaut. For Msiagirl, haiku pixie and friend of the five elements.

The Ballad of the Sang Har Meen & the Beef Hor Fun

The girls have abandoned us. It’s Deepavali, they tell us, over a phone call, over text messages and private tweets, we have got things to do and places to be. We have got new sarees to wrap around our lithesome waists and festive bindis to anoint upon our pretty little foreheads. We have coconut trees

Ad Hog (or How The Babitarians Anonymous Got Their Groove Back)

The road leading up to the restaurant is surprisingly well-paved and free from pot-holes despite the factories that line either side. This is a little out of the way, not our usual neighbourhood, but perhaps that is appropriate, given the occasion. This could well be the last meeting of the Babitarians Anonymous. Membership has been