TALES from the tropical rainforest, at the foot of the Malaysian main mountain range. Take a break, come over and join me for a cuppa, and stay a while, will 'ya - coffee, tea, even chlorophyll, s'il vous plait
Regret ----------------------------------> Love / Prayer
I have moved on. I have transformed my heartaches and feelings of hopelessness and sorrow to love, forgiveness, and hope. (No, I didn't do it on my own - I'm not that smart - I did it with the help of my blogger friends - your kindness, your prayers. You know who you are. And you know that I'm eternally grateful).
If I can do it, so can you.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything they have.
The Farm received a spate of visitors during the fruit season.
I had the pleasure of hosting blogger Wan Sharif and his wife. Wan blogs at Minyak Gaz, often sharing religious articles and wisdom. He is no stranger to The Farm as he comments frequently. But that was the first time we met in person. We shared many stories, and quite a lot of durians and rambutans. I was so excited and a little weary from lack of sleep that I forgot to take any photo of the happening! Which is a pity really as I would love to show you the gleaming red Mini Cooper (MG?) that the couple arrived in.
We then had Auntie Nor and friends, Irwan and Nadia (Irfan's parents),
and their friends.
This time everyone had his/her Canon or Blackberry or I-Phone, so I have plenty of photos to show you. Here are some of them:
Irfan asked me this morning, "Ma, how do we eat rake and sun?" I replied, "You can't eat those?" He replied back, "Caaaaaaan. Replace the 'r' with 'c' and the 's' with 'b' so you get cake and bun. Can eat wot?"
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Another Award my way!
My dear friend Gary, owner and co-writer (sometimes Penny, his Jack Russell and modest internet star co-writes) of the blog klahanie, has bestowed me this classic Award:
I should probably enter this under 'U', but patience is not my virtue. Besides there are millions out there who stand to benefit from this amazing discovery, why should I wait any longer?
A plant known as TONGKAT ALI (Eurycoma longifolia) has been growing peacefully deep in the Malaysian jungle for many years, until one day somebody discovered that it can do more than cure malaria and diabetes: it can give Viagra makers a run for their money!!
School children nowadays have it easy with the Objective system: multiple choice answers are given - they only need to choose which they think is the right answer. During my time we had to 'prove' everything.
In primary school shortly after the war I enjoyed and always looked forward to the three 'R' classes: Reading, (W)'Riting, and (A)'Rithmetic. Then the Arithmetic got more complex as we were introduced to Geometry and Algebra.
What do these three totally unrelated and completely different things have in common?
They are all found at the night market, the subject of my letter 'N'.
My old faithfuls had all read about them, but as the A-Z Challenge brings me new friends and followers (and I'm out of ideas and rather desperate for time for my 'P'), I thought I pull them together in one post.
I want to thank and extend a BIG WELCOME to The Farm to all my new followers - hope you'll have a fun time here.
I am writing this from a South-East Asian perspectives, specifically those of Malaysia and Thailand, where the night market is a phenomenon. It is perhaps in Indonesia too. I'm not sure about the Philippines, may be readers from there can enlighten us.
Before the advent of supermarkets and megamalls, all the marketing (of fish, meat, vegetables and other stuff required for the kitchen) were done at the wet market, also known as the fish market. These markets are literally wet, from melted ice used to keep the fish fresh, and from rain blown inwards by strong gushes of wind.
They are noisy too. Fishmongers scream all the time, trying to outdo one another in attracting customers to their stalls. Bargaining is also done at high pitch, if only because the buyer and seller can't hear themselves talk. If a classroom is noisy the teacher normally reprimands the pupils by telling them that the class has turned into a fish market.
Once upon a time during the Gung-ho days of rat race and climbing the corporate ladder, the powers that be in England decided the location of our annual convention to be Mombasa - an hour flight from Kenya's capital Nairobi.
The big boss had either ran out of venues or had not been to the African Safari, I thought. We did have an office in Capetown*, but not in East Africa, so what other reason could there be for transporting his team three- quarter way around the world.
*(Sadly our colleague from South Africa was not allowed to attend the meeting - it was at the height of apartheid then).
As the only attendee from the Far East to these meetings I was excited at the prospect of seeing a giraffe in person. The problem however was how to get from this end of the world to the other.
I am still groggy from this. The problem with me is even if I had just a couple of hours sleep during the night, my body's alarm clock goes off at 6 a.m, no matter what. So I'll be up, whether I like it or not. If I don't have anything important to do I'll probably take a short nap later.
This morning I'll put this waking up time to good use. There's something I must share with you: The name Deirdra Eden conjures up a mystical image of a princess in fairyland. Well, once upon a time this stunningly beautiful princess came over to this blog and penned this:
"Love THIS!!! I love your site and as I browsed your blog I decided to award you the Inspiring Blog Award. Go to http://astorybookworld.blogspot.com/p/awards.html and pick up your award. ~Deirdra"
I was of course pleasantly surprised, another Award coming my way - way to go Grandpa!
The Award is pretty too (designed by Deirdra herself - a pretty girl who can draw pretty pictures, ain't that nice?):
Now doesn't that look like a fairytale pic? THANK YOU Dierdra for the beautiful Award.
I have related this one before - when I first started this blog. For the benefit of new readers and followers I'm telling it again.
One day I was teaching our son, then about four or five, the anatomy of a goat, guided by a big outline picture of the animal. Each time I pointed to a part of the animal and said out what it was my son would follow suit.
When I said "leg" he would say "leg". On and on we went from one anatomy to another. When we came to the head I pointed to the sharp protrusion on the head and said "horn". He pressed his little finger to the horn and said loudly: "Pon!", "Pon!"
Fast forward some thirty years, his wife asked their four year old son: "What is lembu?"
(Lembu is cow in Malay). He said "I don't know"
Mother: "I'll give you a clue - Moooo.....?"
Son: "Muruku!" (Murukku is an Indian savory snack made from rice flour).
The temptation is enormous to go for G for Gerund.
But in the age of sms'es and short-cut text messages where lol and imho are quite freely used, I wonder if talking about what requires a possessive case and when to use the objective case would be of any use. I'm not sure if attempting to differentiate between a verbal participle and a gerund would be of any interest to my readers.
The appeal factor is questionable.
On the other hand I am fairly certain of the (sex) appeal of Ginseng and Gear Box Soup. So let's go with these, shall we:
You know it's a matter of time before I come to this. Durian was the obvious choice for 'D' but it had to give way to Dusty. Then this idea hit me which allows me to still talk about my favorite fruit, under 'F' instead.
What is better than Durian? Fermented Durian of course! That's not a direct comparison though. It's kinda like: You like to eat grapes but you enjoy the wine better. Except in this case it's reversed: The main staple is fresh Durian, but fermented it'll make great accompaniment to your meals of steamed rice and other dishes.
Fermented Durian is known locally and in Indonesia as Tempoyak. It is added to sambal chilli or pounded chilly paste and mixed with your rice and eaten with fish (normally salted fish), ulam (salads of raw cucumbers and other shoots). It improves the taste of the food and your appetite a hundred folds.
She is sensitive to my nuances. I think she knows when I'm in pain too. I can see it in her eyes.
When we are alone together all she does is stare at me. Oh, those deep brown eyes!
She doesn't say a word. She lets me do all the talking. I like to talk in complete sentences, in whatever language I choose. With her I get to complete my sentences, no matter how long they are.
I think she misses me all the time - whether I'm gone for a day or for a whole week.
Camouflage is a method of crypsis or hiding. It allows an otherwise visible organism to remain unnoticed by blending with its environment.
Cryptic coloration is the most common form of camouflage. It is very common in the animal world. Humans adopt the same strategy in warfare by having combat soldiers wear the colors of the jungle and cover themselves with jungle foliage.
I think it was Bob Hope who said: "You know you are getting old when the candles cost more than the cake"
But we all love birthdays don't we?
I'm terribly busy collecting them durians, but no way I'm gonna miss my A-Z Challenge - not on the second day anyway. So I had to pass this task to a guest writer. May I present to you grandson Numero Uno:
My first love, my vocation, and now my hobby and a source of income and endless pleasure.
It is also the inspiration and the source of materials for this blog.
I've found this place in the wilderness and made it my home. To all participants of A to Z Blogging Challenge I welcome you to The Farm. Please feel free to browse my older posts and discover exotic fruits, tall tales and the goings-on in the every day life in the tropical rain forest.