Saturday, March 22, 2008

Delivery Services - old and new


Says who dial-a-number delivery service is the thing of the fastfood world, a bicycle with a big rattan bucket reminds us the good-old-days and and the forever eco-friendly way
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Morning of Good Friday


Hong Kong public celebrates Good Friday and Easter Monday with a long weekend. It was 9am in the morning on a Friday and the usually busy and crowded Wanchai is exceptionally quiet.
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Wanchai Street eat


Fried noodles, tempura vegetables, roast sausages, beef brisket, dipped fish balls and squids and little egg tarts for desserts.
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Saturday, March 15, 2008

Breakfast Hong Kong style

Am starting a project in Hong Kong. My hotel is located at Lockhart Street . This is busy street with night clubs, small local eateries, expensive restaurants and traditional shops selling cements and sands. Every morning I walk past this 24 hour night clubs to head towards my congee shop for breakfast. Loud music blasts without discretion at the busy pedestrians. Sometimes one or two customers seen limping out of the pubs with shirts tucked out and a senseless smile. Some of the ladies of the night are seen going home as the morning shifts begin.

The small congee shop at the end of the block is bustled with activities. Office going crowds lined up at the front of the shops purchasing “cheong fun” packed in styrofoam bowls. The shop is run by several older men and their waitresses are not exactly young either. The older women are grand masters of multi-tasks shuffling between welcoming customers, wiping tables, giving changes and shouting orders. One younger men however were seen mending the hot wok transforming white soft dough to crispy golden fried “ yao char kwai”. At the other side of the shop another younger men whipping up bowls after bowls of congee. He was so focused that he hardly looked up. The ladder in his hand moved like octopus arm dipping in a large hot steaming pot and out a bowl of steamy yummy pork and century egg congee.

Both younger men shared the same facial features as the older men and women in the shops and I suspect this could be a family business of two older brothers. The younger men could be their sons. In a small with size less than my apartment, it is packed with people. I always have to negotiate my way in and count myself lucky if I have the small table to myself. In Hong Kong it is customary to share your small table with strangers.

I tried the “char leong”, yao char kwai wrapped in steaming cheong-fun, and dressed up with generous squirts of light soy sauce and generous dashes of sesame. Here is the picture of the “char leong”

Sunday, March 09, 2008

BN woke up to strange bed fellow the morning after

On Saturday night, the lights on the right side of the picture represented the jubilation of the opposition party celebrating their win of Lembah Pantai.
However an awkward silence followed the morning after. I have never experienced such a silent Sunday noon in the city of Kuala Lumpur. Police has banned all celebration prior to the voting day, but even the opposition supporters are shocked with the outcome of the election

9:47pm at Kg Kerinchi when the news broke

I had a good sense of the polling result when the police cars were called in at around 9:30pm. At 9:47pm it was announced the people of Lembah Pantai has chosen the 27 year old Nurul Izzah Anwar , the eldest daughter of Anwar. Cars honking, folks cheering, motorbikers riding with flags and large posters of Nurul. Sister S asked if I have stocked enough food just in case of riots. I wonder if it is food or the tolerance that will be needed for the next 4 years when BN, PKR, DAP and PAS are scrambling to manage our economy, our livelihoods and our country's future.

Kampung Kerinchi on March 8, 2008

Barisan on the left and PAS and PKR on the right of the only road leading to the polling station. The crowds are gathering for a different reason. It is not for soccer this time. It is Nurul vs Sharizat. The school on the right is polling station Lembah Pantai code 121/00/10. Supporters chanting, cheering at incoming voters while the dark-blue suited policemen stood in between the two dividing sides of the street with arms at the back.

Sharizat has many new posters featuring her slogan "Inspirasi mu, Missi Ku" with images showing her loving side with old nannies, young babies and common people. She has been a functioning minister but there is a bigger picture that common people are demanding immediate actions on.

Don Quixote - an admirable hero or a self-inflicted fool?

It was almost midnight when I arrived. Most office buildings at Central Hong Kong Business district have their lights out but the roads are busy bustling with speeding taxis and huge party-going limo.

I am here to diffuse a resistance that is threatening to grind a business change project to a halt. Personally I don't think Hong Kong people will have problem to cope with changes. They are survivors judging from the history, culture and resilence that this island has proven to the world. It is the universal human thirst for power and control.

The drama that the resistance created in this project reminds me of Don Quixote attacking the windmills - tragic and courageous though in a futile way, I ponder as I stand in front of the queit Kowloon night. May be even a fighting beast needs a rest.

May this project finally emerges as calm and peaceful like this night. Amen.