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Visit Malaysia Year - Newton Food Court (State of Malacca)

Newton
every stall splashes its best
on the wall

Newton
Malacca's new age
hawkers

Here at Malacca Newton foodcourt is one of the model hawker's
food outlet. There are sections for Chinese, Indian and Malay food.
The Chinese cuisine can be found at the fore, the Indian at the side and the Malay at the back of the food court. Each hawker stall has his own space to showcase his food including in the form of large pictures on the wall. You see at the back of every stall, large tasteful fare such as satay, popiah, chi cheong fun, herbal soups, porridge, fried oysters, char koey tiaw among others. There are some 30 Chinese stalls,10 Malay and eight Indian stalls. The environment is clean with wooden tables and chairs, and large Chinese lanterns hanging from the ceiling. There are sections where one can dine open air styled.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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First Encounter - Najib Tun Razak

Najib Tun Razak
such big fat
palm

I stayed in Brickfields and never had I thought I would be at the same Indian restaurant with Najib the second day he was sworn in as Prime Minister. He had made it a priority to visit the Chinese and Indian sections of Kuala Lumpur to show his appreciation to the two communities. Everybody stood up when he entered the Kortumalai Indian Restaurant. When he shook hand with me, I suddenly realised that najib has such big fat palm. It is sign of prosperity for Chinese. Let's wish he could bring Malaysia to an era of prosperity.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Chinese Rocks

Transcribed by marco ferrero
Note: this is a ramones song. i used the chord file from that version.
Its the same idea.
Intro:
F g f g
Bb c bb c
F g f g
Bb c bb c
Verse 1:
F g
Somebody call me on the door
Say hey hey hey its arty home
You wanna take a walk, you wanna go cop
You wanna go get some chinese rock
Chorus:
D a g a
Im living on a chinese rock
All my best things are in hock
Im living on a chinese rock
Everything is in the pawn shop
Bridge:
F g f g
Bb c bb c
F g f g
Bb c bb c
Verse 2:
F g
The plaster fallin off the wall
My girlfriends cryin in the shower stall
Its hot as a bitch, I shouldve been rich
But Im just diggin a chinese ditch
Repeat chorus:
Bridge:
E g a e g a
D a g
E g a e g a
D a g
Verse 3:
F g
The plaster fallin off the wall
My girlfriends cryin in the shower stall
Its hot as a bitch, I shouldve been rich
But Im just diggin a chinese ditch
Repeat chorus:
D a g a
Im living on a chinese rock
Im living on a chinese rock
Im living on a chinese rock
Im living on a chinese rock
F g f g f g f

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Chinese Rock

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Chinese Rock

Somebody calls me on the phone
Say hey-hey-hey is Arty home
You wanna take a walk
You wanna go cop
You wanna go get some Chinese rock

I'm livin' on a Chinese rock
All my best things are in hock
I'm livin' on a Chinese rock
Everything is in the pawn shop

The plaster fallin' of the wall
My girlfriend cryin' in the shower stall
It's hot as a bitch
I should've been rich
But I'm just diggin' a Chinese ditch

song performed by by Ramones from End of The Century
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Malaysiana - The Malays

A rare gem sparkling in the Tropics
Longing to be appraised; a people of the Golden
Chersonese, their lingo so rich you can find
Strong traces of the whole world here!
Their land located on the crossroads between
The East and the West predestined to
Play cupid between the Orient and the
Occident, themselves the best examples
Of the romances of inter-racial nuptials,
The Malay features reflecting a rich
Variations of Arab, Thai, Indian, Chinese
As well as some Caucasian traits.
Hinduism, Buddhism and Islam successively
Swept through the archipelago, the nuances
Of which can be felt in the
Malay court rituals especially Hinduism
And Islam. The Malay people wondrusly pushed into
A wide array of world progresses and
Experiences that result in a race blessed
With a rich culture and language.
The Malay heart precipitates a dazzling
Tropical fusion tune chiming and tinkling
with varied scintillating cross cultural novelties

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Small legendery joke

Maori fella walks into a dairy and asks for a tin of cat food. Indian dairy owner says 'Oh no - I am hearing about you Maori fellows and how you put cat food into pastry and call it meat pie. Please bring cat into shop for me to see and you can have cat food'. Maori fella says 'oh man, I don't even know where the cat is right now - probably chasing birds.' Indian dairy owner says 'No cat, no cat food'.
Maori fella sulks away from shop. Same guy comes in a week later and asks for a tin of dog food for his dog. Indian dairy owner gives him the same run down, 'No dog - no doggy food'. Maori fella is really upset and storms off. He comes back a couple of days later with a big plastic bag and slams it on the counter. The dairy owner says 'Oh what is this being please' and opens the bag and is overcome by the foul stench which from the now open bag. Maori fellah says, 'It's a bag of sh*t man, I want some toilet rolls! '

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I do love Italian food. Any kind of pasta or pizza. My new pig out food is Indian food. I eat Indian food like three times a week. It's so good.

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Overweight with Food

Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!

Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.

Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!

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Chinese Table

May I join you in an hour?
The table seems laid and ready for sweet-and-sour.
The Chinese food is grand to the stomach and taste,
We dine forever in grandness, so much in haste.
For it, the Chinese bear the wife in the garden,
This is where the herbs and vegetables are to harden.
They can be great to the health,
Much more of a stealth
Can be gained in a day
Or maybe for the say.
This hour of dining is exactly allowed
For the Chinese are good when bowed.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Syrup Sponge

Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!

Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;

Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?

Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -

Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!

And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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C5H8O4NaN

If you have not acquired a taste for Chinese food?
That's perfectly okay!
I haven't strayed too far away from a piece
of fried chicken with a side order of collard greens...
Every now and then!
It was almost a 'sin' not to when I was a kid growing up!
It was an 'accepted' tradition!
When my grandmother would 'make' us eat
Her delicious treats!
'I never understood that at all!
Weren't we suppose to hate,
What she would make
Us eat? ? '
Back then?

I will say this...
You may ying and yang all you wish,
To mock those Chinese dishes.
But a recommended taste for Chinese dialogue,
May boost your future's outlook...
As well as your diet!
With or without C5H8O4NaN...
Monosodium glutamate.
As well as an enhanced appreciation for the culture!
It always helps to be somewhat prepared!
And substitutions for salt...
To add flavor,
Is available!
No greasy fatback is used in their recipes!
Most of them are steamed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Salad is Incompatible with Life

Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.

Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good

For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!

I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!

But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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For example, in Malay, there are pronunciations that are similar to Chinese.

quote by Andy Lau
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Some food

Some food is
Medicine...
Medicine is some food...
Some food is poison...
Some food is Tenson...

Some food is Fear...
Some food is lovely...
Some food is Bland...
Some food is sweety...

Some food is spicy...
Some food is nothing...
Food is not only food
A good eatable medicine...

At only some food...
Some food...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Chinese woman

When your eyes,
Meet mine,
You smile,
So fine.

The thought
Of being with you,
Excites me,
It’s all I wanna do.

Chinese woman,
I love you,
Chinese woman,
Why don’t you love me too?

Chinese woman,
Don’t go far away,
Chinese woman,
Why don’t you stay?

Every time,
You see me,
I try
to be funny.

I don’t understand,
You laugh and smile,
Yet I don’t hear from
You in a while.

Chinese woman,
I love you,
Chinese woman,
Why don’t you love me too?

Chinese woman,
Don’t go far away,
Chinese woman,
Why don’t you stay?

Days come
In and out.
Still I have
To shout.

Just so you
Look at me.
Just so you
Can see…

Chinese woman,
I love you,
Why don’t you love me too?

Chinese woman,
Don’t go away,
Why don’t you want to stay?

With me.
Chinese woman.

This poem, is actually the words to a song. I wrote them as lyrics first.

poem by Roger Naya
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China Town Work Ethic

China Town has many more business's I do say
because hard working Chinese people made it that way.
Having a good work ethic that made America strong
Chinese Americans work their business hours extra long.
Now I do patronize a Chinese Health food store
I bought herbs there and they gave me health advice galore.
So Thank the Chinese people for bringing customs and expertise
for they too have right to live the American dream.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 21,2012

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A Food For Everything!

Meals are the food for the body;
Knowledge is the food for the mind;
Meditation is the food for the spirit;
Music is the food for the love of heart;
Dreams are the food for the consciousness;
Prayer is the food for the Almighty;
Love is the food for the living heart;
Thoughts are the food for the brain;
Colourful ink is the food for the pen;
Ideas are the food for the stories;
Truth is the food for the will;
Sun’s energy is the food for the plants;
Plants are the food for the living beings;
But one man’s food is another man’s poison!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Who Dares To Take This Life From Me, Knows No Better

An important thing in living
Is to know when to go;
He who does not know this
Has not far to go,
Though death may come and go
When you do not know.

Come, give me your hand,
Together shoulder and cheek to shoulder
We'll go, sour kana in cheeks
And in the mornings cherry sticks
To gum: the infectious chilli smiles
Over touch-me-not thorns, crushing snails
From banana leaves, past
Clawing outstretched arms of the bougainvillea
To stone the salt-bite mangoes.

Tread carefully through this durian kampong
For the ripe season has pricked many a sole.

la la la tham'-pong
Let's go running intermittent
To the spitting, clucking rubber fruit
And bamboo lashes through the silent graves,
Fresh sod, red mounds, knee stuck, incensing joss sticks
All night long burning, exhuming, expelling the spirit.
Let's scour, hiding behind the lowing boughs of the hibiscus
Skirting the school-green parapet thorny fields.
Let us now squawk, piercing the sultry, humid blanket
In the shrill wakeful tarzan tones,
Paddle high on.the swings
Naked thighs, testicles dry.

Let us now vanish panting on the climbing slopes
Bare breasted, steaming rolling with perspiration,
Biting with lalang burn.
Let us now go and stand under the school
Water tap, thrashing water to and fro.
Then steal through the towkay's
Barbed compound to pluck the hairy
Eyeing rambutans, blood red, parang in hand,
And caoutchouc pungent with peeling.
Now scurrying through the estate glades
Crunching, kicking autumnal rubber leavings,
Kneading, rolling milky latex balls,
Now standing to water by the corner garden post.

III

This is the land of the convectional rains
Which vie on the monsoon back scrubbing streets
This is the land at half-past four
The rainbow rubs the chilli face of the afternoon
And an evening-morning pervades the dripping, weeping
Rain tree, and gushing, tumbling, sewerless rain drains
Sub-cutaneously eddy sampan fed, muddy, fingerless rivers
Down with crocodile logs to the Malacca Sea.

This is the land of stately dipterocarp, casuarina
And coco-palms reeding north easterly over ancient rites
Of turtle bound breeding sands.

This is the land of the chignoned swaying bottoms
Of sarong-kebaya, sari and cheongsam.
The residual perch of promises
That threw the meek in within
The legs of the over-eager fledgelings.

The land since the Carnatic conquerors
Shovelling at the bottom of the offering mountains
The bounceable verdure brought to its bowers
The three adventurers.

A land frozen in a thousand
Climatic, communal ages
Wags its primordial bushy tail to the Himalayas
Within a three cornered monsoon sea -
In reincarnate churches
And cracker carousels.
The stranglehold of boasting strutting pedigrees
And infidel hordes of marauding thieves,
Where pullulant ideals
Long rocketed in other climes
Ride flat-foot on flat tyres.

Let us go then, hurrying by
Second show nights and jogget parks
Listening to the distant whinings of wayangs
Down the sidewalk frying stalls on Campbell Road
Cheong-Kee mee and queh teow plates
Sateh, rojak and kachang puteh
(rediffusion vigil plates)
Let us then dash to the Madras stalls
To the five cent lye chee slakes.

la la la step stepping
Each in his own inordinate step
Shuffling the terang bulan.
Blindly buzzes the bee
Criss-crossing
Weep, rain tree, weep
The grass untrampled with laughter
In the noonday sobering shade.

Go Cheena-becha Kling-qui Sakai

Has it not occurred to you how I sat with you
dear sister, counting the chicking back of the
evening train by the window sill and then
got up to wind my way down the snake infested rail
to shoo shoo the cows home to brood
while you gee geaed the chicks to coop
and did we not then plan of a farm
a green milking farm to warm the palm
then turned to scratch the itch over in our minds
lay down on the floors, mat aside
our thoughts to cushion heads
whilst dug tapioca roots heaped the dream
and we lay scrapping the kernel-less
fiber shelled coconuts

O Bhama, my goatless daughter kid
how I nursed you with the callow calves
those mutual moments forced in these common lives
and then, that day when they sold you
the blistering shirtless sun never flinching
an eye, defiant I stood caressing your creamy coat
and all you could say was a hopeless baaa..a..aa
and then, then, that day as we came over the mountains
two kids you led to the thorny brush, business bent
the eye-balling bharata natyam

O masters of my fading August dream
For should you take this life from me
Know you any better
Than when children we have joyously romped
Down and deep in the August river
Washing on the mountain tin.

Now on the growing granite's precipitous face
In our vigilant wassail
Remember the children downstream playing
Where your own little voices are speechless lingering

Let it not be simply said that a river flows
to flourish a land
More than that he who is high at the source
take heed:
For a river putrid in the cradle is worse
than the plunging flooding rain.

And the eclectic monsoons may have come
Have gathered and may have gone
While the senses still within torrid membranes

thap-pong
thap-poooooong
thap-pong

Glossary of Vernacular Terms

Notes to « Who dares to take this life from me, knows no better »
I - line: 9 - sour kana: dried, salted seed of local fruit, taken as a ‘sweet'.
10 - cherry sticks: finely chopped end of the thin branch of the cherry tree, used as tooth-brush.
12 - touch-me-not-thorns: commonly growing thorn brush, hugging the ground, with leaves highly sensitive to the touch.
14 - bougainvillea: flowering tropical plant with large bright-coloured bracts covered with thorns.
15. - mangoes: fleshy fruit with big seed, yellowish-red skin colour, eaten either ripe or green with salt.
16. - durian: towering East-Indian tree bearing a large heavily-spiked oval fruit containing pulp notable for its fetid smell.
16. - kampong: native Malay village.

II - line:
1. - la la la tham'-pong: form of ceremonious uttering employed by children when choosing sides to a game.
5. - joss sticks: Chinese incense sticks, of fragrant tinder mixed with clay, plentiful at a funeral.
7. - hibiscus: shrub cultivated as hedge or fence at schools, etc., and flower of a blood- red hue, the Malayan national flower.
15. - lalang: (imperata cyclindrica) aggressive weed flourishes by means of its underground runners, a sword-like posture, pricks the skin, found almost everywhere in Malaya.
18. - towkay: Chinese form of address for proprietor or landed gentry in Malaya.
20. - rambutan: amongst the finest fruits of the East, is a widely cultivated Malayan fruit, with varieties dark red in appearance and covered with hair-like growths- like a Gorgon-head.
20. - parang: heavy Malay sheath-knife.
24.- latex: sticky milky fluid of rubber plant.

III - line:
7. - sampan: a small rowing-boat of Chinese origin, a common feature of Malayan rivers.
9. - dipterocarp: biggest and tallest tree of the Malayan jungle variety.
9. - casuarinas: quick-growing Australian and East-Indian tree found mostly on Malayan beaches, with jointed leafless branches resembling gigantic horse-tails.
13. - sarong-kebaya: Malay women's two-piece national costume.
- sari: Indian women's main garment of wear.
- cheongsam: Chinese one-piece dress with high slits up the sides of thighs.

IV - line:
2. - jogget: modern Malay dance of Latin variety.
3. - wayang: Malay word for show; here referring to Chinese opera.
4. - Campbell Road: popular street in Kuala Lumpur, famous for Chinese food stalls,
open deep into the night.
5. - Cheong-Kee: name of famous Chinese caterer.
- mee, queh teow: varieties of Chinese-Malayan fried noodle dishes.
6. - sateh, rojak: two popular highly spiced Malay varieties of food.
- kachang puteh: Malay for fried ground nuts.
7. - rediffusion: radio station offering ceaseless music in all the vernacular for the better part of the day and night in the capital Kuala Lumpur.
8. - Madras stall: Chinese food and drink stalls in the capital's Chinatown.
9. - lye chee: popular Chinese cool sobering drink, served with the flesh of the fruit of the same name and its juice.
12. - terang bulan: popular lilting Malay melody, now the theme of the national anthem of the newly-formed independent Federation of Malaya.
15. rain tree: (enterolobium saman, mimosacene) whose Malay name is ‘Hujan-hujan', though not a native tree is now widely grown along streets and in gardens, characteristic tree of Malaya today.
18. - Cheena-becha - derogative reference to the Chinese.
- K'ling-qui: derogative reference to the Indians.
- Sakai: derogative reference to the Malays.

V - line:
12. - tapioca: (cassava) quick-growing plant with edible tuberous roots. Staple diet of Malayans during the Second World War.
15. - Bhama: name of one of the spouses of Krishna, the Hindu God; here refers to an orphaned kid I raised as a pet in my childhood.

VI - line:
1. - August dream: Independence granted to the Federation of Malaya on 30th August 1957.
20. - thap-pong, etc.: rhythmic sound of the Malay indigenous drum in slow tempo, spaced out deliberately, and to which beat the Malays perform their national dance, the Ronggeng.

(©: T. Wignesan - Heidelberg,1957; from Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: Rayirath Publications,1961.ISBN 978-2-904428-00-5)

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I love chinese food! !

I love chinese food, and chinese food loves me,
but in my imaginary land, i am the queen.

The clouds there are orange chicken, the grass is chow mein,
I love my land, mostly because there's no candy canes.

The mountains are huge potsickersand the trees are eggrolls,
whatever I'm craving it falls into a bowl.

It doesn't fall in big, it falls in small,
I'll tell you how small, as small as a golf ball.

It rains soy sauce, and the bushes are broccoli,
the beef is a part, and that part is it's berries.

Whenever go there, it's always fun,
so next time I go, you should really come.

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Market Day

There’s a market in our town, two days a week.
It’s nice to have a browse and take a quick peek.
There’s a riot of colours up and down the street,
And mouth-watering smells from all the food to eat.

There’s an explosion of different sights and sounds,
And dozens of people are leisurely milling around.
At the market, there’s always a great atmosphere,
And there’s nothing for sale there which is too dear.

A mobile van serves up spicy German bratwurst,
Plus a variety of different drinks to quench your thirst.
On one stall, they sell leather purses and handbags:
Cheap ones, plus designer ones, for the would-be WAGs.

In his mobile truck, a rotund butcher chops up some meat:
He promises his customers that his prices can’t be beat.
There’s a stall which sells low price pet supplies.
This is always a big attraction for the penny wise.

Hoping that none of his food will end up in the waste,
The Mediterranean food stall holder offers a free taste.
There are crisps and cakes stacked in crates,
Which are not long off of their sell by date.

From yet another stall, drifts an amazing perfumed smell.
They sell a variety of novelty soap and bath bombs as well.
A Jeweller displays a variety of items made of silver and gold.
He also buys any old unwanted jewellery, if it is being sold.

Then, of course, there’s the doughnut man –
Of this particular stall, I’m a very big fan!
Each market trader has their own unique call,
Trying to attract the customers to their stall.

They brave all weathers – the heat and the freezing cold,
Hoping that, by the close of day, their wares will be sold.
At the end of the day, there are real bargains to be found,
Such as a box of mixed fruit or veg for only a pound.

Come late afternoon, they pack up after a long day.
They load up their vans and are soon on their way.
When they have all gone, all that is left is a space,
And, of the market, there isn’t left a single trace.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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