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CM’s Food Porn #87 – Kachang Puteh Or In English – Nuts Sold Traditionally

In lil red dot, in the 1960s up to 1980s, the Indian Kachang Puteh Man would be selling a pushcart filled with nuts cooked in the traditional Indian style.

Parked usually outside a cinema or a shop front, this Kachang Puteh Stall (*literally translated to mean white peanuts), would sell a variety of nuts such as salted broad beans, green peas, boiled peanuts, salted peanuts and lentils.

What was unique is that he would use recycled paper from office printed A4 size paper, paper from telephone directly and roll it into a cone to hold the type of nuts you choose to buy.

My parents told me it started out at $0.10 a cone (*about a palm full of nuts) and slowly it went up to $0.30 & to $0.70.

Today, CM said he paid $3.50 for a small plastic packet and the Kachang Puteh Man is now the Kachang Puteh Woman.

Below is a packet of kachang puteh which is peanuts fried in sugar coated batter. It is addictive and cinema goers can really enjoy several packs at one go!

It is a dying trade. People buy it from these dwindling hawkers as it is a novelty of traditional feel.

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Addiction

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New Way Of Punishment For Kids

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A Laugh Before My Bedtime

A farmer drove to a neighbor’s farmhouse and knocked at the door.

A boy, about 9, opened the door. “Is your dad or mom home?” said the farmer.

“No, they went to town.”

“How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?”

“No, he went with Mom and Dad.”

The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other,and mumbling to himself.

“I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one, or I can give Dad a message.”

“Well,” said the farmer uncomfortably, “I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It’s about your brother Howard getting my daughter Suzy pregnant!!”

The boy thought for a moment… “You would have to talk to Dad about that. I know he charges $500 for the bull and $50 for the pig, but I don’t know how much he charges for Howard.”

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My Good Doctors

My medical life would be a disaster if I did not have genuinely good doctors.

It is often commented by people I know that their doctors are merciless when it came to bills and did not give them the warmth or comfort they needed when ill. It was a clinical experience at most was their common feedback.

I am relieved that throughout my stay at Bates Motel, my panel of specialist doctors have taken extremely kind and careful care of me throughout.

This upcoming stay at Bates Motel, I will be sorting some medical issues that I have been putting aside for a while on account of work.

I am still feverishly trying to complete a portion of work so that I can be admitted in Bates Motel knowing that major projects are done and that I need not worry unnecessarily of outstanding items.

I am also quickening steps to conclude on personal business for my parents, not forgetting that before I leave for Bates Motel, I will ensure that my parents’ medical appointments are done till the next wave in August.

My mum asked me what will she do if I am in hospital and there is no follow up. All the information is with me. I assured her that she has 2 other children and so, do rely on them.

If I die, someone has to take over right?

I was frustrated of course.

I texted my 2 idiotic siblings and appointed the eldest to take over should I die in hospital and forwarded all the communications for her to follow up from.

As usual the only brother I have and literally now disliked, is silent.

I hate it when everyone else in the sibling tree is allowed an excuse to ignore their parents and is acceptable by their parents but I am not allowed to be excused to enter Bates Motel for medical treatment.

I feel hurt.

My entire life is always on hold for my parents, and now even at the risk of medical treatment.

I cannot believe the gravity of selfishness till now and I now understand that people can be genuinely selfish, regardless of blood lines.

The only people who would care for me are my doctors. Yes, they may be paid a fee but they have genuine care and concern for me which is most appreciated by me.

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Practical 85 Year Old

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Perfect Husband

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Feeling A Tinge Of Evil?

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All About House, MD Versus MR EX (Reflections)

Hugh Laurie plays a fantastic diagnostician in House M.D. Cynical, brilliant but with little social skills or graciousness.

I would say brusque to a certain extent. His love for solving puzzles seems obsessive but he is focused on nothing, but solving a medical issue. Would such a character make a good friend? You either love or hate such a chap.

MR EX claims a self diagnosed ADHD condition. I call it “ants in his pants” as he thinks he is omnipresent.

MR EX is unlike House as he does not solve problems but dumps problems and or accuses others as the problem.

MR EX bites off more than he can chew really but does not realise it as he needs to feel important – the source and wealth of information – a “God like persona” I would say.

MR EX embraces praise, applause and people around him telling him how “good or great or fantastic” he is. Quite like the Emperor’s New Clothes syndrome!

Unfortunately I told MR EX I hate GOD! I hate GOD because HE sent me MR EX who spout untruths or as House would say “everybody lies”.

ME EX can fib without batting an eyelid. You will need to practice good listening and hearing what MR EX says and be a good diagnostician like Gregory House to piece the puzzle to realise that you must discount 99.9% of what MR EX says or claims as “truths” as you can catch MR EX tripping on his “truths”.

Yup, I am in spiritual limbo folks. I listen and read Buddhist teachings, I learn and hear of Taoist beliefs and respect all deities. I believe in co-existence.

MR EX insists he is a staunch Christian and he had little respect for other religions. I explained to him the need to respect others. It fell on deaf ears! Whenever I needed help, MR EX made himself scarce. But if he needed help, my mobile device does not understand “busy” as it keeps ringing non stop. I never remembered MR EX saying thanks for things I assisted him in.

MR EX I suspect may have inferior complex as he sees the need for dramatics to match his level of achievement in society. I believe in simplicity and have no need for riches. I save pennies for a rainy day and try to live frugally.

MR EX chided me once by saying that “small” savings lead me no where. I wonder what does the saying “tiny drops of water makes a mighty ocean” means.

He opines that a few hundred bucks is tiny! Such tiny values do make big impact on the poor who worries about daily livelihood.

I differed in my views with him on basic needs most times. In fact a whole lot of things.

So, should I love or hate him or both? I did both, now that I reflect back!

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The Meaning Of Retired

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