Wednesday 31 December 2014

Breakfast @ Restoran Blue Sky, Falim

For the past two weeks or more, it has been raining non-stop. Every morning we woke up to the sound of rain. The sky gray, the whole atmosphere dull and gloomy. Every where is wet.

This morning I woke up feeling cold and hungry. Looking forward for blue sky to cheer us up and desiring a hearty breakfast, we drove to Restoran Blue Sky in Falim for our breakfast.

It was still drizzling when we arrived. It looked like the rain did not stop the early birds like us from coming out for our breakfast.
Restoran Blue Sky is located near Fresh Hotel and two lanes away from Restoran Mandarin Kitchen. Address: Jalan Mas 1, Falim, Ipoh.
I ordered a cup of black coffee without sugar to perk me up and my hubby a glass of hot Chinese Tea.
My hubby ordered his favourite curry mee with all the ingredients added.
This cost MYR 5.00 (approx. 1.22 USD).
I ordered my favourite, fried char kueh with plenty of taugeh, chai poh, chili sauce and egg. This cost MYR 3.30 (approx. 0.81 USD).

After our hearty breakfast, we went out and were greeted by clear blue sky. Full stomachs, happy hearts!

Today I want to take this opportunity to express my heartfelt thanks and appreciation to all my faithful followers of my blog since day one. You all have been so kind and always leaving encouraging comments.

Thanking God for you and praying your new year is blessed in every way.

Tuesday 30 December 2014

Colourful And Eye-Catching Trash Bins In Ipoh New Town

When we were walking down memory lane and snapping photos that were posted in my previous post, it was my friend, Sam, who noticed and remarked about these beautifully painted trash bins. Indeed, they are very colourful and eye-catching trash bins.
The artists who painted these trash bins did a very good job to make-over these plain, boring bins into something attractive and interesting, that we would want to take photos of them for our album.
Trash bins are provided or make available to encourage people to use them instead of littering or dirtying the place.
Without these trash bins to keep the trash from stray dogs, rubbish will be strewed all over the place.
Trash bins are dirty, smelly and no one wants to go near them. They are neglected, avoided, shunned and rejected.
If possible no one wants to have anything to do with them. Only those who need to throw rubbish and the collectors have to go near them.
It is interesting to have these trash bins getting the attention of the artists, spending time and resources to paint and turned them into attractive, interesting items.
Instead of being eye-sores, they are being transformed into beautiful, eye-catching items worthy to be photographed.
These trash bins were created for a purpose, which they could not reject. Whether we humans realized or appreciated them or not, they have helped to keep our towns, cities and residential areas free from litter.

It is along the lane behind this humble bus stop, that we found all the attractive, eye-catching trash bins. Hidden from public view but faithfully serving their purpose.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.
Like one from whom men hid their faces he was despised,
and we esteemed him not.

Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows,
yet we considered him stricken by God,
smitten by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
(Isaiah 53:2b-5, New International Version-NIV)

Monday 29 December 2014


One late evening as we were driving on Jalan Sultan Iskandar, formerly Hugh Low Street, I noticed some activities going on behind the bus stop. It was an empty lot between the shop houses. I couldn't see clearly as it was getting dark, it looked like some renovation or painting work was going on there.
Few days later my ex-colleagues and I had a breakfast date. We are four retirees, appreciating and enjoying our thirty over years of friendship.
As we were driving through Hugh Low Street to the old town, I remembered what I saw few evenings earlier. Wanting to satisfy my curiosity, I slowed down and pulled my car over to the road side near the bus stop to have a look. We saw some paintings on the wall.
Being Ipohites, these four retirees (my friends and I) have not seen all the wall murals even though many tourists from far and near, have visited our city, to see and take photographs, both in new and old town of Ipoh. Since we had a parking lot for my car just beside the bus stop, we might as well take this opportunity to see and snap some photos of these wall murals.
This is the first painting that greeted us. This and some others were painted on the 14 December 2014 (Sunday)! So this was what attracted my attention on that particular evening. Walking down memory lane, yes, that was how we felt as we strolled down the back lane between Jalan Sultan Iskandar (formerly Hugh Low Street) and Jalan Masjid.
Looking at these paintings reminded us of our childhood days. This painting with the animals brought back memories of the time when my mom used to rear pigs, ducks, chickens and I had a pet dog and a cat. I also had a big tank of colourful fishes which my brother-in-law bought for me.
Besides us, there were two or three people taking photos. They must have heard us relaying our stories of the good old days as we moved from painting to painting, clicking pictures with our mobile phones.
A game of hide and seek to keep us kids out of trouble. Those days, we do not have smart phones, computers or play station games, but we do have many friends and wonderful time playing together.
In our younger days, we were allowed to play with our friends without any adult having to keep a watchful over us. Those were safer days when we could be out of the house playing somewhere without our parents worrying about us.
As we reminisced our childhood days, we recalled the games we used to play. There were no restrictions, boys and girls of all races playing together, enjoying ourselves.
Blowing soap bubbles was one of the games. Who can blow the biggest bubble?
We also played this game. Our version: "Mother hen protecting its chicks from the predator."
Another game that we loved to play - we were able to jump in unison and we could do it so well, counting to the hundreds to beat our opponents!
These colourful fishes are "fighting fishes". I too kept these fishes as pets. This fishes have to be kept separately, one in each bottle, to protect from one another, that's why they are called "fighting fishes". We would place the glass bottle side by side and when the fishes see their opponents, they would spread open their fins and tails, ready to attack. Sometimes, they would be placed in the same bottle for the real fight to take place. The one with the least wounds on its body is the champion. When my sons were small boys, they too have fighting fishes as pets.
How wonderful to feel young again, reliving our childhood days, carefree and innocent without a care in the world like these little children. Everyone has their own childhood stories to tell.
Hurray to my dear friend! I would love to join her to play this hopscotch game but I need to catch this meaningful and memorable moment with my camera! Well done and thank you, my sporting friend for these beautiful photos.
Looking back, I am grateful and thankful, that in spite of all the hardship, I had a "rich" childhood, able to enjoy all these games with my childhood friends. Together, we played marbles, flied kites, climbed up fruit trees, catching spiders, dragonflies, fishes, gathering termite nests and earthworms to feed ducklings and chicks. We have gone into rubber estates to collect dried branches and carried them home on bicycles that were bigger and heavier than us.
These are just a few of my childhood experiences. Indeed, it was a very rich and meaningful childhood, filled with bitter, sweet memories which contributed to what I am today. All the more to praise and give glory to our LORD for my life's journey.
DURIANS! Oh, I love durian fruits, can never have enough of these irresistible, enticing, exotic durians. For durian haters, the smell is overpowering and revolting.

Here, I would like to thank all the artists that contributed to the wall murals for reviving our childhood memories.
Sunday, 14 December 2014, 10 am at Jalan masjid - Launching of "Mural Art's Lane" by the Ministry of Tourism and Culture, Perak.

Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall; but those
who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
(Isaiah 40:30-31, New International Version-NIV)

Sunday 28 December 2014


The phones started ringing, invitations were extended and all those invited from far and near made preparation to attend this happy and joyous occasion.
Bride and Groom bookmarks for guests.

My hubby and I were looking forward to have our guests with us because we seldom get to meet them. It is only on special occasions like this when they will travel to Ipoh do we get to meet.
On that special evening we were at Restoran Caterbest where we met up with more old-time friends.
We had a wonderful evening of exchanging and catching up with one another on the latest happenings.

Fried rice.
Fried rice vermicelli (beehoon)

Mutton curry
Curry chicken
Butter Prawns
Sweet sour fish
Spring Rolls
Prawn & Papaya salad in papaya boat

Fresh Fruits
Our fellowship came to a "temporary" close...till we meet again. Until then, praying God's love shines bright in your new year and His blessings overflow in you and in your love ones.
Restoran Caterbest (Halal)
No. 74 & 74A, Jalan Bercham, Taman Seri Dermawan, Ipoh.
Tel: 05-547 8622, 012-510 8022, 012-580 3872
Business Hours: 11 am to 3 pm, 6 pm to 11 pm.

"Haven't you read," He replied,
"that at the beginning the Creator 'made them male and female,'
and said, 'For this reason a man will leave his father and mother
and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh'?
So they are no longer two, but one.
Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate."
(Matthew 19:4-6, New International Version-NIV)
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