Arms…

“I always complained that I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.” I’m not sure of the origin of this quotation so I googled and some say it’s Indian while others say it’s Persian but whatever it may be, it certainly drives the message home – that people always complain so much that they neglect to appreciate what they may be blessed with.

I wonder if anybody else gets these but I do get them in the mail quite regularly…

…and it seems that they’re in aid of those less fortunate people with no arms. All the illustrations are reproductions of the works of artists painting with their mouths or feet and other than greeting cards, they also have ang pao packets, desk calendars…

…gift wrappers, jigsaw puzzles, note books and so on. They do not come cheap, of course, but it’s for charity…to help the needy. Well, with my measly pension, I can’t afford to contribute much but I would make an effort to issue a cheque to pay for everything that they send me and mail it to their office in Ampang Park in Kuala Lumpur.

Well, there I was at the Rejang Park Post Office that morning to post the cheque and while I was there, I decided to stop by the bakery cum coffee shop and restaurant in the vicinity for a bite to eat. I love the butter biscuits and the ham and sour cream rolls from that place but I had yet to try the food at the stall there…

I have seen somebody sharing a photograph on Facebook of what she was eating there and it looked quite good…but I did not know exactly what she had. Anyway, when I got there that morning, I saw an ex-student of mine with some friends of his so I just asked him what was good and he suggested the Sarawak laksa (RM3.80)…

…which I thought was very nice but there were no prawns/shrimps and it was more in the style that seems to be the preference of the people in Sibu – rich with santan (coconut milk)…

…but I know that some people in its place of origin, Kuching, are not quite in favour of that as they feel it will come across more like curry mee and Sarawak/Kuching laksa is not supposed to be like that.

I loved the belacan (dried prawn paste) dip a lot…

I could smell the fragrance the moment it was placed on the table and I knew there and then that it was going to be really great…and they were quite generous with the calamansi lime too – they’d probably just give one half of it elsewhere.

On the whole, I would say that it was nicer than what I had had at some other places in town and I sure wouldn’t mind having it again sometime but perhaps, the next time around, I would try some of the other things available at the stall to see if they’re any good.