Monday late night, or rather Tuesday midnight, I went to Malacca Central Market to have my hands on the “Asam Pedas” Fish again. The first time I had it was last week when I had my flu and I did not totally enjoy my dinner. The second time I went to the same place, but the lady boss replied me, “完了! (Finish! Sold out!)“. Finally, the third time, I got to eat it again and managed to snap some pictures this time.

“Asam Pedas” is a dish cooked with long beans, ladyfingers, tomatoes, spices, chilies and of course, “Asam”. According to Asia Food website, “Asam” is most often means tamarind which is a popular souring agent and used to supply the sourness flavour in a dish. Therefore, it tastes sour and spicy at the same time. The sourness in it will open up your appetite as well. It is part of the Malay’s food heritage and further improved by various races. Each has its own significant tastes and cooking style. It is usually served with fish, nothing but fish as the white and tender meat goes well with the sauce, or rather soup in this case.

The one that I ate is from a Chinese stall and served in clay pots instead. It costs RM5 per pot and has just enough amounts of stingray or “Ikan Pari” fillets for a wonderful and filling meal. Each piece of “Ikan Pari” is priced at RM5, and the boss will cut it into smaller pieces for you. The sourness is just nice and is a little spicy. I did not feel full at all even after eating 2 plates of rice, as the sourness activated my “black hole” button.

You are served with a plate of rice and half salted egg, at the price of RM0.50 each. Although I do not get it why they serve you salted eggs, who cares when it goes well with the dish. So, to have a complete meal, with rice, it will cost you RM6 to RM7 per head.

The stall is situated somewhere right in the middle of the Chinese stalls. It is easily to identify, as they are the only one who sells Clay Pot “Asam Pedas” Fish there. Business starts as early as 7.30PM and usually ends around 2AM. If there are lots of customers, business ends around 12AM.

Now, this is what I call a satisfying dinner, after 1 day of starving myself yet within my daily budget of RM10. I am getting hungry as I type this, time for my dinner! Enjoy the pictures and drool till your saliva spoils your keyboard.

P/S :

This is for Auntie Shiau Lin who is currently far far away from Malaysia and does not get to eat authentic Malaysia “Asam Pedas” Fish and also Mystic Angel who has no idea what “Asam Pedas” is.

I have wrote a FULL Mandarin post before this, which I did not ping PPS for it. So, two updates for “Jason Mumbles” today.

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昨天傍晚，一位漂亮和自称是简单的年轻妈妈 – Shiau Lin 在她的”部落”写了一篇日记。

他是痴心朋友…

有一个男孩，他对朋友没得说是一流的好。纵然朋友一再地欺负他，玩弄他，误会他，对他无理取闹，或伤透他的心，他都一一承受。不但这样，不管自己有多大的委屈，他都会原谅和接纳他的朋友。当大家分隔两地时，他还不停的惦念着这些“好朋友”。唉，可怜的男孩……

他的枕头朋友…

有一个男孩，他对朋友没得说是一流的好。他把朋友永远排在第一，从来没想过自己的利益。可是，这份热诚却得不到相同的回响。朋友永远当男孩是他们的“枕头”；不顺心的时候就躺在上面发唠叨，伤心的时候就埋在里头哭泣和寻找安慰。过年过节或当他们开心快乐的时候，没有多少个会想起这忠诚却可怜的“枕头”。大家只是把他捌在一边，然后自个儿寻欢做乐去。如果男孩闷了，想找人聊聊，倾吐心事或陪一会儿，他的“好朋友”就会不断地找藉口敷衍，拒绝，排斥他。唉，可怜的男孩……

他和他父母之间……

有一个男孩，他对朋友没得说是一流的好。但是，对父母却持着可避则避的态度，双方之间有着很大的代沟。不但是如此，父母是相当保守的一代，不懂表达对男孩的爱。男孩长大了，离乡背井去完成学业。心疼着男孩的父母，一把年纪还得舟车劳累也要去探望男孩。可是，这份劳心却被男孩称作临检／突击检查。心爱着男孩的父母，见到男孩吃得不够好和穿得不够暖，心里难过就喃喃几句。可是，这份苦心却被男孩称作唠叨／啰嗦。唉，可怜的父母……

上篇文字摘自于“生活点滴” - “心底话”。反复地读着这篇日记，我一直觉得我和那一个男孩有着，过着，面对着和处于同样的问题／处境，而且都属于同样的世界。不谈那一个男孩的事，就谈一谈自己的，就好了。Shiau Lin 阿姨是用第三者的角度来看这件事，且听我怎么说。

我和那一个男孩一样，都是把朋友排在第一位和尽可能对我身边的每一位朋友都那么好。虽然来来去去都是那几位，但只要是任何一位朋友需要帮忙，我都尽我能力去协助。因为我相信，朋友之间就是靠这些小小的一臂之力，小小的牺牲，一个“义”字，两个字“朋友”的一个词来建立一段真挚的友情。

所谓：“几所不欲，勿施于人”；我当然希望我会得到相同的回报，或至少，一个尊重／尊敬。一直有读我“部落”的读者，或有联络／来往的朋友／读者都知道我对“某一些人”特别照顾。身为一个朋友，好朋友，生死之交，死党，姐妹，兄弟，我相信我已经给了我的全部。对于那“某一些人”，我甚至已经超越了我自己的极限。为了我的朋友，我牺牲的东西，金钱，精神，人力，脑力，幸福，委屈等等已经数也数不清了。

前一则日记，大家都说态度和待人处事都在外貌之上。我就得在这儿下一翻苦工，来掩饰我自己的不足。我相信，我所做的都应该超越了吧！试问一下，我难道不够朋友吗？

很不幸的，我也一样面对同样的第二个问题。为了朋友而牺牲那么多，我所得到的回报却不到我的那么一点点。我自认我是蛮独立的人。只要能够不去麻烦朋友的，我就不去麻烦他／她。当我真的向他／她求助时，我是真的很需要那小小的一臂之力和小小的牺牲。往往现实是残忍的；求人不如求己。即使他／她人答应助我，成功率也只有我的百份之一二。当我需要一个人来聊天时，他／她就会以许多不同的藉口来推辞我。例如：不得空，考试，计划，功课，懒惰，睡觉，很忙，已经有约，在陪男／女朋友，电话占线，电话没电，电话被关机了，在喝茶，太迟了，很睏，没心情，不懂得聆听，不懂得劝告，不懂得安慰等等诸多藉口。一次又一次的被拒绝，常让我自己陷入很沮丧的困境。

有时侯，我找上了我自己的好姐妹们。虽然她们都有在我身边给予我最大的支持，也是我最要好的聆听者；我还是尽量不要让她们担心我；最重要的是，他们的男朋友不是很爽。当我想向死党／兄弟倾诉时，总觉得怪怪的。男儿哪有这么婆妈的，是不是？

每当有什么节日要来临时或有什么活动时，自己总被遗忘得三干四净。朋友之间会互邀，我却得自个儿上门问或不请自来。即使大家一起出去玩，我还是会被冷落一旁，独自坐在那儿静悄悄的喝茶。原因有很多种；大家都有一个伴。每一位不是有男／女朋友，就是很要好或谈得来的朋友。每一次玩／走／坐在一起时都是双双对对的。我没有女朋友，也没有很要好的朋友，也是一个话不多和话不投机的朋友。或许是我讲的笑话不好笑；或许是我讲的话不够废；或许是我聊的话题不是很新鲜／太自我；或许是我害臊；或许我就是那么一个呆子。试问，哪个笨蛋白痴会跟我坐在一起说说笑笑？曾经，有一个人，就是那么一个人向我这么说：“我们之间没有什么东西好聊的。我已经没有藉口来推辞你的邀约了。如果我要见你，无论我几忙，我都会出来见你的。”

外貌不重要？嘿！(我真的好想写“放屁!”) 不谈我之前写的日记，就拿一个例子。曾经，有一个人，就是那么一个人拒绝我的工作申请书而录取了我的朋友。我的工作经验比他丰富，电脑操作比他好几倍，又曾经做推销员，三语精通，却还是得收包袱回家。只因他人需要掌台柜而接洽顾客，所以，外貌也是考虑因素之一。曾经，有一个人，就是那么一个人拒绝我早已提出和答应好了的邀约，只为的和另一个靓仔在同样的时间，去同样的地方，在同一间戏院看同一部电影。曾经，有一个人，就是那么一个人很用力的甩开我的手，只因为她走错方向而我去牵她的小手。有谁不喜欢和靓女／靓仔出去？有谁不喜欢靓女／靓仔来搭讪？有谁会喜欢和一个丑八怪传绯闻？有谁会不介意和一个丑八怪走得比较近或有稍微的肌肤接触？当他／她人已经看透了她／他的外貌时，他／她已经伤害了她／他多少次和多深了？或许，大家不喜欢跟我来往也是这个原因。

当我们在付出时，我们不应该要求回报。对吗？可是，当我不停地付出，我也会有疲惫的时候。当我疲惫时，就是那时候，我需要那一点点的回报。那一点点的回报就已经很足够了，令我满足，再从新出发。唉…要写，是可以继续写。可是，到此为止吧！单是这一个要点就可以写成一篇独立的日记，但是会变成人身攻击。为了避免不必要的麻烦和误会，算了吧！

我和我的父母之间的感情，是的确不好。从小，就已经是如此。小小年纪，就已经和父亲不和。不和到连妈妈的同事／我的小学教师都会过来问问几句。只要爸爸一开口，就是骂，没有其他的东西了。我是男孩再加上家里是比较“静”；很多事情，我都不喜欢和尽量避免跟父母亲说。这也造成了今天的代沟。我真的很感激父母替我做／给我的一切。我自己的需求，例如：不便宜的手提电话 (我这一次要买的手提电话价值 RM2000 以上.)，闪亮的LCD荧幕，无线的滑鼠／键盘，名牌Reebok球鞋，电脑硬碟等等都是自己打工赚回来的。只因为这些东西对他们来说是奢侈品，所以我就靠自己的努力来换取。这能算是我的另一种回报的方式吗？

三个月前，家里起了一场风暴。妈妈有几乎一个月不和我讲一句话，连一句都没有。我自己心里也蛮不爽快的，但也无动于衷。我妈妈的脾气，有时候是吃软不吃硬的；也有时侯是吃硬不吃软的。嘿！自从他们发现了我的“部落”，我和父母之间的沟通增加了。虽然沟通方式是电邮，但很多事情比较容易摊出来讲。我的“部落”也算是打开了另一扇门，妈妈也不知不觉开始跟我讲话了。虽然代沟仍然存在，但这是一个好的开始。

好了，不写啦！我也开始胡言乱语了。真的很谢谢 Shiau Lin 阿姨，逼我写出这篇“废话”多多的日记。嘿!

Uncle Belacan’s comment in “A Gift From NeeNee” – “I cannot wear Body Glove. Got tummy! So, that means Jason does not have tummy, is it?”

I was ROTFLMAO-ing with Ms. LUITA when I read the comment. Maybe Uncle Belacan was trying to say it nicely by going one big round or it could be the pictures were really deceiving.

In reality, Jason is a guy who is fat and ugly.

For the bloggers who have seen me in real life, they should know that I am really fat. In fact, obesity should be the correct word. Fat and ugly, I am. Being fat is bad enough; being ugly is also bad enough; but being fat and ugly at the same time is the worst even worse.

1) You I do not look good in anything I wear.

2) Your My confidence is always being challenged by other people.

3) You I am always on the disadvantage side compared to the HYTs.

4) People, especially girls and SYTs tend to draw a thin line between them and you me.

5) You I have problems in getting the correct and comfortable size for long pants, especially jeans and slacks.

6) You I will never be good in sports unless I take up sumo. (Heck, I do not have the enough fats and size to play sumo!)

7) You I have one more reasons for the girls to reject my confession. Thanks to Uncle James who have mentioned about it in this post.

8) Think about it and write it in my comment box.

Sometimes, I feel so sad about it but sometimes I do not. At least, I have seen many people who are not as fat and ugly as me are kicking those HYTs’ asses, especially people like Abdul. It is just that, people tend to be a little bias towards fat and ugly people like me. Even though they do not admit it, but I feel they are bias towards me. In my eyes, there are a lot of things that seems to be unfair to me.

However, after getting used to the situation, I am more independent. When I am sad or emotionally hurt, I find a way out from it by myself, without seeking help or an ear from a friend. When I am in deep trouble, I find my own solution without seeking help from other people. When people tend to ignore me, I keep myself occupied by doing my own stuffs and get use to the loneliness. I try not to bother my friends as much as possible by grumbling or venting to them. (Auntie Maria, sorry and thanks!) Basically, I am very much independent. Maybe I am wrong, I think fat and ugly people are more independent and capable of doing more things by themselves.

Life is not as wonderful as people say. Being fat and ugly is not fun at all. Well, most of the time, it is not. -sighs- However, it is not end of the world though. –smiles-

The “In Reality, Jason Is…” series :

Part I - Scared Of Watching Horror Film
Part II - An Introvert

Do you have anything to say other than “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” throughout the whole conversation? Why did not you just hang up my call instead? It was very annoying when I was in the mood to have a nice and long chat with you at 2AM. Why did you just have to spoil it?

You are always that busy, regardless of weekdays or weekends, hanging out with different friends for few hours, from 10PM until 3AM; but you can never spare out 1 hour just to have a talk with me on the phone or meet up with me, even if it is once a month!

Fuck it!

On another story, I did not eat anything for the whole day (Saturday) so that I would not exceed my daily budget for my dinner later. I have planned to go all the way to Malacca’s Central Market to eat the “Asam Pedas” Fish, which I mentioned in this post. When I went there, the lady boss told me, “完了! (Finish! Sold out!)”

Fuck it!

“Ahhhhhh… Choooooo!” I sneezed.

“‘Diao 屌’!” I said to myself.

You must be wondering why did I scold such word just because I sneezed, right? If I am to crap, they say you sneeze because either somebody is missing you badly or somebody is cursing you badly. If I am to say it seriously or from a medical point of view, perhaps you should use “Google” or “How Stuffs Work” instead.

For my case, it is different. It means either one of the below :

1) I am too tired and I need some rest.
2) I am going to fall sick soon.
3) The flu germs/viruses have breached my defences immunity.
4) Somebody is cursing me badly.
5) Somebody is missing me badly, which I think it is impossible.
6) It is just a sneeze.

Usually, case 1 and case 3 is the most likely to happen each time I sneeze. If it is case 1, all I have to do is take a minimum of 3 hours nap and I will be fine. If it is case 3… -shrugs-

Yesterday, my sneeze was trying to tell me that case 3 has initiated and I would be having my flu again. My flu is not the normal flu like you always have. My flu is the very watery type, which comes with crystal clear mineral water fluid dripping out from my nose like a waterfall or a running water tap. If I am to collect the mineral water fluid and bottled it as mineral water, nobody will suspect anything. Besides, I will sneeze extremely often. Worst of all, it lasts for at least 24 hours or more, with 3 days as maximum.

My first sneeze was around 5.30PM and since then, my nose has transformed into a natural hot water spring / fountain. Crystal clear water fluid was dripping down from my nose like a running water tap. I really wanted to stuff my nose with a roll of tissue paper to absorb all the fluid, but then, I could not breathe. The tissue papers were like being washed with water, which looks exactly like “Wan Tan 云吞”. The whole table and waste paper basket were full of tissue papers. (I have forgotten to take a picture, sorry!)

Not only that, I had been sneezing every now and then. The time interval from the previous sneeze and the next sneeze would be somewhere between 2 to 10 minutes, with 15 minutes being the longest. The highest record I am currently holding is 12 sneezes in a row. I nearly puked out my bread that I had earlier due to the endless sneezing.

Worst thing, I was having my group meeting and the sneeze was a total disturbance. I could not concentrate and having headaches throughout the meeting, which ended at nearly 1AM. Later, we went out to have dinner (I have not eaten anything for the whole day), more like supper at Malacca Market (What do you call “Pasar Borong” in English?). I ordered Clay Pot “Asam Pedas” Fish for dinner at RM5 and RM1 for a plate of rice and half salty egg. (I will do a review on it later.) Even though it tasted superbly good, I certainly did not enjoy my dinner because of the flu. I could not smell the aroma, neither my taste bud could taste the sauce. The spicyness made my condition even worse. (My dinner, gone, just like that. -sniff sniff-)

When I came back home, it was nearly 2AM. Carol was online and we argued discussed some issues until 5AM in the morning! Every 25 words I typed, I had to sneeze. I was having headache and I really wanted to sleep, but not wanting to disappoint Carol as she needed some opinions, I stayed up until 4.50AM. I went to bed at 5AM sharp, for I could not stand it anymore.

I woke up at 10AM with a mild fever, until now. I was feeling bloated the whole day and had a can of “Gatorade” to rehydrate my body. At least, my flu has stopped. I feel so much better now.

Honestly I would rather have fever, stomachache or coughing rather than flu. I just fucking hate them! If you see me having flu, means I am sick. Else, I am quite -coughs- healthy. -coughs-

“Ahhhhhh… Choooooo!”

“Oh no! Not again!”