Seafood anyone?

I just got this from a friend. I look forward to watching it. But it has been something that I've realized for sometime now. My seafood consumption has been relatively low for some time now. But I'm a real sucker for my ikan bilis.

Wonder when it'll come to Malaysia? The movie I mean.... I can't seem to download it on my blogger yet. So, you'll just need to use the link for now. End of the Line

Pasar Malams

I went to the pasar malam this evening. It's actually been a while since I've been. But really, things have not changed much. Or has it?

It's one I've not been to before, but generally stalls, people are pretty much the same.

But one thing that's definitely caught up with the times. The use of styrofoam and plastics.

People sitting at the makeshift tables slurping up their bowls of beef soup. Well meaning stall keepers offering you bag after bag of plastic so your cloth bag doesn't get wet - ??? 

Styro plastic gado gado anyone? By the way, I did have one of that. Aside from the damage I've done to ME (Ma Earth), I've also done myself damage, the sauce tasted burnt and I've got some nasty heartburn from it. Serves me right.

On the upside, I loved the warm tempe wrapped in banana leaf held tight with a little lidi stick. Loved that the vegetables I bought didn't have those plastic stickers holding them together which pulls off the vegetables as well when you pull the sticker off. Loved that I wasn't forced into bringing home unnecessary packaging that most supermarkets and hypermarts use on their fruit and vegetables. Loved that the vegetables are fresh. They have to be. They don't have the ill fate of having to sit in an air conditioned environment to preserve them while travelling long distances and negotiations and packaging.

Just back to good ol' shopping. I'm lucky.

Refuse Refuse Refuse

The first thing at all times before even considering the typical 3Rs is "REFUSE". I think far too many people don't realize that. Especially when it's not your doing. 

I've been rejecting napkins at restaurants rather consistently these days now. And this evening, Hubbie brought me to a nice place. A few years before, I would've been a whole lot shier and less likely to assert myself. But me happy. This evening I told them to take the specially printed place mats and the napkins away. The waiter was taken back a little. For the napkin, he thought I just wanted another one. I had to explain to him, no, I don't want the napkin. Period. 

:)

My pasta came wrapped in baking paper.  :(