Walking around : Malacca

It was kind of a busy trip down to Malacca just last week, but hey, we still managed to squeeze in some time to visit around and have a great meal!

To be honest, before this, I would not think of Malacca as anything interesting, since I have never really gotten down and walked around for sight seeing and all, and the last time I had the chicken rice balls, it was disappointing and I had only tried some pretty decent satay celup, which I think is a little overrated.

Or perhaps, this huge fan of the Singaporean drama series "Little Nyonya" (points to self) was hoping to get closer to the rich and authentic cultural of the Baba and Nyonya instead.

And after this trip, I am a little closer. *happy*

I have always heard about the Jonker Walk, but hey, I couldn't be walking around alone here since I had been trying to make people to walk around with me and they refused...complaining its crowded, saying there's nothing interesting to see, whining about sweating and feeling hot, etc, etc.

Well...finally, I get to walk with someone who is just as curious and interested as I am. =)

Below are some of the photos I have snapped while walking around...

Sorry, my photo senget here. 

Supposed to make it look symmetrical, but obviously failed.

One of the many temple-lookalike buildings they have there...

If I remembered correctly, this shop was playing some real music/songs....thus, this picture. 

Yeah, I know it makes no sense to post a photo trying to explain something audible.

The Friday night crowd...really loved the street, felt very much like Shihlin street in Taipei, but just way hotter and older looking.

I noticed that the women there love to practise some sort of aerobic dances at night in all those temple-lookalike shops...this is one of them. I find them really refreshingly cute and heart warming, somehow.

This stall is selling pretty, erm, quirky food such as the piglet's knuckle/leg, duck's neck, some tongue...oh, I don't know what are all the rest! 

Nope, didn't try any of those.

LOVE. =)

Poor Psy...his head is for sale now. LOL.

Nostalgic. Reminds me of my grandma and the kampung life.

And me running around as a little kid wearing these adult clogs and terrorising the ants, birds, chickens, cats etc etc.

I've never seen an ice cream cooler such as this...some traditional way, perhaps?

The next day, we managed to find a really nice and authentic nyonya cuisine and home cooked food to have as lunch before leaving.

Nancy's Kitchen, if I remembered correctly. 

Loveeeee everything that's here. The old school stuffs, the ambience, the architectural factor, the food and the songs they played in this tiny little restaurant!

So, me and my little knowledge about nyonya food after watching "Little Nyonya" twice...went and bossed around with the menu looking for food that I have heard in the drama series before.

Babi Cincaluk, my favourite!

Babi Pongteh...heard alot of this dish in the drama series.

Sambal Udang + Sotong

Sambal so awesome, you would cry!

Was looking for the long beans...but since they don't serve that type of vege, I ordered the other alternative which I eat (am picky towards type of vege to eat), four angled beans cooked in sambal sauce.

And desert, we had cendol, which is super creamy (I loveeee) and sweet (even betterrrrr!) and also some authentic Nyonya kuih-muih...

The biggest achievement of the day...to finally found the most talked about Nyonya kuih in the whole series...the rempah udang!!!

Hands down all you kuih-muih...THIS, has gotta be my favourite so far.

Too bad I only had two...and I can't bring back any to my Mom...

So this Nyonya lunch here concludes my trip in Malacca for real...and hell yeaaaa, I am definitely going back!

'til then,

XOXO

Felixia's Poetry #6 - Seventeen hours more

Seventeen hours more

Seventeen hours more you'd said

with the smile of a little boy

keeping count of the time in your head

like you're anticipating a much longed for toy

I wanted to put my step forward

yet at times I stepped back in fear

hiding behind these scars are countless hurt

though my shadow look further than it's near

you've seen my soul naked, bared

I've cried, I've let go and I've confessed to you

somehow, miraculously you still care

you just soothe and nod along like you knew

too good to be true, you seem to be

perhaps this, perhaps that, my heart goes

or perhaps I should stop thinking of what's to be

the future has the answers that no one knows

I don't know what this is, what we are

but still I hold onto the hope that it's real

that no distance between us would be too far

that for once, maybe love wouldn't be so surreal

- Felixia Yeap -

Felixia's Poetry #5 - A surrender

A surrender

Scribbling out poems while lying on my belly

with sheets entangled around my naked thighs

sprawled wildly on a bed, love made messy

soul doused by sensuous music playing, so high

you crawled into me as words and fantasies

I bit my lips, drowned in each and every beat

like a little girl on a swing, on a field of daisies

the distance is bitter, but the craving is sweet

I write and write, yet my fingers ache for your skin

distraught I am, every drop of me, at surrender

I am not what the world had known, or seen

This me, as my thighs rubbed against each other

- Felixia Yeap -

Felixia's Poetry#4 - Unknown

Unknown

The long walks we took 

slow along the sidewalk

ignorant we were, even if the earth shook

immersed as we were, in our whispering talks

All I felt was the wind blowing

and your hands holding mine

it's been a while since my eyes were this glowing

I wish I had the power to stop that time

People walked past and stared

As our hands would not get off from each other

Our intimacy open, naked and bared

I held you closer, and you held me tighter

I obediently snuggled beside 

Or crawled into your open, strong arms

Each time you patted the space on your empty side

waiting for me to lay down on your chest, warm

As we shared cookies, couch and bed

Flicking through channels, laughing about silly things

As I hugged your big arms, and you stroking my head

Reluctant to find out what's the next we should think

All I cared was then, I was with you

And all I wished was now, you're next to me still.

- Felixia Yeap -

Felixia's Poetry#3 - Words of a lost soul

Words of a lost soul

The emptiness beyond all these

The nothingness upon a kiss

How could two lost souls unite?

When it's all just physical and sight

Doormat is a job I have retired

I hate, for not being desired

Longed for, wanted, mad for

A feeling I never had before

Bitterness, indeed is all I felt

After all those things I've dealt

A heart that's been toyed around

Pride that's been stamped on ground

Now that I am back in the game

It didn't feel quite the same

What happened to my naivety, innocence?

Had they been ruined by men's nonsense?

My faith in love is lost, I'm afraid

Physically alive, emotionally dead

Another lost soul in the sea of lust

Exhausted of love, hopes and trust

- Felixia Yeap -

Felixia's Poetry#2 : Remember the time

REMEMBER THE TIME...

Remember the time

when we sat across each other

which seemed like a thousand feet away

forbidden to be together

Remember the time

we blew kisses and threw hearts

across the ring, amidst the crowd

we were far, but never really apart

Remember the time

when you snuck out to be with me

in the middle of the night

secretly, we cuddled next to the sea

Remember the time

you carried me on a piggyback ride

put me down and gave me the kiss

the moment when we put all rules aside

Remember the time

you kissed my hand so longingly

and told me, "so now, you're mine."

- Felixia Yeap -

Felixia's Poetry#1 - Wilderness

Hold my hand
As I lead you into my chamber
As I make you stand
And be my dark lover

In the flickering lights
I danced slowly around you
Pulling you deeper into the night
My body clinging wantingly at your view


I'd give butterfly kisses
On your throbbing veins
Teasing your senses
And then I'd make you leave your stains

Devour every inch
As I move closer, sigh longer
As I flinch
As we both unite with each other

In the night, we are one
Into the wilderness, we run

- Felixia Yeap