Look no further.: Si Kancil

I suppose everyone, young or old, thin or fat, short or tall, Malaysian or not, knows the story of how Malacca came to be. I happened to pay attention in school when this was taught during the history lesson back when i was in primary school. Or so i'd like to think.

Before Malacca, (there may be some alterations due to my excessive memory loss to fill in with some more redundant memories) there was this man named, Parameswara. He was a prince from Temasek. A handsome prince, my teacher would say. Her trick to draw the attention of the Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder people alike me, which was rather successful i might add. So anyway, (insert some creative story here). Things happened, which causes Parameswara to seek refuge in various countries. After fleeing from one place to another due to the fear of being discovered by his biggest enemy, Parameswara felt exhausted and so he decided to rest under a pokok melaka. While he was complaining to his followers about the outrageous heat (he also mentioned to sue the sun, ridiculous really), he witnessed a mousedeer kicking and abusing his dog. Amused and impressed by the random mousedeer that came out from nowhere, he was prompted to name the land Malacca. Poor dog. Wonder what happened to it.

So there you go! Fascinating story that is.

Eversince the public examination ended, i am constantly filled with dull days. There is a possibility that due to my daily complaints of how dreadfully slow the time flies each day that the youth in church spontaneously agreed to go on a trip to Malacca on Boxing day. With a limited amount of money, i resisted temptation to pay almost anything. Just so i can spend more in Jonker Street (the mecca of imitation products, antiques, arts for grabs and street food).

When i was told we were to stay at a chalet deep within the forest up Bukit Hantu, i was a little jittery. What a ghastly name, i thought to myself. But lo and behold! To my delight, El Sanctuary was beyond my expectations and i would trade all my life to stay there permanently. The atmosphere was simply peaceful and earthy. And there were monkeys! But how i wish to destruct the annoying mosquitoes.

Straight after church on a beautiful and glorious Sunday afternoon, with much anticipation, we took off, famished, to the historical state.

Nathaniel's Christmas gift for Joyce with the intention to share the given chocolates in the car.

Half way through the journey, Joyce had a craving for Seremban's famous siew bao. So she bought some siew bao, alongside eggtarts and other type of baos. Never got the chance to try them.

And then we had the most awesome beef noodles ever. The most seductive, luscious, orgasmic, filthy beef noodles. It was worth the wait.

I would have definitely ordered a second bowl if i weren't too conscious about gaining that extra pound.

The adorable dogs at El Sanctuary.

All geared up to leave Bukit Hantu for the city!

Fried Ochien with a generous amount of eggs is what this lady happen to offer in this small vendor. She garnered a lot of praise and compliments for her irresistible fried oysters over the years. I missed out on this :-(

Avid fans of live acts and golden classical songs gather and seated patiently hours before the actual time set.

The famous Taiwan sausages with various flavours of your choice.

If i am not mistaken, this ones are of Honey Lime flavoured.

Fruit candy sticks. Too sweet and sour for my liking.

Dim Sums fresh from the streets! I'd get diarrhea if i ever eat them due to my weak stomach. But they're palatable for the norms.

Jonker 88, famous for their durian cendol and Nyonya delicacies. The queue was extremely long, which isn't a surprise, so we decided to head for another one near the end of the street.