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Monday, February 12, 2007

"I'll bring you down, down to Chinatown."

黑夜 (Night)

Shifting murals made up of lighting effects.

The kebaya clad Singapore pride, or joke.

~~Bird-eye~~ Giraffe-eye view of the decorations.

Musical fountain right in the heart of Chinatown.

Despite the dazzling display of festivity decorations, this neon sign remains a personal favourite.

People Mountain People Sea at the night market.

The shop will sell you anything, as long as it's in red.

How many cardiac arrests will I get if I gobble up every lup cheons (waxed pork sausages) in sight?

May all readers have a prosperous pig year!

白天(Day)

Ribbit.

San rui, or soft shell turtles. Known for their herbal qualities.

Nope, they don't sell orang utans.

Terrapins. Yup, the same shelled pets many of us reared during our childhood.*

*Given that we Chinese (especially the Cantonese) eat anything that can moves, I'm not surprised at the appearance of our shelled friends at the temporary market in Chinatown. Things used to be much worse before the the government clamp down on the sale of exotic wildlife. As a frequent visitor to the Chinatown market in my pre-teen years, I witnessed bats and rabbits being cooped up in small cages, waiting for their turn to line the plates of the adventurous diners. My father who spent his formative years in Chinatown recollected the days when his house mates feasted on the flesh of dogs and cats, that were being openly peddled in the streets.

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