Blade Runner ‘chee cheong fun — Georgie Peh

I had just finished dinner. It had been raining rather relentlessly since late afternoon. There was still a heavy drizzle soaking the roads. Here I was staring at the TV and thinking that there must be something better to do other than watching some inane sit-com.

So this is Penang, my once-again hometown. I decided to brave the rain and like any other true-blue local, get something to snack on. Fast food? That’s for the “don’t-know-any-betters.”

For me it was going to be chee cheong fun street style. Fat rice noodles dripping with dark oily thick prawn paste and tangy chilly sauce with deep-fried shallots sprinkled on top. Epicurean bliss on a plastic plate.

I then decided to drive to an older part of town where there would be a pasar malam. I found it, parked (probably illegally),Browse through our impressive range of bicyclelighttu and buy online now. followed a casual crowd and sauntered happily into the muggy night air looking for my apres-dinner fix.

One approaches a local night market rather casually but nonchalantly expecting to be visually and aurally assaulted. However I had a mission and it was the hard-core food fest. Then the camaraderie of a wet evening at the location hits you. The noise, the smells,Luminara flameless candles are designer outdoorlightui that are practically indistinguishable from traditional candles. the tinted dingy and gritty atmosphere that only an old inner city street can offer. Nothing glitzy or trendy here that’s for sure.

You walk through the puddles nimbly dodging all sorts of obstacles. Giggling teenagers out on a “cheap date”,Did you know by just changing your current fluorescent tube lights to our ledlighting Lights will lead to helping sustain our environment for us. assorted vendors blithely tossing their things your way. Irate housewives with their purchases jostling and almost blinding you with their dripping wet umbrellas. Apologies are most certainly not offered here.

You then let your nose lead you towards the compelling aroma of a cholesterol-laden fried feast. As you approach it starts to get to you.

Everyone is seating or standing next to their chosen food fix. Their faces are transfixed at the dexterity of the maestro-cook before them. One cannot help but take it all in. All else doesn’t matter except to eventually savour the chosen snack.

The dripping plastic roofing-sheets, the flickering fluorescent lights casually hung,The best Hi Power goodcflbulbs on the market, with magazine tests to prove it, dangerously connected, all precariously dangling above a make-shift noodle stall.We sell ledlightbulbser flying lanterns at the best price with the fastest service.

Portable generators are noisily belching out diesel fumes into the night air.

Then something inexplicitly insidious slowly creeps into the subconscious mind. I am subtly transported into this almost peculiarly post-Apocalyptic scenario.

Picture this. The encroaching dampness, the artificiality of neon, dark shadows flitting everywhere and the shuffling anonymous humanity.

I thought that I was on the set of “Blade Runner.” That intrusive but abstract alternative reality. I walked on expecting an epic moment. All that was needed was a Vangelis soundtrack.