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I grew up with 3 Khaw Sia’s orchid paintings hanging in my home. I remembered
sticking my nose as close to the painting as any kid would just to explore the
magnification with my eyes leaving the tip of my nose imprinted on the glaze. I
was having fun. It wasn’t the colors he uses, or how he paints the leaves and
dewdrops that I was interested in. I was like any child would at that tender age,
merely exploring. But because I was living with it, it was like second nature to
my skin. Because of that, I remembered very well the paper he uses because it
has a peculiar texture on it. Nowadays one could hardly stumble upon this type
of paper he uses anymore but in my younger years, most kids have fun with it.
And it is quite blotty.
A travelling Jew whilst strolling in the streets of Georgetown was amazed how spiritual our inhabitants are. There are shrines at every corner and turn he walks as there were temples, churches and mosques. Curious if there are Chinese who are Jews living in Penang, he asked one of the Chinese coffeeshop boys who was dragging him in to patronize his coffeeshop, “Hi! May I ask if there are any Chinese Jews in Penang?” The coffeeshop boy looked bewildered and stared and again the Jew smiled then asked in simpler English, “Chinese Jews? Chinese Jews?” The coffeeshop boy pondered then said “Wait wait wait! I go ask my bossy! You wait! You wait here. Don’t go! Wait!
Awhile later the coffeeshop boy came back then told the Jew “My bossy says “Sorry no Chinese Jews” . But we got “Apple Jews”, “Orleng Jews” and “Mango Jews”…
A doctor opens his clinic & pasted this notice outside the door:
“Any sickness, Rm300. Any sickness we can’t treat, YOU get back Rm1000!
A confidence trickster on reading this came in. He was so confident he could rip this doctor off. He said to the doctor, “Doctor, my tongue just can’t taste anything!” The doctor asks the nurse to put a few drops of medicine on his tongue from box no. 22. The man spontaneously shouts: “What d ___ …its URINE!!
The doctor says “Congratulations, your sense of taste is back now!” The man was dumbfounded as he loses Rm300.
Two weeks later he is back to seek revenge and claim back what he had lost.
“Doc, I’ve lost my memory!” he said. Again, the doctor told the nurse, “Nurse, could you please put a few drops of medicine from Box no 22 onto his tongue?” The confidence trickster jumps up before the nurse could do so and said “Wait doc! but that medicine is for my sense of taste!” “Very well” doctor said, “Your memory is back!”
Moral of the story: Don’t try to over-smart doctors…