beh peo po

Back when i was still a young brat, i remember vividly my dad used to bring our family out to the local hawker centre for ji cha.. at the coffee shop, there is always a boy holding a pile of newspaper and running about hollering out loud stretching his lungs capacity... he will go, "beh peo po beh peo po!!!!!" when he went fast and furious, it went like this.... ma pi po ma pi po.... The uncles around the coffeeshop(my father inclusive) will eagerly reached in their pockets for the much precious fifty pence and they will get get their beh peo po... po zua is actually newspaper and beh peo is 4-D but the irony is that beh peo po is not actually not 4-D newspaper. it is actually the lian he wan bao, so the fifty pence is actually used to buy the small box at the upper right hand corner of the newspaper. The box which contained the week's winning numbers. That was when we do not have the internet, the teletext, the wap services and the 95.8. where is the boy now? this reminds me of a song by bon jovi...

These days, the stars seems out of reach
these days, there aint no ladders on the streets
these days are tough, nothing last in this graceless age
there aint noboday left but us these days.