The Heartbroken Nasi Lemak

A little boy with smudges of kuah kacang on his worn-off t-shirt served my so-called famous JB nasi lemak. The tantalizing smell of the pandan-scented rice made me and my friends scrambling for the cutleries. Shocked by our impulsive reaction, the little boy walked away, grinning in delight that he had served a group of famished ‘animals’. Paying no heed to public perception, we gorged ourselves with the nasi lemak, relentlessly alternating with the sweet ice-lemon tea. Having lived in Malaysia for years, I’ve never tasted a nasi lemak this good. Must be the ambiance, I thought. It was an old wooden stall built on tilts in Senibong facing the Tebrau Straits. A calm dinner by the straits, looking at the flickering lights from the factory chimneys along the Singapore’s shore was indeed not an everyday sight.

Then, I thought of my fellow friends on the other side. They would be enjoying the nasi lemak as much as I do. It’s a pity that we, at least in the past, have shared so many things in common as a nation in quest of independence from the British imperialist and only then are separated by political ideologies. No matter how much I wish to pacify myself that every cloud has a silver lining, the day where we decided to go our separate ways was the day world peace was wounded.

Blink Blink!

It’s funny that of all many beautiful things in this world, only a few that you can hold them in your hands. This, of course, not to be taken literally unless you are the type that defines beauty as being able to regularly brag and get cheap thrills with newfangled multicolour blinking hand phones. For the first time in my life, I have something that naturally blinks in my hands, besides hand phones. Not really a fan of bug myself, but the sight of this tiny twinkling insect dancing on my palm was simply enthralling.

Here’s some facts to chew: The Firefly or Lightning Bug (Photuris pyralis). They don't bite, they have no pincers, they don't attack, they don't carry disease, they are not poisonous, they don't even fly very fast.

Admittedly, to come 60km off KL just to look at some creepy-crawly may not be the ideal outing one would wish for. The more I thought how silly that could be, the more syrupy I become. I don’t know if this peculiar feeling is a sign of me turning soft. But surely, it’s an emotion that has long gone from my sensory nerves. (Yes, I’m talking more than just the Lightning Bug here).

I was drawn to this one “Firefly” that twinkled in her own pace, flying aimlessly and gently alighted on my right thumb. Instantly, I shuddered when she struck my heart with this pleasantly weird feeling. I know it’s time to say what I felt. Straight away, I whispered, hoping that she listens.

Woohoo… going too ridiculously clichéd here. Regardless, it was indeed a moment to treasure.

The Mamak Brain Drain

In effort to protect the country against potential loss from the worsening problem of brain drain among members of Parliament, the Government has passed a law to instal all mamak outlets with microphones which will be connected to the Parliament. This measure is taken based on a study that members of Parliament tend to be more responsive and generate more ideas during their regular teh-tarik session than the usually mundane Parliamentary session. An unnamed Government observer cited that members of Parliament often suffers blur-like-sotong syndrome during every Parliamentary session. The syndrome is said to have caused members to present ill-advised and imprudent opinions during their regular morning session. Among the recently documented incidences which creates a hullabaloo in our Parliament are:

1. The certified halal pig-intestine sausages

2. "Don't bully my timbalan!" - Keng Yaikkss, over water pollution issue.

3. "All dogs and dog-owners must be circumsized" - unknown, message to those who keeps dogs as pets and couch-buddy.

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