Today is a weird day.So was yesterday...and the day before that....hmmm . I woke up in the morning feeling awful.There's something funky going on in my stomach.My wife made an experiment yesterday.She prepared an extraordinary pancake with some extra ingredients like cinnamon powder and other stuff. It was great.
After fetching her to work, i thought of calling it a day and just sleep off the whole morning and afternoon.However the plan did not materialised after I woke up about 11.30 am. My stomach is feeling a lot better now.I decided to walk down the nearest nasi kandar restaurant which normally would take me about 10 minutes.So it goes the dude went for a nice stroll towards Subaidah.In Penang there's like a thousand of Nasi Kandar restaurants each claiming to be the best.There's Subaidah,there's Ibrahim,Mohammad,Pelita ,Aruna, Kassim and all the mamak name you can find in the phone directory.
As I was walking, a 12 wheeler past me by(or was it a 16 wheeler? i'm not sure as i'm busy jumping off the street to save my butt).Now I've been noticing the same kind of trucks each time going towards the port.These truck are carrying loads of scrap metal to a nearby scrap yard.Im not sure but I think there's a scrap metal exchange program going on here as i see them bringing scrap metals in and out at the same time.They place these scrap metals in 3 huge rusty containers.Its so rusty that 10 seconds staring at it ,you'll need a tetanus shot.
So I was on my way again ,this time walking closely next to the drain.Im not sure how Penangites get acustomed to the stagnant water they see everyday. Didn't anybody make any complaints? It's green and gooey ...I wonder if I actually followed the trail of these drain i'll end up at the dead marshes where the first alliance of men and elves stood to fight the tyranny of dark forces lead by Lord Sauron.Ok... so i actually didn't end up there but close in fact. Its Subaidah, a popular Nasi Kandar chain here in Butterworth.
The "aneh" took my order...tiga roti kosong...hehehe, chubby dude has no plans of keeping a strict diet. 10 minutes gone by and my roti kosong is wrapped nicely under a nice piece of news paper.
Mas sticking to Oct 1st date....yeah right!!!
So i went to the cashier counter..there's and old man behind the counter.He was there when nasi kandar was born.There's a middle aged lady in front of me.Chubby...probably had 3 roti kosong as well...and still have enough room to have some take away.Hey, I think chuby girls are cool but they should know what to wear to keep it that way.This lady was wearing a really tight fitting pair of jeans and I'm almost sure that it was sewn on her couple of decades ago.She smiled...I smiled back nervously keeping my ears sharp to any sound of a single thread snap from the side stitch of her jeans. Any sound and I would take cover just in case the jeans exploded into tiny bits and pieces of thread.It didn't happen. So I was just getting too carried away.So it was my turn to add extra funds to the ever growing franchise called Subaidah.Rm 1.80 . Damn! I wanna open my own mamak stall too.Im sure i can manoevore oily dough on air. After all I had disc jockey training many years back. Pretty much the same.I paid old man river and slunk out of the restaurant. So I head back...double time...my stomach can't take it anymore. Head towards the guard house and paid homage by waving my left hand at D'Artagnan and his muskateers(that's what my wife and I named the guards ).
Walked towards the condo building and finally home.....In goes the 3 roti kosong in record time and continue reading Kua Kia Soong's May 13. Life is good.
Song of the day:
Perut o perut kenapa engkau sakit,
Macam mana aku tak sakit,
Makan "pancake" bini engkau...
Makan "pancake" bini engkau.....
Hehehehe...
