Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Distractions

Cookies are distracting.
Gossip is distracting.
Chocolate is distracting.
Food is distracting.
Hunger is distracting.
Headaches are distracting.
Hearing someone call your name is distracting.
Shopping is a very focussed distraction.
Trains of thought are distracting.
The smell of chicken rice is distracting.
Problems are distracting.
Anticipation is distracting.
The need to pee is distracting.
Thinking is distracting.
Mosquitoe bites. are. DISTRACTING.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Rasa sayang

“The film Nasi Lemak 2.0 has been viewed with prejudice because the producer (Namewee) had sparked a controversy before,” Finas director-general Mohd Naguib Razak said in a press statement. ~ The Star Online


OMG, I mean forget about it being a true-and-so-damn-funny representation of culture and food and everything we Malaysians love, the only thing those whats-its can allude to is that Namawee and Nasi Lemak is like totally seditious right? The day Mohd Naguib Razak sings Negaraku with as much passion as Namawee and is not ashamed for people to judge him on it, I'll give his opinion some credit.

The peppering of eye-rolling innuendo aside, it was a great watch, bursting in flavour both brash and subtle. Nasi Lemak 2.0 brought together so many elements of stereotypical Malaysian life, combined in a satirical package wrapped with tongue-in-cheek ribbon from the morning tai chi sessions in the park to reviving TV1's Baba Nyonya power "couple" (R.I.P Chee) to Chinese ghosts, Indian dancing, hawker stalls, the 4-wife club, Chinese sifus and family feuds and my personal favourite, defunct Proton power windows and door handles.

I'm sure we all have our personal Kak Noor. Mine's at the Asia Jaya LRT :)

(I forgive Namawee for not including East Malaysia's traditional tribes in Nasi Lemak 2.0 but maybe he can make a sequel called Borneo 0.5 if Pek Moh will let him...)

Sunday, October 09, 2011

Taking the midnight train

It was one of those I-am-going-to-spend-some-time-with-me moments. Having had a Starbucks mushroom struddel and creme brulee macchiato with a window view I took to exploring this town at midnight.

Satok market was still bustling as I turned the corner from Keretapi. I was tempted to stop by to look for dabai but it never stops at one. If I had pulled over, my stomach would certainly have returned home carrying memories of kuih lapis, lekor, ayam panggang, deep fried gizzard, bishop's nose and liver, apam balik, satay, kuih batik AND dabai if I could find any. Crispy fish and lush chips with tangy onion dripping wrapped in a paper bag in the middle of winter would be the London equivalent.

Heading across the Satok bridge I remember that there used to be a pedestrian bridge running parallel to the tarred road but no longer. There also used to be an arena where a round of tibow awaited those game enough to try but these days we hear more of Rempit than Rentap.

As I drove through Petra Jaya I wondered if the old trees that lined the road, providing shade in the day and fancy at night, made even more romantic by lit up spotlights of orange and white and green would soon disappear as their Airport Road counterparts did under the axe and tractor. What are we willing to risk losing in the name of progress? What dare we hold on to in order to step forward?

Passing by the State library I remember the night when Wizard of Oz played on an outdoor screen under the stars; 1Sarawak sitting on a carpet of mozaic with vendors selling burgers and buttered sweetcorn on the side. I remember being grateful that the essence of community is still alive.

Perhaps it is down to poor memory but I don't recall seeing KL roads lit up with emblems the way Kuching does it. Bulbs of red, green and yellow line the streets taking forms of hibiscuses, Iban shields, a hunter with a blowpipe, Diwali lamps, crescents, stars and ketupats. Should more trees be mown to make way for infrastructure, the varying images hanging just under the streetlamp's orange glow is a definite poignant way to acknowledge that just as trees grew where posts now stand, our community was not created by policy or mandate but is natural and alive, vibrant and growing.

It was definitely good to know that at midnight mamak shops near the Indian mosque in town were still open as was Open Air by Electra house. No talk of sio bee being too close to the nasi lemak there! The busy view across river from Gambier Street littered with shimmery bunga manggar around the Astana also told me that the nasi kerabu lady was still going strong. I have not quite been able to find pizza that I like as much as Tom's minced beef pizza which used to be by the playground at Waterfront. Pizza has not quite been the same experience since they closed down/moved. Down Abell Road both Raja Ayam and Shore were piping hot for business. A growl from below told me I hadn't had roti boom (yes "boom!") with chicken and cheese in a while.

The road home was otherwise uneventful although it is no secret that if Kuching roads carry on the way they do, we would have a smoother journey travelling by buffalo, horse or ostrich. I suppose you could say it was a good night.

Monday, October 03, 2011

How are you?

Loaded question
Default diction
But few really care
About rolling friction.

Fishing hook
Gossip brook
Small talk hoo ha
By the book.

Judge and stare
Think you've got flair?
I'll take you on
Tooth, claw, beware.

Time stands still
Questions fill
The sound of nothing
Nothing fulfilled.

Don't reap, don't sow
Hand off my paw
Walk by in the night
No need to caw.

"Oh, fine thank you!"
A lie to chew
Just tell me straight
Repaid in lieu.

Don't want to talk
Don't talk bout walk
Don't hum the hymn
It's 3 o'clock.

Not that I
Delight in fie
But rather out
Than in with lies.