Feb

The Quest For Malaccan Dodol

1) Dodol Delirium
Well, nothing surmounts Malaccan dodol. Period. All the other Malaysian states try and conk out miserably, apart from PENANG & MALACCA, the food in other states generally sucks, no matter what they try to champion.
Y-U-C-K! Manifestly KL food is salutary too because it’s the culinary melting pot of Malaysia. When people were celebrating CNY, I was engaged motoring for hours to Malacca just to allay my craving for dodol. But of course, I dwelled at my family’s apartment in Glory Beach in near Lukut, which is dainty, regrettably can’t say anything nice AT ALL about the PD beach.

I’m am sure as shooting one of the LUCKY ones to obviate the monolithic snarl-up on the PLUS highway. The traffic’s always in the opposite direction. Only had a few small jams, lasted for only of 15 mins spouts or so. Otherwise, a perfect drive - God must’ve been keeping his eyes on me, to make sure I’m on Santa’s list this year! LOL! Also made a pit stop at the overly hyped “restoran jejantas” somewhere in Ayer Keroh. We had A&W (super scrumptious Rootbeer!) as the KFC was thronged with the population of Singapore! What’s with people and chicken?

Went up to Afamosa (a must) for schmaltzy reasons. Brought back some good memories - family, ex-girlfriend etc. I was alerted by my friend when we were having ice chocolate in Mahkota Parade (sorry, it’s a Klang Valley thing - we love shopping complexes! Woohoo!) that she saw the exact bullet that I’m wearing (yes, I’m wearing a bullet - my favorite ornament - bought it in India years ago, weighty like a bullet too!) at the top of the Afamosa. So, as any sane person who have passion for bullets would do, I left with haste - took me 15 minutes to holla my ass up there, only to find out that the “bullet” was an imitation. It was so flimsy that you would’ve mistaken it for a Singaporean! Hahahaha!

Also, rummaged the dodol last night and wounded myself in the process. I kept the dodol in the fridge as I love to eat ‘em when it’s enured. The drawback - when a dodol converges with a plate, it gets wedged like UHU glue. So, being the brainiac that I am, armed with the gift of foresight, I went ahead anyway, trying to kowtow the dodol off the plate with a knife that’s scraping in my direction. It slewed, and I now have a scar on my left palm (in between the thumb and the pointy finger).

2) Goatee : To Keep or Not to Keep, that is the question.
This remains one of the enigmas of mankind. I ALMOST feel bad for those who can’t mature a goatee, your life will forever be incomplete. Hahahaha! Anyways, it’s very rarefied that you catch me without my trusty goatee, unless on some occasions when I botch up a shave. What you’ll NEVER EVER see is, me sporting a moustache. That’s downright criminal and one should be cast off behind bars for going public with a face fungus! Yes, that’s what I think of moustache, a fugly face fungus. As for goatees are concerned, it’s a different proposition altogether. So, back to my question, shall I continue to maintain a goatee and shall I go clean shaven? Feedback please…

3) Confession : I wear glasses.
Yes, sorry folks. The photos in my friendster profile is my alter ego! Hahahaha! I’m ingloriously vain when it comes to my facial appearance. A metrosexual (An urban-living fashion-conscious man; a heterosexual with many attributes commonly attributed to gay men) of sorts. Having said that, I’m extremely floored with some important feedbacks on how I look better in glasses, something to do with intelligent outlook. Haha! Hmmmm….still ruminating over the RM4000 eye laser operation - Nah!! The JURY has reached a verdict - “the glasses shall remain.”

4) Pitfalls of Being Indian
No, this is not a bigot post, it’s more of a veridical view on today’s Indians of the world. Apparently, “we” are known to gasconade a lot and also make vacuous promises - but not all of us are!! You shouldn’t go generalizing like that - that’s so freaking discriminatory, and complete lack of respect towards others. No one’s flawless, maybe Indians tend to brag a lot so that they can be recognized in a society where they are a very small minority. It’s unlike that in India. The world’s hardest workers are from China and the world’s smartest people are from India - both ASIA. I’m not blowing my own trumpet - just stating the facts.

Anyway, the reason for this topic is to mention how wretched the current state of Indian intellection, where Indians JUST CANNOT see other Indians do well. WTF? They would opt to bring down their own race rather than unifying. That’s where I have the utmost respect for the Chinese. Don’t get me wrong, the Chinese can be very competitive with their kind, but they are a proud lot when their fellow race do well. Indians are way beyond time to catch up, and it’s sheer embarassing!

5) Smokers’ Ignorance
I used to ingest a pack of Dunhill Reds per day from 1995 to 1996. I quit smoking in 1997 - just got disgusted of it. Actually, come to think of it, I’ve never been addicted to it in the first place. It was more of a compeer acceptance thing than anything else - I blame it on my youth & Milli Vanilli. Having been off cigarettes for many a year, I now have low tolerance for cigarette smoke (unless I’m half way to heaven with Jack Daniel’s on one of my customary nightout…Haha!). The addiction to smoking is purely psychological. Subconsciously, you have “programmed” your brain (or what’s left of it) to cogitate that smoking releases tension, reduces stress, eases flow of crap out of your arse and various pudden-head reasons. It’s all in your mind chaps!

6) A Druggy Paradox
Another taboo. I seem to be swamped with them for this writeup. FACT - I disrespect drug addicts. Especially drug addicts who claim not to be hooked when they are! And also the drongos who think that drugs are beneficial. They have misplaced their sense of reality, and fly away to another world on some snort of cocain or crystal meths or ecstasy pills. Nightclubs in KL (particularly trance and techno hogwash) these days seem to be synonymous with substance abuse. It’s getting very outraging, and I’m amazed with the lack of urgency shown by our government in tackling this. Loads of kids (and adults who want to be kids) are hooked - be it socially or regularly.

Not to say that I have a halo on my head, as I had my small share of drug experience too, but not in Malaysia. It was in Buffalo, New York back in 2001, where my best friend Rudy hooked me up with several (yes, SEVERAL!) different drugs within a space of 24 hours FOR FREE! I ain’t kidding! Go ask her yourself and she’ll tell you. It started with some liquid called G (which she claimed is similar to weedkiller), and then to weed, to 5 snorts of Ketamin, also a butterfly pill, and 2 ecstacy pills. All in a day’s work. Also, during one of the Ketamin hit, we went to a local GAY club in Buffalo, to the “LADIES” room toilet! Can you believe it? It’s the truth! - go look for my best friend Rudy, in my friendster profile and she’ll attest to that. It was an interesting experience, one that I will not undergo again.

Listening to SEARCH’S ISABELLA on my winamp, now up to 3800 songs in my library.