Satu pagi di hari-belum-raya

It was in the early week of Ramadhan when I was on this shuttle bus from my hometown going back to KL. And as usual, I will sleep throughout the journey.

Bukak2 je mata, nampak jam pukul 5.00am. "Ahh nasib baik, sempat lagi nak sahur ni".

Tapi tengok2 keliling, all the seats were empty except the ones around driver's seat. Tengok luar bas, I saw some factory-like buildings. "Ahh sudah, takkan kat Kepong pula ni?"

Aku pun berjalan ke depan, jumpa driver tu:
"Kita kat mana ni bang?"
"Awak nak turun Hentian Putra ke?"
"Ha'ah"
"Laaa kita dah nak sampai Port Klang ni, dik"

Damn!

Aku berjanji akan set alarm clock next time aku naik bas dari kampung ke KL, especially bas yg final stop dia bukan Hentian Putra.

So long as you harm none, do what you will

do unto others as you would have them do unto you

this is not your local food guide

My family has a weird tradition. Whoever that is going to migrate from KL to somewhere else (in most cases, back to our hometown up north), he/she needs to pass down a will to whomsoever that stays. The will basically contains all the places in KL that he/she thinks are nice to dine & feast.

Funny to think how important good food is to my family :) I guess that's how I got my crave for nice (albeit not necessarily expensive) meals.

And, no, I am definitely not turning this blog into your local internet-based food guide.

selamat pagi dunia

There were times when i felt like mumbling stuffs - not to make an impact, but just for the sake of letting it out aloud, however unimportant that might be.

And that is the very reason why I created this pojok - going along with hundreds of millions of other bloggers out there who have co-existed and populated this new universe within planet earth - the blogosphere.

All hail the newly-born si foodie the fishish!