Day 1 of staycation – Christmas eve

December 25, 2011

Woken by a long distance phone call from Indonesia, I set to work on giving my clients the information they wanted, and finished by lunchtime. Bought papers and went to EAT village and had 2 bowls of kin kin noodles. This time I did not chat with the grouchy fat guy.  I think these noodles are the second best dish in Malaysia*. As always when I was done IBS kicked in and I had to go to the bathroom. Went to MPH to browse tech magazines and at a iriver showroom in a nook in the bookstore I held a kindle-like device in my heads to feel its weight. I think it is called NOOK. Entered Ben’s Independent Grocers and felt alone admist aisles of expensive foodstuff.  Gave up and went to the Bee and ordered a double espresso with a glass of water. Paid for the drinks the moment the waiter brought it over – he said “no, it’s ok sir you can pay later” but I wanted to save him the hassle of going & coming.  I finished all but the last chapter of 1Q84 (wanted to save the last for home). At home I read the last chapter and switched on the tv. I was happy to catch the finale of AFC’s next celebrity chef and was rooting for Diane to win, only because I voted for her on the website a few days ago in order to win an Ipad2. Stanley would have been my unemotional choice. Dino won.  I started on Lee Kuan Yew’s Hard Truths, another behemoth hardcover though only because it’s large print. I don’t usually read large print. At 8 I was still stuffed with lunch and so I went to the gym and did my usual 3+ km jog and weights. I waited an hour at least after my exercise before I lit a cigarette. Sms-ed my pirate friend James to see if he was open for business and he called back “I’ll wait up for you habib. Come now”. Drove to his shop in Damansara Perdana and bought 6 dvds, which included an ice age animation & a barbie christmas edition. Maya’s coming tomorrow. On the way back to mount kiara 11pm? I stopped by at Nasi Kandar Pelita and watched as wait-staff went back and forth and around me but didn’t stop to take my order. But I did not call for attention.  I ate tandoori chicken and naan with my right hand as I flipped hard truths with my left.  At home I watched brad pitt in moneyball. 

It is now 2 am and apparently there’s a storm in Kuching as I write this.

*The best dish to me is fried petai beehoon from a restaurant whose name I don’t know in the town whose name I forget that’s at the foothills of Genting. I would pass by this town and stop at this restaurant almost always I drive to or back from terengganu. I tried to recreate this dish at home once and it was amazing – but still only half as good as I would get at this nondescript restaurant.

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