Mamak

In the distance, I could see some really hungry working people congregating near the dunes of food of Hairun Maju Mamak, and as I watched them taking their food, I reached for my plate. Lamb on the side, an egg, and a glass of teh halia; I had almost the same thing everyday, after the exact same breakfast of dry bihun, scrambled egg whites, and a banana. I'm blessed with such luxury and comfort from Malaysia. Food and drinks are relatively cheap here. As much as I crazed the occasional adrenaline rush, my diet couldn't be more boring.

Most days of the year are unremarkable. Despite being a Ipoh -ians ( The land of good food ), I can still live without some, it's just, sometimes I'm too lazy to think of where to eat and ended up myself at mamak. Due to time constraints, mamak stalls is the only solution I can think of, plus all mamaks embracing fast food concepts, operating 24 hours, 7 days a week. They even rise to the occasion by broadcasting major events like EPL matches, badminton tournament and even the Olympic Games.

My friends marveled at the rigidity of my so called 'self-control', but what I didn't tell them was that it had more to do with my limited time than self - discipline.

...And yeah I know. My annual yearly resolution totally down the drain. You get my drift.