Anatomy Of A Stupid.

The first buka

I squint my eyes as I awake from a nap and the wall clock reads barely over 5. As I travelled my hand across the bed towards the table to grab somethingm suddenly I realize - I’m still fasting!! Phew, it was way too close to me almost gulping down that cup of water I had from last night.

So I woke up, got up and got ready to go through the regular family ritual for Ramadhan, the bazaar! Parents and I left home at 5.30pm in search for some good food for break fast, and I have to admit lah, going to a bazaar really isn’t the way to satisfy your taste buds, read on.

Well, normally we try to avoid the bazaar nearby Shah Alam stadium because it’s like a sardine can there and people of all age, gender and orientation like to grope every other peoples’ body parts regardless of whether it is intentional or not, but the one nearby Concorde Section 9 had a stall count of like… 3? Last year it was at the parking lot next to the futsal field, but now the lot’s gone private so no bazaars there this year.

Anyways, we still had to go to the one next to the stadium. The people there park cars like chickens, seriously. They like to do stupid stuff like take more than one bay, or take their own sweet time when reverse parking in the middle of a congested parking lane or park in the middle of the road just because they have a big car. I can only say I was fasting and I’d rather not think irritationality, or else I might just have to start chatting on Hitz.TV due to depression.

Well it’s no shortcoming, the whole place was crowded like mardi gras goes to California. Upon then we immediately decided, looking at the clock reading 6.00pm, that we will ONLY buy LIGHT stuff and later get some take out chicken rice from TCRS. Split up we did, I was carrying the camera on one shoulder so it made things even more difficult. I struggled through the crowd searching for some buah melaka and a sugar cane drink stall only to find Megat halfway through the crowd.. At least he didn’t see me hopping all over the show trying to see what people were selling (everyone was so tall lah).

Cool, at last I got to steal a sniff through the people to a buah melaka trail, they have this sort of aqua and coconut smell and it’s quite distinct. There’s a huge block of people infront of me, they weren’t moving, options were pretty slim for me. What to do? Took me 3 minutes to convince myself I wouldn’t embarrass myself if I just fought through the crowd and then just lowered my head and went in. Bumping through men, women, kids, mat rempits, blind-people-asking-for-some-change, I kept going until I reached the counter and searched the table for that hairy green ball contraption.

And so, now I shall share something I learned today with y’all. Apparently buah melaka, a green flour ball filled with brown sugar and coated with coconut also has a successor - kuih kasui. Kuih kasui, is a flour block that’s premixed with brown sugar and coated with coconut. Sounds familiar? Well they didn’t have any buah melaka anyway.

Long story short, I finally found what I wanted, and got it, no wait, got lots of it and headed back to base where I realized that I forgot to purchase the sugar cane drink. Instead of looking for that specific stall I just got one from this really small counter which nobody else bought from and I just knew I’m on the path to deep dung. So then I really headed back to the car and waited for the parents.

Well how surprisingly LIGHT were the rendang, keropok lekor, ketupat, noodles and soup they bought, because it seemed like we were going to outdo ourselves again this time. Mom bought some buah melaka too. Actually this all was a blessing in disguise to the end, because when we reached TCRS they say that they don’t do take-outs and we ended up buying a variety bucket from KFC.

At home, the clock read 7.00pm and everything was a rush. Suddenly I realize something. Something stinks that it. Shoot! It’s the buah melaka I bought! the coconut had already smelled like rotten eggs and I had to throw it all away. All RM3 worth of it =( So at 7.06pm we got the confirmation on TV that it’s time, but to play it safe we await the local mosque’s signal just so that last year’s mishap where we broke fast according to a time set for some state up far north.

Everything went fine, for the first time the parents didn’t complain digging into KFC, the standby buah melaka came in handy and there’s plenty of leftovers for sahur. Blessings in disguise. They’ll be coming in a whole FedEx large saver box during Ramadhan. Selamat berbuka puasa everybody!

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