Okay, so most of us associate eating as social events...get togethers...catch ups. You pick up the phone and go, "Ho loi mo kin...oi yum cha mo?" (directly translated as "Long time no see...want to drink tea a.k.a makan*-lah*?"). You get the point.
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But there ARE times when one becomes hungry at odd hours and one does not have one's boyfriend or girlfriend or normal friends for that matter to lunch or dine with and one is forced to venture out into the cruel world in search of nutrition (especially when that one is too lazy to cook).
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That happened to me this afternoon. It was a terrible call (and still is...oh ICU...why do you plague my on call days with your inefficiencies!!!) and I finished rather late in the afternoon. Having eaten neither breakfast nor drunk any coffee, I was famished. The kind of famished that leaves one yearning for her favourite dishes (tom yam, durians, steamboat, crabs, sashimi, raw oyters...). It was coming to 4 pm and so I decide to head to this Chilli Pan Mee shop near my house. I entered the shop and sat down at a table meant for two. It was clearly just me and my handbag. The douchebag of a waiter took a while to take my order because he thought that I was waiting for someone else. Sacrilege!!! She could not possibly be eating alone. Sound the sirens. We have a social outcast on our hands!!!
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I had to wave him over to take my order...a bowl of spicy pan mee and a herbal tea. All through my order he kept asking, "Only for one? Only for one?". Yes dude, I am eating alone. What's wrong with you? Have you not seen anyone eating alone before? Are you afraid of eating alone? Hello? Which freaking universe are you from! Now scramble along and bring me my order for ONE...yes you heard it right...ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE!!!
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Oh boy, what is the world coming to when a lone person is unable to sit by himself or herself and eat in peace. Two nights ago, I finished clinics at 10 and again was famished. In a restaurant somewhere in Taman Tun, I saw a lone guy sitting with his claypot and a story book. He looked like he was enjoying his solidarity..serenely reading his book and eating his 'loh she fun'. Way to go dude!
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*makan = eat
*lah = a totally useless post-fix added on by Malaysians (yes, the Singaporeans stole this as well) in casual conversations
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