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Whenever I eat scrambled eggs with roti, I'd remember my primary school friends. You see, my friends and I would rotate our bawa-bekal tasks between each other. Since my Mom was still working at that time, I could only bring the simplest of meals like nasi goreng and some sandwiches. I think there were about 8 or 9 of us, so eating meals during the break was very fun. We started the tradition when we were in standard 4 I guess, and it went on until we left the primary school 2 years later, I think.

I have a story about the scrambled eggs with roti. This one friend of mine always brought scrambled eggs with roti with some chilli sauce. After a few times of bringing the same dish, one day she told us that her maid was very mad because she spilt some sauce at her baju sekolah and the maid couldn't get the stains out. So after that, she would bring some other kind of meals like nasi lemak (yes, fancy that. I don't understand either) and butter-filled, no chilli sauce scrambled eggs with roti. I shudder to think what I've consumed since the past 24 years I've lived in this mad world.

And this story never fails to make me ashamed of my own naivete. When I was in standard 6, my Dad would give me RM2 per day and every Saturday after kelas tambahan, I liked to go to this mapley that served the best mee goreng mamak (well, according to the 12-year-old me, that was). So every Saturday, I'd order and eat the mee goreng mamak and drink milo ais and the mamak always charged me RM2. Maybe I should tell you that I always ate alone because the mapley wasn't very far to where I lived at that time. A few months after that, I went to the mapley with my Dad and I was surprised that he charged my Dad RM1.20 more than the usual. When I asked him why, he smiled and simply said, "Because you only have RM2".

Malu saya. So after that, every Saturday, my Dad would give me an extra RM1 but the mamak would only take RM2 from me. Malu lagi.

When I entered secondary school, the mapley was demolished because they wanted to build some shophouses. Sadness indeed.

And hey, I like to read Nury Vittachi's column in The Sun. His article today is epic yo! Harry Potter and the Da Vinci Code at Twilight is genius.