There is still HOPE!

I, and perhaps the rest of the nation too, have been complaining about the price increase in tandem with the price of crude oil per barrel - even roti canai and telur tiga suku masak dented my shallow pocket.

On the way to the office, half awake I stopped by the stall behind TMC where I normally get my regular dose of Kari Kepala Ikan (underneath a big tree) and Sweet Appam.

Typically, solo breakfasts are very productive. Oblivious about my surrounding, I made phone calls and listed down things to do and ate a plate of roti kosong banjir and a glass of teh tarik.

Done with the meal I asked:

Boss! Brapa?

Satu Ringgit.

Noooooo!

U apa makan?

Roti kosong sama teh tarik.

Teh lima puluh sen, Roti lima puluh sen.

Oh. Thank you boss!


I walked to my car and felt a bit richer today.....