Are You Training for Something?

I mentioned so many times about a pisang goreng[1. Fried Banana] stall near my house, they also serve breakfast.


Usually, regular customers and the tea boy would clinch their fist in the air and shout, “Malaysia Boleh” every time I pass the stall. I’d waive back and continue with my run. So does the fish mongers and butchers at the wet market, opposite the cemetery.

It’s almost my daily routine. (Every other day or daily run).

Today I was a bit early. I completed my 5km course quicker than usual. I went back to the stall to grab a toast and “teh-o-suam”. A pakcik sitting next to where I was standing, asked.

“You lari hari-hari untuk apa?”. I could only smile, I was still out of breath.

“You training untuk Malaysia ke?”. My subconscious mind nodded before I could say anything.

“Main apa?”, he asked.

“Bowling padang”. What the hell? Why did I say that? Out of so many sports in the world, why bowling padang? I have the slightest idea on how to play the game nor have I ever hold the ball.

“Oh. Pakcik taktau apa tu. Takpa, mai makan, pakcik belanja.” Great. A lie could get me breakfast.

While munching, I started formulating on how to explain the truth. Before I could open my mouth, he called up other regulars, “Hangpa tau, dia ni main bowling padang untuk Malaysia!”.

“Tu dia aih! Baguih baguih. Bagi naik sikit nama taman kami ni”. The regulars cheered on, my face turned red, I blushed. Little did they know, it was an unintentional lie made during my hypoxic state[2. Hypoxia – A mismatch between oxygen supply and its demand at the cellular level.].

They’ll probably ask me again tomorrow, the day after and so forth. When the time is right, I’ll tell them I’ve retired.

ps: I wonder, is my breakfast considered Halal?

pss: Best jogging apparatus: Puma racing shoes, loose short and undies, 100% cotton T’s and Nokia 5800 ExpressMusic.

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