so i was at teh tarik place the other day.
ordered nescafe 'o' ais and maggi goreng.
nothing interesting happened.
so i took out a book and started reading.
the waiter came with a 'mee goreng' instead.
i said "maggi goreng, i don't eat this"
he looked puzzled with his head slightly bent.
he stared blank at the plate he was holding.
he walked away.
i continued reading.
a minute later he came with a mee goreng again.
i believed it was the same plate as the trajectory of the telur goreng was similar.
i said "maayyyyy giiiiii GO-RENG - Fried maggi mee - you know?"
he looked even more puzzled.
a word popped out in my head somehow.
'contrails' - which are the visible trails of condensed water vapour made by the exhaust of aircraft engines.
i do not know why.
a minute later.
a big indian man in black came.
"mee goreng?" he asked.
"come on man, i know what i want!"
"but this is mee goreng, sedap jugak!" he replied, with an uneven smile on his thick lips.
"maggi goreng, maggi goreng, maggi goreng, maggi goreng... that's what i want!!!"
the big indian man is still there, his head was shaking in a small circle of intrepid - still smiling, and still holding the plate of mee goreng.
he placed the mee goreng in front of me.
pushed it bit by bit.
i could see his thick lips slightly separated.
i could see his toungue slightly sticking out.
i had mee goreng and suppressed anger that day.
three words came out in my head.
"swirling" "vortex" and shit... i can't remember the other one.