Kalau sesiapa YB atau Menteri datang sini, saya tampar muka mereka betul-betul. (If any Minister or legislator comes here, I'm going to slap them properly.)

Pak runs a little ramshackle foodstall, cocooned by the sky-high low-cost flats of Pantai Dalam. I drop in, on occasion, sitting on shaky stools while waiting for friends to finish their political work nearby.

It is here, in the constituency of Pantai, that the gulf between the rich and the poor couldn't be any wider. A stone's throw away from Pantai Dalam lie million-ringgit homes and their entertainment playground, Bangsar. Karl Marx would have been so pleased to find his thesis still thriving, that he'd ignore his carbuncles for a moment or two.

For the price of a lukewarm glass of coffee, I get to listen in to the latest of Umno's shenanigans, the state of his pride and joy Proton Wira circa 2001 and the price of fish.