i want to eat in peace, please.

i had breakfast at the ungodly hour of 8am this morning
mostly i don't come across as a person who likes to eat at old school kopitiams and someone you'd ask along for a foodie trip, but truth be told i LOVE going around town, snuffing out nooks and crannies for a good bowl of noodles *drools*

now at this particular place in downtown KL, there's a stall that sells some super scrumptious noodles, to me it's unbeatable (:
it's got the makings of a stall that operates illegally, with the familiar trinkle of customers every morning, customers who share their tables with other customers (in chinese, it's called "taap toi"), orders being shouted across the the tables, the steaming pot of boiling water that doesn't seem to run out of gas, the wooden chopsticks and porcelain chipped bowls, all of that and it's right next to the main street. it sounds dirty, messy and horribly disorganized but it's all part of the experience.
to date, i have brought along a few friends to try this out with me, and i would say that the reviews ain't half bad.

it's a place that holds all sorts of weird memories for me, like for instance this stall is strategically placed directly opposite a tuition centre which i attended during pre-PMR and pre-SPM days like wth, super random, and at night the street is converted to a foodie bazaar, of which one stall sells a crazy "sup kambing"! meleleh air liur!
when my grandpa was still around, we'd go to this noodle place at least once a week, cause he knows the family that runs the business etc, and it was a warm pleasant feeling to just chill out with family like that, y'know?

anyway, i'm digressing. i guess the main point of this post was THIS morning's breakfast
so back to that. sitting alone at some obscure corner of the tiny space this place has, a man showed up to "taap toi" with me, and it was cool, no objections, i'm just going to eat and leave.
it turns out he's a regular, and the drink man is an acquaintance of his. so they start talking low tones that i can't make out what they are saying. by and by, i could hear a little of what they were saying and it is actually the drink man bragging to my neighbour about where they've been for the holidays etc, how expensive it is to travel and so on.

eavesdropping isn't exactly my favourite past time, but you can't switch off your ears either.
in any case, it's such a typical chinese thing to do (yes, i'm racist, sue me!), to tell an acquaintance that you have not met in a while about the recent "things" you've done, i.e. eaten at luxurious courts, traveled to faraway lands and made lots of money. all this besting and competing is SO FAKE. get real mister. he's not in any mood to listen to you brag while having a good bowl of noodles for breakfast on a cool saturday morning. to be polite is the least anyone could do.

can you imagine eating your favourite snack with some harry breathing down your neck, spouting his latest escapades? seriously. +_+ hovering should be banned, especially during my bowl of noodles.