OMPOK

I've just learned that 'ompok' is not just a dish peculiar to the 'kampos' but is actually a specy of catfish. I suppose the name of the dish is derived from the name of the fish used (ikan koli ko, ikan semilang ko, memang sodap dibuek ompok). Nowadays, I'm seldom able to enjoy this dish since:
i. my beloved mother is no longer around to cook the dish for me
ii. I cannot rely on my sister to cook for me since she is always ill
iii. I'd love to cook the dish myself but then it won't be as tasty as if cooked by my late mother or
sister
iv. I'm not in the mood to cook anything anyway since I'm suffering from plantar faciitis.
Anyway, I do remember how tasty the dish is when eaten with 'nasi lemak'. My late father used to get my mother to cook 'nasi lemak' and 'ompok ikan kembung' for 'moreh' during Ramadan. The dish is also delicious eaten with 'pulut kukus'.
Those were the good old days!

Dr Mahathir Mohamad: The Racist Card

Dr Mahathir Mohamad: The Racist Card


I totally agree with TDM. I find it very irritating when my students are not able to communicate in the National Language, either with their peers or teachers. When I was studying in Liverpool (thanks to DEB), I got to know a Chinese from Mauritius. She spoke English and French only. Another Chinese from Thailand spoke English and Thai. Even their names identify them as being from the respective countries. Yet, those from Malaysia have nothing to identify them as being originated from Malaysia. Their names are either Chinese or English (!), and they are not fluent in the National Language. The same goes to the Indians. How can you claim to belong to a country when you do not embrace what the country represents?