I have always been waiting for the chance to give my hometown, Johor Bahru, a nice, big burn! And it looks like the chance is now. It’s not that I don’t like my hometown, I do. I’m as proud to be a Johorean as any other Johorean out there, even if my family and I moved away way back in 1989.
I was so proud that the Johor football team was the first team in Malaysia to ever win the ‘double’ in 1991– the Malaysia Cup and the Premiere League in the same year. But what really annoys me is the blind pride that Johoreans are known to have. So blind that nothing outside of Johor is ever good enough.
Yes, I know! It’s a generalisation on my part. But that’s not the point I’m trying to make here. Just read on and you will see (hopefully!). Take my wife and her family for instance. Like me, they’re all from Johor Bahru too, and the things they complain about living in the Klang Valley can be so ridiculous.
“Sorry if the sambal doesn’t taste good. KL chili is plastic chili. Not like in JB.”
(I guess all chili bought outside of JB is fake chili?)
“The spaghetti they use to make Laksa Johor in KL is not as good as in JB.”
(Why a local Johor dish needs to have an ingredient originating from Italy beats me!)
“Wow! This noodle soup is really good! I’m sure the restaurant owner is from JB.”
“What kind of party is this? So boring! They’re not Johoreans, that’s why!”
(Now all you readers are getting the picture, right?)