SUBANG JAYA, June 1 -- As a kid, I used to take the bus (read: small van) home from school in Subang.

I lived the furthest, so I was always the last one off.

Most of the other kids lived nearby, so after the initial flurry, it was often just me and Mr Wadi, the driver, for the next hour and a half.

I spent many a sweltering afternoon in that van listening to Oasis, wondering if my parents would ever "get" me, and whether my crush thought my Tintin haircut was cool.

She didn't.

But on some afternoons, Mr Wadi would stop for a snack and come back with a few pisang goreng from a roadside stall, which helped soften the blow.

Sometimes it was in Kampung Sungai Kayu Ara, other times in Ara Damansara.

The best thing about pisang goreng is...