Why do sense and sensibility get thrown out the door when hunger pangs strike in the middle of the night? I, for one, crave the most unhealthy things around that time. More often than not, don't ask me why, it's Nasi Lemak that I long for. And it has to be the Ponggol one along Tanjong Katong Road. Once I am there, it's a no-holds-barred, storm-the-front event. Why have one chicken wing when I can have two? Heck, let's throw in an extra portion of rice while we pile on the fried egg, otak and stir-fried lady's fingers! When I am done stuffing my face, I quietly roll away into the night... propelled by my happy burps.