This morning there a few people from the fucking office called up asking when the fuck I gonna hand in the fucking MC.
Man…. what the fuck is so important with that fucking paper. No one asked what the hell happened or how’s my condition… am I dying etc. What they cared was that fucking MC. Will I smash my already ugly face just to fake a fucking MC?
Luckily my colleague came just now. Mun Choon. He came and collected the fucking MC.
Nasi lemak
Bak kut teh
Lum Mee
Pork mee
prawn mee
Char kuey tiau
Teowchew porridge
Man, when your jaw is locked for a few days and only on liquid diet, you’ll know you never ever gonna take food for granted again. Never waste food again. Everyday I think of the nasi lemak man of Hilton Corner Nasi Lemak at Wisma Genting. I wish I can see him soon.
I’m also missing the fat lady cooking bak kut teh at Kaka. Arrghgh. I miss that specky boss of the prawn mee + lum mee joint in Kepong, Ho Yee Kee. I miss that fat char kuey tiau lady at Yum Yum Tree, Taman Desa. Arrgh.
I miss all these people more than my parents. Arrggh.
ARRGGHHH.
Hope we can sing this to our boss every year to show our respect to him. Too bad my mouth is locked. I cant sing it to him. But the spirit is there.
We’re just ta kung chai.
ngo tei yi pan ta kung chai
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