Phuyohhhh….the next time you order something from the hawkers, please be kind. Don’t lor-lor-sor-sor say things like, don’t want garlic, extra kuchai, little bit of taugeh, no egg but extra noodle, less koay teow. I tell you, you make people cuntfuse.
That’s what I encountered this morning. I am assigned to take care of a char koay teow stall. The hawker only fry so I need to take the order and pack. The other church member collects the money. From 8.30 am until 12 noon, all I listen to are those things above. Lucky the people buying finally line up and it makes things so easy for me. Otherwise, I need to remember which person order how many packets or plates and how they want it and when they will come back and pick up. Arrggh…can go siao, I tell you. Somemore under the hot sun in a tent.
At 12 noon, my atm brought the kids to dump to me because he has gone off for badminton and lucky, I can escape after that. But not before I posing posing for a photo first lah. After standing there for four hours and looking at almost 100 woks of fried koay teow, I think I will swear off eating char koay teow, forever. Whoever mention CKT, I will puke.
The event is to raise fund for building a multi-purpose hall for the community in Sungai Ara. We need RM5 million to do that and this is part of the fundraising. My kid got a hand drawn Transformer painting. Nice event all together. Lots of foods, lots of games, concert, clowns…..Got FOS, got Starbucks, got don’t know what else cos I got no more money to buy liao.
Wokay, now I have to worry about tonight ‘cos I am meeting my ex-colleagues. Die lor, nine years never seen me. I no strength to go do hair, make-up or even find something to wear. Don’t care lah, mau mati ledi. Traders Hotel, anak orang kaya wedding, also boh chap. Yesterday whole day see orang utan, this morning see CKT and now, wah piang, all I want is to hide in my air cond room. And people, got see my recipe come out in The Star? Under Kid Chan’s photo?
CKT – Char Koay Teow
ckt – chi kik tiu (farking thrilling)