I don’t really know why I chose that title, nor do I know what the feck it means. But here’s the thing: you come into work, you get drowned in work, you skip breakfast and lunch, get back home at 5pm, but you gotta be at a work-related event at 5.30… you get the idea.
You’re obviously suffering from a severe lack of sugar and whatnot – shaking uncontrollably like a leaf hit by monkey piss . Nantan sa’ buyon! Only one thing to do – raid the fridge!
So, with 20 minutes to spare before I clock in again, I manage to devise what is possibly the worst tea-time combo ever! New York Raisin bagels, toasted and then coated with a generous layer of yeasty Marmite (which I later discovered to be 6 months past the expiry date), washed down with Lemongrass infusion tea. Results: very confused tastebuds, but a fuller belly.
As I speed-eat, and occasionally choke myself to near-death, I am reminded of a comment made by a baju-kurunged Australian colleague of mine where I used to work just a couple of years ago. Irene (which she insisted was pronounced ‘Ai-ri-ni’, and not ‘Ai-reen’) remarked on her bemusement at Bruneians’ weird foods and tastes… this as I gasped in horror as she stuffed herself with Sour Cream Pringles dipped in her mug of morning tea. I could only manage a meek but polite but also puzzled ‘hmm’.
To this day I still don’t fully understand what she was on about…