She has just finished covering an evening function in Jonker Street. After bidding bye-bye to the photographer, she began to walk to her car, which was parked at another street nearby.

Suddenly, she got a tempting smell of live-cook ‘yam coin’ (算盘子) from a stall few steps ahead on her way. With a smile appeared on her face, she decided to follow her instinct…

Her: 老板娘，算盘子大的一份，打包。[Lady boss, one big portion of yam coin, take away please.]

Lady boss: 好，马上来。[Sure, right away.]

While the packet of yam coin was done and almost on its way to be handed to her…

Her: 老板娘对不起，我不要了。[I'm sorry lady boss, I don't want already.]

Lady boss: …… (looking at her speechless with the “why???” look on her face)

Her: 我忘了带钱包出来。[I forgot to bring my purse.]

With the fastest possible speed ever, she walked off with her ‘bengang’ face… heading to her car again.

“Damn it! Malu siol…” her heart spoken.

Sigh sigh sigh… why must the forgetfulness stroke when she finally got a by-chance opportunity to taste a Hakka delicacy that she’s been talking about all the while, ever since her last time of trying the food which were made by her beloved father more than n years ago…? Why happened when the stall was still selling the dish at that kinda hour although it used to be already-finished- long-time-ago. Why la…?

And yes, the Hakka girl in the end drove home immediately after the incident, without a single cent, without her IC and driving license… and without any yam coin obviously…

Mood: Blank
Music: Heartbreaker, by Bee Gees