Sithu…..The English Tutorial Butcher………….
- June 8th, 2011
- By sal
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Sithu Tint Swe…….
I am delighted to tell this wonderful story of none other than our Chief Butcher Sithu. He has great Skills, a wonderful personality and an amazing smile, but in saying that He has cut, shredded, minced, pounded and as far as I am concerned killed the English language as we used to know it.
He is the only person that can call an item in three different ways, He has his own vocabulary, his own grammar and on top of all that he is the one that is always right, because it is I that does not understand him……..go and figure!!!!!!!!!
SHA QUA NID PRASTTIC
The other day he ran to my office to place his daily order for the butchery like he does every other day and like every otherday I have to some how translate his know it all Myanmarese-English into what I can possibly deduct from it all and order. Any how he ran into my office and start to blabber out what he thought was the best impersonation of poetic Justice……………..SHA QUA NID PRASTIIC, I deliberated for a moment or two and with a sense of please explain again what the hell you need he forcefully says again, SHA QUA NID PRASTIIC, at this stage my eye were watering and before i could possibly try to make sense of it and burst out laughing like you would not believe…….Then I composed my self and with a very jovial manner, I, again asked him what do you bloody want…….at this stage my chef de cuisine KUAN walked in and my light bulb all of sudden lit up as I knew half of the sentence as SHA QUA actually ment Chef Kuan !!!!!!!!!!! but what di prastiic mean, so i decide to ask Kuan what did he order from the butchery that was not in……………..he says……….. wait for it……..Chef I asked Sithu to get me some CRAB STICKS………..Can you possibly imagine what I go through with this guy………….but I tell you what, I never laugh as much as I laugh when he is around……………………….
MAA CI FACCUP
It takes a lot to stand there and absorb everything he says because the confusion is not only in your head where the little mouse is trying to work out exactly where this so called English comes from, what it spells and where it is supposed to go………….but it throws you off completely in the wrong direction…………any how a few weeks back, Sithu got in to work and with the cheekiest grin on his face he tells me……….CHE, MAA CI FACCUP, what Mercy FACCUP now, I replied……….Che Yu alais Jok wid mi………Yes Sithu I always joke with you………..Any how he persisted to carry on about this CHE, MAA CI FACCUP……..Okay I replied….. he left me for about 5 minutes and then returns with the newspaper………..SII CHE MAA CI FACCUP……….yes you twisted bloody turnip I said, I know, MANCHESTER CITY WON THE F.A. CUP






