Humour

The girls and I received our lovely and humorous wedding invites from a beloved friend today. Twinnie was ecstatic until she saw these dreaded words:

'Kindly be dressed in beige, white or cream'.

"Arkh! Those colors don't flatter me at all, twinnie!" she moaned. "I don't have any of them in my closet!"

These themed-colored weddings never fail to bring us to a tizzy. Surely we must have something white or beige or cream to wear. And suitable for a pool wedding party, too. Think, Twinnie, think!

And suddenly, a brilliant idea hit her. Should push comes to shove, we gals will turn up ala Pam Anderson - in something both white and ravishing. The only drawback is, we may be classified as wedding guests from hell and be banned forever from attending any future weddings. Hmmmm....

We made a stop at Kota Bahru, Kelantan before taking the plane back home after our trip to the islands. The above pic is just one of the unique things about shopping there. Guys and girls need to queue up separately at the checkout counters.

I also noted that the shops do not sell Cleo or Her World magazines. The only women magazines available on the rack are those with respectably clad ladies gracing the covers.

And to our delight, the shoes and clothes sold there were very practical, solid and yet stylish in nature. The prices are really reasonable, too. CY who was born, bred and currently living in the heart of bustling KL somehow never found the time to shop there. But in Kota Bahru, she hopped from shop to shop, amassing about 7 items in less than 2 hours.

"Wah, Kota Bahru is on sale leh!" she said with glee.

MF and I looked at each other and then back at CY. "My dear, the WHOLE of Malaysia is on sale right now," we told her. "You can always buy that bottle of Nescafe back in KL."

"Oh," she blinked in surprise and looked at the Nescafe bottle nestled in her arms longingly. "Well, I never do have the time to shop back home. And I do so want the cute Nescafe travel mug that comes with this bottle..."

"Ok lar, buy lar," we encouraged her and off she flew to purchase more stuff.

When we reached KL at long last (thanks for the flight delay, Air Asia!), she quickly put the cute mug to good use. Soon she was curled up on her chair sipping hot Milo reverrently from the mug she got from Kota Bahru.

Who would have thought that KL-ites would find Kota Bahru to be their shopping haven?

I got look like Si Tao Poh meh?

So there I was minding my own business. Well, actually minding the company's business. The desserts shop opened last week, and I was there on two separate occassions.

On the first occasion, I had the camera bag slinging on my shoulder. My colleague and I saw a lady staring at the menu with interest and so we approached her to introduce the concept of our healthy desserts to her.

"Healthy desserts? You've got to be kidding me," she said. But after we pitched to her on how our desserts are indeed healthy stuff, she looked convinced and ended up having one of our signature desserts after her lunch.

She also unexpectedly asked us, "Are you two shareholders of this place?"

My colleague and I looked at each other. Then I looked at myself - garbed in a blouse, skirt and camera bag. I think I look more like a reporter than anything else at the moment.

"We're just part of the company," I said, feeling happy and strange at the same time. It's the first time that anyone had thought that I looked like a shop owner. And the feeling is indescribable.

The Second Time

Yesterday I found myself there again to pass some stuff to my colleagues. This time I was garbed in a nice black T-shirt, black pants and big black bag. Little did I know that I caught the attention of an elderly patron who was enjoying a smoothie. The auntie flagged one of my colleagues over, pointed towards me and asked this one question:

"Eh, that lady is the owner of this shop ar?"

My colleague was caught by surprise and hurriedly answered, "No, she's the photographer who took the pictures on this menu."

Then he came over to relay what transpired between them. I turned to look at the auntie who had a cautious look on her face and flashed her a huge smile. Her face relaxed as she smiled back at me. She didn't know it but she made my day by mistaking me to be the boss lady of the place.

Woo hoo!

Photo Credits - JS, Melb