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I got jeling-ed

Friday, October 07, 2005


Second day into Ramadhan and the Red Missy just HAD to come by yesterday.
Pisses the hell out of me cos then I'm sure the first few days of Hari Raya would witness me cringing with menstrual cramps and snapping at anyone who ruffle my feathers.
So today during lunch, my boss invited his paralegal a.k.a Me and his secretary to lunch. In public all, you know. I was a bit hesitant lah right, cos it's like so rude to eat in public during the fasting month when you look like a Malay. And I'm sure I look quite Malay, with hidung bawang all... (eventhough sometimes cab drivers speak Mandarin to me. But I'm sure the Chinese don't have goldfish eyes, no?)
So I agreed and lied to myself. I shamelessly proclaimed that I'm Eurasian today. Or that I have an Indian dad and a Chinese mum. Just so I can jolly well eat in public today and have my free lunch.
We ended up going to this mama stall selling nasi briyani, which is fine by me cos I was craving for briyani also. But shit lah, the owners are Muslim. I kept my eyes low the whole time. I don't know why I was feeling guilty, eventhough I have a legitimate reason for not fasting. I guess I was constantly reminded of the 'Respect Ramadhan' slogan. Took quite a guilt trip there, I tell ya...
So after plates of chicken briyani, popadoms, achar and mutton were polished off, we were just lounging with our tea at the table. And then this abang Melayu, say about thirty-ish walked past our table and STARED at me lah seyy! As in not just stare lah... He gave me the once over, tengok atas bawah siaaakk!! (asal aku bebual macam minah ni?) Lepas tu dia jeling. Jahat kan dia... Apa ni stare-stare, jeling-jeling... Aku memang tak boleh puasa aper. Asal, nak check?? Knnccb. I was quite pissed lah right and then I simmered after remembering that I, afterall, should respect the month.
It's probably my most daring deed, eating in public during Ramadhan (albeit having that same legitimate reason). Waaahh so adventurous this Awin is.
Don't ask why I'm still in the office on Friday evening. Besides having no plans, I have to finish up on an Affidavit. I guess that's plan enough.



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