General observations sambil menjamah ketupat & rendang

It really has been some time since my last post - evident from the fact that I needed to reacquaint myself with the Blogger editing dashboard. Woah.

I hope it isn't too late to wish everyone Selamat Hari Raya! Hope nobody overdosed on ketupat and rendang. I was sick during the 4th day of Syawal - was down with a fever and slight food poisoning. My tummy most likely went into shock post-Ramadhan, what with the copious amounts of food I was shoving down my throat.

Anyways, we spent the first 3 days of Syawal in Kota Bharu, the hometown of my mother in-law. We went about town visiting relatives as is the norm during Syawal and contributed to the massive traffic jams which Kota Bharu is legendary known for during the Raya season. Overall, it was an OK raya. Raya these days really doesn’t feel like it used to. Maybe it’s just me... growing old...

To occupy myself, I spent a whole load of time being a kaypohchee and observed those around me. One of my “targets” was this Aunty who is said to become a "Datin" in the very near term, courtesy of the husband of course.

On a very superficial level (I did not attempt to psycho-analyse my targets) I think she is quite pretty and I find her to be very meticulous when it comes to her (and others’) looks and appearance. Alas, to me she has one FATAL flaw.

This aunty has a penchant for knock-off designer bags. So cacat ok...! It totally spoils her entire get-up. I don't consider myself a bag connoisseur in its true sense; slightly more initiated than others maybe, but one look at her bags and I know they are definitely counterfeit.

We know of those AAA+++ fakes which can be quite tricky to tell apart from the real McCoys but hers are probably bogus of the lowest quality - plastic-ky and are not even part of the authentic collection. (Rantau Panjang being so accessible to her could conceivably be a bane)

I wish I had a photo of her to exemplify this. It would’ve driven the point much better, but you get the picture right?

So people, moral of the story is... please DO NOT EVER attempt to buy fake goods. It totally tarnishes your entire appearance and puts your dressing-up efforts to waste. Furthermore, if someone does try to psychoanlyse you, borrowing the words of Deluxe Duck, they may just conclude that “… you are just as fake as the bag you’re carrying”.

Much love,
Elly