Right… so to those who missed me, I was in Penang for the last 5 days or so. Of course, if you understood Greek, you would have known that a long time ago. But that’s immaterial - The reason why I went back to Penang was to attend a wedding ceremony (and somehow along the way I got dragged to play host to foreign dignitaries relatives)

Anyways, I showed up at the wedding dinner overdressed. A typical wedding dinner has a formal dresscode, and since I was uninformed of any dress code of any sorts, I went on with the typical dress code. When I arrived, I was one of the silly few who had overdressed.

Overdressed
Most who had went for the dinner were dressed very casually. This means T-shirts, Bermuda pants, and so on and so forth. Right. And this silly fella named Chewxy… he was dressed formally. Right. But not to fear, for at least I was not alone. There were others too (from KL-PJ) who were unaware of the casual dress code and wore formal clothes as well.

Naturally, the wedding (as with any other weddings except my own) was very boring, with all the old ladies ribbing me and telling me that I’m next. I simply told them that the next funeral I would attend are theirs and they promptly shut up. Instead, I spent some time disturbing the other Xy, who was unfortunately, not enjoying herself as I was my shark’s fin soup (sod off you bloody environmentalists).

Underdressed
The next morning, I went for breakfast. Naturally, being a private affair (with a few family members only), I wasn’t even properly dressed. Just a collarless T-shirt and a pair of Bermuda shorts. And no shoes, just slippers. Right. And after dim sum, I was suddenly asked to play host to a group of Singaporean relatives (you know that they are from Singapore with their flat heads - a result of being whacked by their governments too often). And they were already there at the dim sum parlor with us. Seeing that it would be a waste of time to go back to change, it was suggested that we left immediately.

So, I was underdressed, to bring them for a tour. And off I zoomed, bringing them to tourist spots around the island. Imagine me walking up some posh area only in slippers and shorts. Just wasn’t right - and the looks you get. Ah, but, it’s all in the mind. It’s all in the mind.

Anyways, walking around with slippers is a chore. I am so used to my MBT shoes that normal shoes causes backaches. And climbing up the path at Spice Garden had gotten me a blister and a very painful foot (which reminds me, my ineptitude at climbing is indication that me body isn’t conditioned for Kinabalu next year yet). So being underdressed is not so much a grouse as not having my shoes.

Spice Garden
’twas a beautiful serene place (too bad I didn’t bring my camera along), the Tropical Spice Garden. After dipping my hands into various spices, I thought that my hand smelled like the meatloaf I made. Just add the melted cheese and my hand is good enough to eat.

If you’re going to the Spice Garden, do try their spice drinks. The nutmeg drinks are just superb. And oh, do try their poppy seed cake (you read it right… poppy seeds, as in opium. No, you won’t get high.). And the view… oh.. the view… it brings your mind down to a meditative peace. You see, it faces the sea. Though to get to Spice Garden, you’d have to endure a very windy road uphill, and the Spice Garden cafe itself requires a slight walk uphill (do wear proper shoes. Slippers will get you blisters because the road’s pretty uneven).

Throughout being overdressed at the wedding dinner and being underdressed while giving people the tour, I got a few looks. Truth is, being overdressed or underdressed will get you a lot of looks. Being overdressed can get you a “he’s so arrogant yet so ignorant” look, while being underdressed will get you a “zomg, he can’t carry himself properly” look.

Naturally, me being me, I don’t really care (then why are you blogging this? Chewxy is a paradoxical creature.) But that doesn’t mean I am oblivious to what’s going on. External looks is nothing. It’s what’s inside that counts

p/s: Note to Ken and Jien - Next time you come back to M’sia… before your internship in Penang begins, I’ll bring you guys to a bloody nice place. No, no, not the typical prostitutes you visit. I don’t encourage this sort of things. I found a super huge cache of used books for sale. It’s literally lined from floor to ceiling

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