Confessions of a Shopaholic – Alor Setar Chapter
Alor Setar is really far,
There’s nothing there, it’s pretty bare.
The taxi driver said to me,
(and he was serious as could be)
“Sini takde benda yang best!”
I thought he was simply being… modest.
He tried, he suggested Muzium Padi
I enquired further, I hoped that maybe
Muzium Padi would impress,
However, it sounded far from “best”
And then he took me to a mall,
Promising I’d have a ball,
I soon found out my choices were
Not Ferragamo or Lewre
But Mr Gulati’s House of Silk
And other products of that ilk.
Carrying on, what hope he offered!
(I silently wished I hadn’t bothered)
“If you’re willing to venture far,
you’ll find yourself on the steps of Bata!”
Har dee har, he was now laughing,
And I was on the verge of barfing,
I swore I’d shoot him in the face,
Strangle his kids in Gulati’s lace,
But that was when he said to me,
There was a way I could be free,
The next flight out was in an hour,
I’d make it if I didn’t shower!
Whoopee! Hurray! I was on my way!
As the plane readied for take off,
The driver looked glad I’d buggered off,
But I didn’t care, I said not au revoir,
To this town called Alor Setar.
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Wahahahaha June. This is damn farnee.
The cabbie had made the proverbial boo-boo
by not bringing you to pekan rabu
where once there was a potential doctor
who later became some sort of a hitler
there you can shop till you drop
even for a pair of ferragamo flip-flop
then you can feast on the famed mee-hoon soup
you pay 2.50 and no tip to the dude
then you could have walked to pekan melayu
where that doctor used to earn his tofu
beside that is the local china town
where you could find anything from firecrackers to a red gown
if you had so desired
there are a lot in alor star you could have acquired
but I do not know what really had transpired
between you and that cab you had hired…
:) have a good weekend June.
Ee yer June so bad one you. This Alor Star boy feels slighted but also cannot argue lah – it’s a damn boring town. The only drama now is from Jabatan Agama raids on alleged mak nyah gatherings, or so my childhood friends tell me.
He! He! He!