At home, before setting off to my uncle's house...

Me: (twirls around while looking in mirror) I think I'm gorgeous.

Dad: Hmph.

Mum: So conceited.

Me: Translation: Yes, my daughter, you are gorgeous?

Brother: Nolah. I'm more gorgeous.

Comment: Conceit definitely runs in the family.

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At Banquet Foodcourt...

Me: One carrot cake, please.

Stallholder: White or black?

Me: Black, with extra chilli.

Stallholder: (surprised) You can take chilli?

Me: Errr, yes *SMILES*.

Stallholder: Wow, my children cannot take chilli and they're Malay. No wonder you have such a nice complexion. You take so much chilli!

Me: (not understanding the connection to what she'd just uttered and my wanting extra chilli in my carrot cake) Thank you!

Stallholder: You're welcome. Come back again! *SMILES AND HANDS ME MY ORDER*.

Comment: Standing behind the shield of courtesy can get you out of awkward moments sometimes.

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At my uncle's house this evening...

Me: When Abang Redza (cousin) gets married, Andrea (another cousin) and I will be his wedding planner. *BEAMS*

Aunt: (in Malay) I don't want loud music, please. Relatives and friends attend to chat and loud music disrupts the conversations because we have to scream.

Me: Don't worry, auntie. Since we hate such things at a wedding, we'll ensure that it's not repeated at Abang's wedding. The music will definitely be soothing and predominantly love songs.

Aunt: And I don't want only English songs. Make sure you spin songs sung by Siti Nurhaliza (popular Malaysian singer with a squeaky clean record).

Comment: Something tells me my cousin may not have much say in his wedding, although I doubt he minds. Then again, things may be much different several years down the road.