Jesus People

Everybody has favourite kopitiams they frequent, don't they? Well, I'm no different. Worse, I always order the same food from the same stall and the same drink from the same uncle. Heh. It's been that way for the better half of the last decade... maybe more! It's been so long that I can't remember when my family actually discovered the place. Haha.


So the question of the day is this... What happens when one frequents a kopitiam as often as my family and I do? Easy. The aunties and uncles tell you your order before you even open your mouth cos you've probably ordered it for the millionth time, and they start giving you really weird nicknames cos it makes talking about you amongst themselves a whole lot easier. That's what.


Listen to this. We paid Aunty 1 for our drinks and while we were on our way out, we heard Aunty 2 ask the funniest serious question. (Hmmm. Looks like I'm all for oxymorons today.) And mind you, she asked it with a straight face.

Eh, Ia Soh eh lang hor lui liao ah boay?
(English Translation: Eh, Jesus people give money already or not?)

Whoa.

So, yeah. Turns out my family and I are known as the "Ia Soh eh lang". Haha. Terror-ness. You see, the only time we show up is on Sunday morning. EVERY Sunday morning – give or take a Sunday or two when we're out of town or are already running late and need to rush off to where we're headed – church.


And with that, superficial things like baju becomes a defining factor. Whilst most of their other customers appear in shorts and sweaty T-shirts (probably straight from a morning jog), we're one of the very few who're decked in our Sunday best. Haha. Okay la. Not that best la. But cukup best. Asalkan pakai jeans dah kira best. =)


Heh. Jesus People. It's really funny when you think about it. Trust them to come up with something so simple yet so unbelievably appealing (to me, at least). Jesus People! Yeah!


I think that the name gives me a feigned sense of possessing some sort of divine aura when I walk in and out of the shop. You know? Almost like walking around with a halo miraculously hovering over my head and wings sticking out from behind my back. Put on your sunglasses, sit back, relax and watch as I glow and radiate, People of the Shorts and Sweaty T-Shirts!

Haha. Funny.

Call us People. Jesus People.

Waaa. Does it make us sound cool or what!?


*blink blink*

But heck, that nickname comes hand-in-hand with a whole lot more responsibility than what 11 letters should ever warrant. Siao siao. Dun play play ah. I sket.

*gulp*