I was with Zara at the playground yesterday evening. As usual, the little princess would run about non-stop while asking me zillions of questions, all in one breath. Such an energizer bunny that she is :D . I entertained every single one of her questions while running after her. Pancit mak okay!
While I was doing all these, along came a mom and asked me;
Mom: Excuse me, are you a Filipino?
Me: Huh? Oh no. I'm a Malaysian. What made you say that?
Mom: Oh, sorry. I thought you were a Muslim Filipino maid.
Nak marah pun ye, nak gelak pun ye.
Mom: I'm looking for a Muslim Filipino maid and I thought you were one, listening from your conversation with that girl.
Me: NO... NO.. she's my daughter. Muka I ada muka maid ke?
Mom: Errrr... sorry ye *smiling sheepishly*.
OKAYYYY... I know I don't dress to the nines when I go to the playground in fact, yesterday was the ultimate sloppy day for me - ragged Dorothy Perkins jeans, Nike flip flops, Burberry watch, Ariani tudung and my tattered 10 year old UC Berkeley T, plus I had zilch makeup on.
Lucky her, I was in a good mood and took it all in good-naturedly because I just had a fabulous outing with my bestie, Ana. Kalau hari lain, mau aku seligi minah nih. What an insult!
I related the story to B and boy, did he laughed his ass off! Sabar je lah...
Starting today onwards, I will dress to the nines just to go to the playground as to not be mistaken as a maid, ever again. SHEEEEESSSHHH!!!