“Did you notice? She looks so pale lah.”
“Who?” I looked up from the unfulfilling leftovers I was having for lunch, but only managed to catch a glimpse of a denim jacket on the back of a girl as she disappeared round a corner.
“Nah, it’s probably because she doesn’t use make-up,” one grinned, then continued digging into her nasi lemak.
“Hmm, yeah, that’s a possibility,” he agreed, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
“Well, neither do I,” I shrugged. “I don’t use make-up, does that make me look pale, then?”
“Cheh, you’re different – you have… you have…” I looked on in amusement as he searched futilely for the correct word, “... you have colour!”
Great: I know I have fat cheeks; was told that I have thick lips; then someone pointed out that my nose will bring me fortune (hah!).
And now, I have ‘colour’. What a hoot.
I think I shall take that as a compliment.