Sharp receptionist

“He who fights against a monster should take care lest he become a monster himself.”
-Nietzsche

For the moment:
Vatapa-Joao Bosco

I was at KGNS earlier for dinner and I came across the most brilliant receptionist in…KGNS.

Unsure of where the surau (musalla/muslim prayer room) was, I asked the receptionist.

She looked like a regular reasonable competent receptionist. Not the duuhhh-at-hotmail-dot-com kind. She was wearing an Ikea lime green bed sheet scarf. She had it tied in a slightly contemporary way. Black long sleeve top. Appearing somewhat fashionable.

I on the other hand, with a slightly happy psyche cause its finally the weekend. But a little drained after a long day and adjusting to the new office hour intern routine on top of staying away from home.

I was in a light lilac long sleeve shirt rolled up sleeves with my security pass still in my breast pocket attached to the neck tag and denim with converse. Three days unshaven. My colleague sold me a t shirt which I had to try on and that made the shower weaved locks of my hair go a little all over.

In short, looking all manly, sticky and scruffy.

Looking at how she was, coupled with the fact that I had already walked past her once, I skip the ‘excuse me’ and just pop her the question. “Where’s the surau?” To which she replied:

Surau, untuk lelaki?