during my lunch break for chinese orchestra (its still a joke), i went to eat at the food court broadway opposite acsi. and i was queueing at the drinks stall and i wanted iced teh

but in the moment of euphoria (finding out not only were drinks 40c each, we were entitled to a FREE slice of watermelon! what a wonderful world), i wasnt sure if it was called tehO, tehSI or tehsigosongpokgelak as my mother always orders

SOOO i just read out my order from the menu 'iced milk tea'. and of course the aunty couldnt understand me. so i stupidly repeated it with a 'yi ge' in front, hoping she would get it. yeah she didnt.

so my friend had to interject, saying 'nai cha'. aunty asked me 'bing bu yao bing'? before i could register what that meant (WHICH WAS ONLY LIKE FOR A SECOND) i said 'yao leng de'.(btw, seeing that i only have chinese friends, i dont think i need to translate anything right?'

THEN like in a manner typical of a 40 year old woman who says loudy "eww a smoker! lets get away from him" right next to a man smoking, the 40 year old woman queueing up behind me shouted/sneered 'teeenagers theeese dayees caant eeeven speeeak proper chineese. it ees so worryng etc etc'

i looked behind me and the woman was evidently talking to her 14 year old daughter, who was looking really embarrassed, tugging at her mommas sleeve, wanting her to stop.

when she saw me look at her, the woman asked me directly 'can you speak chinese or not?'

'yes' was my reply and i walked off. i guess the joke was on me cos i sounded so english in that one word.

i probably should have said i was malay.

huh i had conversations with 2 funny but complete strangers today. some random band member who ended up singing movie/tv tunes which i had to identify (eg lovely bunch of coconuts, xmen starting and some strange mangled scream which i still havent guessed where it was from). wonder what his name was. i have already forgotten his face. oh well

the other was the dude at the information desk at borders. ok not really a conversation. and i have NO idea why i was acting so shy. i was just dead tired that i couldnt reply him properly.

luckily i got him not the hot angmoh teen working next to him. i think i would have stuttered a whole lot.

*the indian dude was taking a long time searching for my book on his computer*

him: sorry sorry... its the music.(referring to the background song) its horrible. terrible. mariah carey.

me: (smiles)

i think this went on for quite long, with me just smiling sweetly and resting my chin on my waterbottle on the counter as he typed away while making random comments to buy time.

urg out of character. anyway i cut my hair again. short. its alright i guess. it looks TERRIBLE when its not styled. im serious. very wax dependent. lets see the reception in school tmr.

Went back to my coffin @ 9:53 p.m.





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