As usual, i was studying today in library and my GP tutor was there. So, she then came towards me and the following conversation ensued:
Tutor: Heider, you can write, you know. You can write.
Me: Why, thank you! It was a skill I picked up when I was in kindergarten. Thanks for noticing!
hur hur.
okay, I didn't say that. but i wanted to.
Tutor: Heider, you can write, you know. You can write.
Me: *giggle*
Tutor: No, no. you can write. What did you score for your English in your O's?
Me: Umm. B3? hur hur hur.
Tutor: Were you expecting a better grade?
Me: No, worse actually. My command of English was rubbish back then. hur hur.
Tutor: Oh. but you can write you know. Maybe it's something you picked up from your mom.
Me: Oh dear God no. She writes in Malay. You'd be appalled if I were to do that.
hur hur.
she seems to think that my mom is like some kind of superpower that rules the earth. come on.
she was the man who taught me to pick my nose if someone stared at me and i wanted to avoid a fight.
so melodramatic.
then today i saw her and said, "AUNTIEEEEE!!!! YOU'RE STILL HEREEEEEE!!!!!!"
hur hur.
much to her surprise, of course.
Anyway, my ass is starting to itch too. I’ve been wondering when the mosquitoes/bugs/insects would get to my ass. It is, after all, the best part of me and thanks to its massiveness, I could probably fit about a few thousand mosquitoes on it. They could have an impromptu drinking soiree.
pimpin'
ok i spent the eve of this yr's Hari Raya,which noone knows, really surprisingly, pimping jewellery to old ladies.
oh, look at you, turning green with envy.
it was actually pretty damn tiring because when excited old ladies come in hordes, their voices reach a supersonic pitch that WILL make you lose your hearing. then you'd have to talk louder and louder to get yourself heard and they ask you a million and one questions, all AT THE SAME TIME.
then there was one lady who stood in front of the booth, saying "Beautiful. Beaaauuutiful." over and over. Sadly, she was referring to the rings and not me.
In any case, i've found this:
Anyway, I've never liked selling stuff. Plus I have no idea how to appeal to old ladies. The only thing I have in common with them is my aching joints. Oh and maybe my taste in music.
But, it was indeed an experience. An experience that I don't necessarily want to go through again but have been forced to do so. So, I'll probably be back at Kampong Glam next year. Those of you interested, drop by. It's at this Sale (ha ha). There's no entrance fee so those of you who are cheapos, may rejoice. When you get there, just look for the prettiest guy in the world - me.
Ahhh, reliving those memories..
from a retard.....to the indoctrinator(??)...
to the pimp and finally the family man
