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Saturday, July 19, 2008

If a 15-year-old came up to me&did that* I'd be like "Pfft, ah well, young&dumb." But come on, you're in your late 30s or early 40s with three kids, and you behave that way? Seriously?

I was too stunned by her complete stupidity&childishness to be rude to her, though I thought Yi Xiang's idea (which was to tell her I'm lesbian, haha!) was pretty good. Neha&Lav called, one sounding worried, the other was as peeved as I was. Will tell you both what happened, complete with Rachel-esque huge hand gestures and oddball expressions. <3!


*Right, so this is what happened:
Neha&Lav left the library whilst I stayed on to finish up my essay. So
this woman comes and sits beside me&asks me whether I was I looking at her
husband (like 10000 times) and told me he was looking at me (which, really, is
not my problem) and whether I want his number so I can contact him (in a
horrible attempt at sarcasm). Like, seriously woman, why would I look at your
husband? You've got I S S U E S.

Oh, the first thing she asks me is "Are you malay?", and I'm still
wondering how that's relevant. She's malay too. I've some deductions, but if
anyone decodes this, tell me k.



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7:59 PM