thursday, sec one selectionshit happens.
dining at IKEA Alexandra wasn't all that great, thanks to that moronic SAS guy beside us. it started out good, with a lady offering us two free drinks and the two little kids beside us. but when we were clearing our table, which most people don't do, i said, casually, "we have to be considerate to clear our tables." then this Srawan who studies at SAS, said, "BE CONSIDERATE?! whoa whoa which school are you guys from?"
"uh we're from different schools."
"so how do you two know each other then?"
"third language."
"what language?"
"german."
"why german and not japanese or something else?"
"why do you care? we like german alright."
"wow you guys are different."
"different in a good sense or bad sense?"
"bad, obviously."
"why, does it bother you?"
"okay you guys are weird and i hope never to see you two again."
like hell, do you think i want to see you again too? just because you're studying in SAS doesn't mean you're so great and all. probably you couldn't get into other schools so you have to try for private/international school. and, i think you only know one language, judging from your outside and the school you go to. like eww, gross.
then we left and i glared at him. Srawan. it was Queensway next. okay i can't be bothered to type out the rest of the day. anyway it wasn't that fantastic.
and i'm wondering why we couldn't talk like this in the past. maybe we could have if Selina wasn't in the picture. there's really nothing left now.
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