Random ventings.

I followed my mom to the market two days ago, and had an encounter that I can only describe as bizarre...

This old auntie asked me something in Chinese, but I didn't really catch what she said, so I was like, "Huh?" She gave me a look and asked me in English, "English or Malay?" I replied, "No, English and Chinese." (it just seemed to be the right thing to say) She then commented that I was Chinese but seemed unable to speak in my mother tongue. WTH?! I was so angry!! I mean, she didn't even give me the chance to speak before she jumped in and said that I couldn't speak in Chinese!! Hey, I know that my Chinese is bad, but at least I can speak it!! I'm aware that I give some people the impression of being a person who doesn't speak Chinese, but it can't be that bad, right??...

Uff. On to others, mom brought me to the Fullerton Hotel that night!! It was simply amazing/awesome/astounding/whoohoo!! XD She told me that the Fullerton Hotel was a "grand old lady" and after seeing her, I couldn't agree more. Mom also said that the Ritz Carlton is like the Fullerton Hotel, 6 stars!! When I asked her which hotel was better, she looked a bit stumped. "It's like trying to compare Chanel with Louis Vuitton." she said. I see...

By the way, remember the whole Chris Brown/Rihanna thing? What with the violence and all? I think I saw Singapore's version of the incident that night... It started at Raffles MRT station. Nothing was out of the ordinary until this couple came along. They were arguing pretty badly, and then the lady stalked away from her boyfriend. He grabbed her and started punching her. Then she somehow ended up on the floor and he kept hitting her even then! She wasn't asking the passers-by to help, though. Far from it. She was swearing at everyone, and she even went, "If you see, you die!" I desperately wanted to help, but what could I do?? :(

Oh. my dad brought me to see Body Worlds! AWESOME!!! XD

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