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Storms rock. There's the sunshine afterward to look forward to.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

My name is Mattina


Of all the interesting things that happen to me on the streets at random times, today's one had to take the cake. So Conk, Duy and I were going back to the the hostel after school, and after the crowd on the bus lessened, the other two ended up sitting, and I standing right in front of them. Now, there was this guy, who peered very closely at their phone/mp3s when they took them out. They didn't notice, but I did, and while I was puzzled, I didn't think anything of it. Maybe he was just another of the random tech-swakoos you see sometimes.

 

Imagine my surprise when he taps Duy's head after a while and begins talking to the two of them. I was plugged in, so I didn't hear, but the two were looking directly at me so the guy couldn't see their faces and they were trying earnestly to suppress their laughter. Of course, to reassure the guy, they occasionally turned back to look at him and smile. I was planning to just ignore this until I talked to them, making the guy realise that I was part of their group. So he starts talking to me.

 

He said a lot of random things, but this one stuck in my head:

 

"Eh, you know ah, you really look like girl ah! Yes, yes, you really look like girl! You know what you call your kind of people? COWBOY GIRL AH! Yes, yes, COWBOY GIRL!! I think next time I see you I call you like this, 'Girlgirl! Come here! Daddy want to take you to cinema! Daddy carry you to school!' "

 

At this point I was thinking he was clearly out of it, but I had no idea if he was a prejudiced whacko, or just plain whacko. Not that it would have mattered. Thanks to the trainings of the Drama Club, I maintained my composure better than Conk or Duy, but by this point it was too much for me. And I was looking right at the guy. So I forced myself to pretend to be busy sms-ing. But I made the STUPID mistake of saying this to Conk:

 

"Eh, like that I should have a twin sister who looks like a guy! Then there'll be balance!"

 

The guy started ranting again. "You know why you look like girl? Because you don't take care of your sister!! You don't take care of your sister, so she don't like you then you look like girl!"

 

"I don't have a sister." I couldn't help retorting.

 

"Then since you look like girl, you can be like a sister to these two guys here lah!" said the guy, pointing to Conk and Duy.

 

All three of us rolled our eyes and totally ignored the guy until we reached the hostel. In the background, though, I could still hear his:

 

"Aiyah, I trying to give you all this wisdom and then you don't listen! Listen to me lah! I giving you wisdom!"

 

When we finally reached the hostel bus stop, we resoundingly said goodbye to the whacko uncle before stepping out and laughing our butts off.

 

Do I really look like a girl????



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