Blonde Blues.

As I said in my previous post (no. not Pedro the otter you dumbass); I'm going to recollect to you a terrible terrible incident that happened in my life.

To be precise, yesterday.

ok.

If you don't already know, my hair is blonde. YES. Blonde. With streaks of brown in between, but generally, blonde.

in short, I look like a 100% pure blooded ah-beng now.

in fact, I look so much like an ah beng that this is what happened :

[Andrew innocently walks into the MRT at Orchard Road to go home]

[Andrew takes out a book to read : FYI, its on Trigonometry (don't ask me why I was reading my brother's rediculous book please)]

[Andrew realizes that there are quite alot of seats in the MRT to accomodate his weary butt so he gleefully sits down on one]

*ding dong* - "Summerset MRT Station"

[A really cute, innocent looking girl, with LOCKS on her hair, BIG round eyes and pouty lips sits next to me - she's most likely about 5 years old]

[She pesters her mum to sit next to her]

Girl (in a barely audible whisper) : "Mummy, that guy next to me is strange"

Mummy : "Don't say people like that! shush"

*pause*

Girl : "Mummy, gangster dont wear glasses right?"

Mummy : "shhh! or you go stand ah"

Girl : "Mummy, is that guy next to me a gangster?"

(by now, I already knew that she was referring to me. I was about to stand up and walk away in a huff when....)

Mummy : "no lah. not all gangster got golden hair one"

Girl : " but this guy is reading a book "

Mummy : " thats why lah "

Girl : " so he is a gangster? "

(At this moment, I couldn't help but smile weakly at that girl, and then her mum began apologizing profusely)


haha... it was a scene to behold.


*ding dong* - Dhoby Ghaut interchange (both hurridly walk out)



ok. so without doubt, I know that I look like a gangster.
But I'm still Andrew. so what on earth am I?

I am a civillised, highly educated and linguistically proficient gangster.


=)