I got chatted up.
On the escalator.
On my way to the carpark.
I swear this is not a lie.
It's too ridiculous to be a lie.
Okay, it all started when I was on the escalator, coming down, in front of Marks and Spencer. I felt a little earthquake happen on the escalator which means that people who have no faith in our gravity pull were walking their way down (no faith because they stomp really hard in fear that they might loose footing and float away). I thought to myself 'Freaks' and just ignored it and walked to the next escalator to go down another floor. Meanwhile, I heard someone ask 'Are you going home now?' in Mandarin behind me which I ignored because I thought the elephants were speaking to each other. Then one of them baby elephants walk by me really fast and brushes my shoulder lightly and stands directly in front of me on the next escalator. I thought nothing of it and continued fumbling for my car keys. Then, the horror of all horrors, he looks at me and starts speaking his gibberish (Mandarin). And of all the languages that I dislike, I dislike Mandarin the most. (Yes, despite being Chinese myself)
He's speaking to me in Mandarin.
Expecting an answer.
I closed my eyes in an exasperated manner. Counted to ten to control or I might've lost it.
I opened my eyes and say 'What' I didn't even bother saying 'what' like I was asking a question. I said it like a statement.
He stares at me for like 5 seconds. And then raises his eyebrow.
He has the nerve to raise an eyebrow at me.
I raised mine back and give him my bitchiest of stares (which I've been told is very bitchy).
He shakes his head at me like saying 'Oh, nothing' and turns around. When we reach the floor finally, he walks aside as I walk away and says 'BAI BAI'. Like a typical Chinese. Nothing is more pissing off than a person who can't even say 'Bye Bye' properly.
I would have flung a rock at his face if I had one.
I bet he thinks he's all that. Which, he might be surprised to find out, he's not.

And I thought being chatted up at the train station was bad!
The escalator, apparently, is worse.

Work today was okay.
Although, I think I might be coming down with a flu that's going to be fatal to Claireeey (not me) because if I have to skip a day of work, she'll be working 12 hours which is not pretty.

This Saturday, one of my church member's daughter/niece (whichever) is getting married. And I've been contracted to accompany my grandmother. I don't mind because it's One World Hotel and I heard the food was great. Unfortunately, if you have bad reading skills you would have missed the word 'CHURCH'. Me? Going for a church member's wedding dinner? Excuse me? They'd be throwing holy water at me the moment I step foot in because I'm showing off my knees or something. Sometimes, there's no difference between my church and Muslim extremists.
Have I mentioned that one of them old aunties actually asked my Mum why I wear tops that bear my tummy?
And it's only a centimeter of my tummy.
And to my church, pierced ears and dyed hair is the ultimate sign of rebellion.
Dye your hair and set fire to some phonebooths.
I have strong feelings about my church. I can go on for ages if I wanted to.
But I won't.
Because I have to face them this Saturday.
I'll wear the skimpiest dress I can find in my closet.
Hah!