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A QUESTION I DON'T WANT TO HEAR AGAIN. EVER.
first she asked where did i stay, where were my parents. i answered my parents were not with me. then she asked me another question. her tone was casual, but boy, it was offensive.

hey people!!!

now you have a gluttonous holiday, it's my turn to tell my story.

new year holidays are hectic. well, hectic only for those rushing back to their hometowns. Me? i prefer to stay in KL, where everything is so quiet and serene.

The Grand Blue Wave hotel in Shah Alam had been busy the last three days, as the CNY conference was held there. I arrived The Grand Blue Wave on Monday (after a tiring 30 minute flight in the morning) with my friends.

Attending the CNY conference is something you can't screw, and it's not a place you can flaunt your LV handbag. I had been avoiding my old acquaintances, looking at the other direction as I felt their eyes were on me. Skipping all those cliched hello-how-do-you-do conversations wasn't hard. I was not anticipating a reunion, which will probably lead to heart wrenching goodbyes and "aw, i'm gonna miss you" hugs. Disgusting!

Yesterday (was it?) a woman who sat next to me during the conference asked me a question:
"are you married?"

i was horrified, mortified but not glorified. you i*oit, can't you tell that i'm still schooling! how degrading! people say that i look physically older than my biological age, but not that old!

As a civilised person, i had to maintain my dignity. I answered "no" politely, but i was fuming inside. I'm not going to bring my sister out shopping again, in case anyone asks me if i were her mother. If it happens, I'll break down and the whole KL will be flooded.

children are a pain. they always are. those rebellious brats can't keep still and yet some still adore them. I had to serve the children that night, surprisingly not that chaotic, but i was like a phantom haunting the room, as i had no idea what to do.

while i was still pissed of the oh-i-think-you-are-married-but-i-don't-see-a-ring-on-your-finger-don't-tell-me-you-accidentally-threw-it-in-the-incinerator event, this girl (not a child) came up to me and asked:
"do you know english?"

SARCASTIC ANSWER:
是, 我 不 会 英 文, 但 是 我 从 小 接 受 英 文 教 育, PMR 与 UPSR 时 还 在 英 文 科 里 拿 到 A
!!!!
yes, i don't know english, but i was English educated since young, and i scored an A in English in UPSR and PMR!

like i was thirsting for abasement that day!

-----------take a deep breath-------------------------

"yes". I didn't yell my sarcastic answer at her, but i was tempted to. she better not try to talk to me the next time i'm in a bad mood. I'll ask her:

"hey, you know how to talk, WOW!"