So I went for dinner with Barry Lai at Newton food centre, and the food was marvellous – not to mention the wave of nostalgia that washed over me as I walked along the same paths I used to walk when I was in ACJS 6 years ago. Anyway, Yiwei was supposed to join us but in the end we found out he was tied up, so Barry and I split at about 9:30pm. I took an MRT back home to Orchard station, and that’s where the highlight of my night occurred.

I was walking out of the station having returned my deposit (I still haven’t gotten a replacement for my lost EZ link card), when I noticed a guy, who looked oddly like Bryan Goh, but with a mustache, staring in my direction, with his gaze following me. Having never seen him before, I did what any normal person would do, and assumed that he was staring at somebody walking behind me, thus ignoring him. This was until I felt a tap on my shoulder a few seconds after I passed him. The ensuing conversation was one that simultaneously flattered and freaked me the hell out.

Guy: Hi…you know how to get to Shaw Centre?
Me: Oh sure yeah, it’s just over there in this direction…I’m actually going there now
Guy: Oh…wanna make friends?
Me: I’m sorry what?
Guy: Well….you very cute one.
Me: What?! Well um…I’m actually making my way Shaw Centre now…
Guy: Oh…yeah I’m also going home now…Wanna keep in touch?
Me: Erm…I’d rather not..thanks

Firstly, I’m never ever going to wear the bracelet I made with Melodie’s beading set out in public ever again. Secondly, it made me realize – THAT’s why I can’t get a girlfriend…It appears I cater to a completely different market. Evidently I’m going to need to restructure myself.

Man…manly man.

Just once I wish it was the girl who looked like Angelina Jolie who did this to me. Instead I get….

Also, throughout the course of this week I’ve been sneaking various signs on top of the urinals on the year 5/year 6 level. Too bad they only lasted a day at a time, but the captions are nonetheless hilarious:

You hold the future of the nation in your hands.

Don’t flatter yourself. Come closer.

Why are you staring at the wall…. the joke is in your hand

Don’t tickle your pickle

Why are you looking up here?
Ashamed of it?

(In tiny print) If you can read this, you’re very, very small.