So I have an assignment due tomorrow and should probably be furiously churning out entire chunks of text that make me sound like I’m really well-acquainted with the topic I’m writing about instead of blogging, but some things you just have to document. So. Yesterday saw me trudging across campus with Kaili (and a rather dazed look on my face, because I had just finished FA and I always have a dazed look on my face after finishing FA) when I noticed she kept turning around and giggling. This is not new or exciting behaviour because Kaili is a retard. What was new and exciting, though, was the man spread out on a bench not too far away doing his best impersonation of a wild snorlax - but not nearly new and exciting enough to elicit such sneaky giggles and spazzy twitches from my retarded friend. So I was all, “WELL, it’s funny, but it’s not THAT funny…” when suddenly this Malay woman clad in a tudung ran out from behind a pillar and bore down upon me with fierce determination, her arms outstretched. What does one do in such a situation? It’s hard to say. I vaguely remember my jaw dropping and my eyes widening and emitting a shriek of sorts……
……Because said Malay woman was not, in fact, Malay (nor wearing a tudung), but actually my good friend Debra Chow, who had come back from Australia on an impromptu break without informing any of us.*
*Note: there is no other point to this post. It is what it is, and you can take away from it whatever you want. Cheers!
