security guard: stop, where are you going?
me: uhm; i'm going for UN training.
security guard: oh. where is it?
me: er; AVA room.
security guard: what do you all do there?
me: we discuss political stuff. it's a model of the united nations.
security guard: ohh. which school are you from?
me: erm, chij secondary? [mind you; i was wearing full school uniform. as in blouse and pinafore. and my badge.]
security guard: oh. which country arre you from?
me: erm. singapore?
security guard: are you sure? i thought you were from vietnam or indonesia.
me: uh. erm. okay
security guard: you dont sound singaporean. you sound like you are from vietnam or indonesia
me: erm. okay. right. i assure you i am singaporean. erm i need to go. bye.
and i turned around and walked away really fast. whatthehell. i was wearing school uniform. and going into my own school. and i got interrogated by some retarded person. waste my time.
now my dad is msning me. and he's sitting right infront of me. er. okay. i am surrounded by weird people.
sheesh.
