I forgot to show you earlier how I pick up all these FREE MAGAZINES AND COOL THINGS. These ones are from the Peranakan Museum, the camera shop, and the Ann Siang Hill shop.
Ziggy and Juice are hilarious "hipster" magazines. The editors/writers are too cool! I feel like I really know them already! Talent.
Whatevs.
For some weird reason I feel sort of awkward when I ask the shop assistant about the price of everything in the shop but don't buy anything and then look for the free things. It's more awkward than all the times I fall over in the street.
I'll tell you about yesterday's now. It was raining. I was carrying a bag on one shoulder, an umbrella in the other hand. I was walking down a slope. I stepped gingerly, as J.K. Rowling would say, on this slippery metal (which had pathetic grips, obviously) covering (I don't know why they have them every few metres. Maybe there are storm water drains beneath the road) and then slid straight onto the right side of my bum. So weird. I just crashed! My leg was so sore afterwards, I was worried I would not be able to walk up the stairs. It still hurts, but I probably just bruised and pulled some muscle. I also cut my ankle. I also made this loud noise, not really a scream but a loud yelling of "oooww". So weird, every time I drop something and it makes a noise, I yell "ooww" or "ouch". Then all these people at a cafe on the opposite side of the road (I was near corner) made noise and looked up at me, and the waitress was looking at me and yelling loudly. But I didn't understand because I don't speak Mandarin.
Which brings me on to something I've been meaning to say for a while. How I get really annoyed whenever people speak to me in Mandarin, which is like, all the time in public. Probably I get annoyed because a) I probs looks stupid, and b) I learned Chinese for many many years, but never could understand or speak or write anything. And Chinese is like a new global trend and I just can't deal with it. But anyway, if you saw me on the street, would you think I am Chinese and speak to me in Chinese? For a long part of my life, nobody ever saw me as being at all asian. But back to what I was saying in the question, I really should feel lowly and ashamed, but I reckon I'm offended because a) WHITE PEOPLE LIKE BEING OFFENDED, and b) the fact that someone made an assumption is an action which can always be justly seen as offensive. This is a fact. Christian Lander wrote about it a), and I am an expert and came up with b). But seriously, here is what I wear: worn up converse as shown in picture in last post, ankle socks, either linen shorts or shorts from one of my old schools, either a country road singlet or a singlet from the organic shop, Ted Baker sunglasses, a Kipling bag, and a Tree of Life bag. Seriously. Sigh.
