Nak di jadikan cerita; there was this one day (Chehchehcheh, macam dah lama dekat sini), I was out shopping, and I saw this Malaysian (or looked like Malaysian) girl walking around, alone. I was excited.
So I went up to her, all giddy (and very happy to have found a Malaysian) and I think I actually shouted, "Hey, YOU! Malaysian!!!" while I jumped my way over to her.
Obviously she looked at me like I was crazy.
Anyway, I was right.
She was indeed Malaysian.
I asked her where she was working and she said St Felipe Street, but she seemed quite reluctant to build a conversation with me. Then I told her, "Eh, I orang Malaysia juga la."
Here I was, excited to have found a Malaysian;
(Ye la, macam orang Kelantan jumpa orang Kelantan dekat KL, tak ke terus peluk cium, ha that's how I felt when I saw another Malaysian di sini, tapi she seemed quite scared of me. Ha ha ha)
And then, something struck me.
I must have scared her.
Usually when someone creepy comes over to me, I would try to avoid communication or share any personal information, well, because that person was creepy and I didn't want to end up dead or something.
So yeah, I must have appeared as this creepy chic to her, that's why she was so scared to build a conversation with me. Ha ha ha!!!!
Either that, or I look too much like a Kim Kardashian , so she thought I was lying to her when I told her I was Malaysian too. HAHAHAHAHA.
** Anyway, she told me she was going back for good the following day, and come to think of it, I don't even know if it is the truth of if she just wanted to avoid from ever seeing me again! LOL!



Dah la kena paksa menyanyi, lepas habis menyanyi kena kutuk pulak tu.