I walked down kent ridge with my jeans folded and the raindrops falling on my umbrella.
I don't feel so awesome any more.
Maybe it's coz I haven't been able to read or look at both the Cai sister's blogs for a while.
Maybe it's the timetable this semester draining me out.
In my attempt to check another item off my list of things to do this sem, I braved the shouting claypot rice stall's uncle's shouting and queued up for dinner. There was only one item left on the menu and it was written in chinese. In fear, I asked the random mainland chinese guy in front of me what it said. He was amused at this chinese dude asking in such a strange English accent, and chuckled as he told me it was duck meat with veg.
"Where do you come from?" He asked in a typical China accent.
"Singapore..." I replied. I was honestly quite embarrassed.
But I saw him eating alone and so I sat down with him to eat.
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