My LifeJournal: Shocked

It's a really simple story.


If you walk down Orchard Road, you'll see lots of people.
Local Singaporeans,
American, African
Bri-Ish, Bruneians,
Chinese, Korean,
Malaysians.

It's pretty easy to tell some people apart.
Fair, tall = Americans
Dark = Africans
Thick English Accent = Bri-ish


But for Bruneians, Malaysians and Malay Singaporeans,
it's really hard to distinguish.

So my dearest cousin and I played a game.
Scrutinizing details to identify where they come from.

There were 2 aunties in front of Lucky Plaza.
Flagging a cab.
Definitely not local malays.

1. Local Malay aunties won't be in town on Saturday night
(Too many weddings and "great" serials on Suria)

2. Local Malay aunties won't be wearing glamorous pant suit or walk on stilettos at Orchard Road

3. Local Malay aunties wouldn't be hanging around at Lucky Plaza, flagging cabs.
Prolly rich Malaysians or Bruneians or ...etc

We walk further down towards Marriot.
Saw a group of malay families.
So we played the game again.

It was kind of a huge group.
Half of them were snapping pictures.
The rest, hanging at the side.

Syarfah: Where do you think they are from
*Turned to look at them. They all look and dress like locals*
Me: Hmm...Definitely local
Syarfah: Ermm...i don't think so. Look at the guy.
*Began scanning from right to left*
The group who was taking pictures were mostly girl
And then my eyes settled upon this guy and I...
Me: *GAASSPPP*
*I'm In Loveeee*

Oh and it was a reflex reaction.
He must have notice the racket that was happening.