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Sunday, April 19, 2009

Taking a breather

I'm back here taking a breather.

Have been cramming information about the financial system of CHINA for the past week. Looks like I can't remember most of the stuff I have read anyway. I'd read the information, and halfway through it, I'd be scribbling some random ideas for my research. In the end, I just get lots of disjointed impressions of CHINA :1

Well, I hope the thing on Wednesday will turn out well! I have gotten alot of opinion on what to say and what to wear. Eventually, my success (hopefully) is really due to everyone's help.

And on the topic of opinions...

Last Thursday evening I was running around my neighbourhood in my black tee shirt and black fbts. As this is the usual garb I would don when i go for my morning runs (yes. I do wake up for a run at 6), I didn't bother much about my attire. I ran across to the ulu stretch of road just before Tanglin Halt, before heading into the neighbourhood proper. That was when I realised I wasn't welcomed at all.

Initially there was this 30 odd year old woman, and she was holding the hands of her daughter. Her eyes landed on my face first. I gave a smile, even though I know I would appear constipated. As I ran closer, her eyes glided down my body and ended up on my shorts. (ohno.)
Finally, she stared at my legs just as I ran past her. It wasn't a polite stare. Neither was she impressed. She just looks pissed, and had the " wah-lau-why-got-this-kind-of-people" kind of look.

I brushed it off, thinking that she's just this conservative woman that doesn't understand the comfort of FBTs.

But as I ran further into the neighbourhood, my shorts seem to gather more weird stares. Somehow, their focus would all end up on my legs.

The last straw came when I had to run past a busy bus stop. That day, I had no choice but to run in front of it. There were just too many people packed behind the bus stop! I tried to pick up speed to preserve any remaining dignity, but at the corner of my eye, I could feel 50 heads moving downwards.

Imagine. 50 people staring at your legs. ARGH
I swore to myself, I'm not going to wear FBTs in the neightbourhood during my evening runs again! Well, at least not paired with a black tee.

So i guess, I will conclude this entry with the huge question

WHAT'S WRONG WITH BLACK FBTs!

-goodness-

Posted by chococho at 11:21 pm