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Written on: Thursday, December 18, 2008
The other day my brothers and i were at an undisclosed location when a salesperson, whom i refuse to name (partly cos i didn't bother listening to her introduction) tried to promote her product. but she didn't know that we had been speaking in some weird accent (araknow sometimes aussie sometimes british) for the past five minutes, for kicks. and my brother just HAD to be a smartass and entertain her, while using the accent. so i watched her expression change; from the aiyah-this-one-singaporean-lah-easy-to-bullshit look to the omgwtf-who-is-this-guy-ok-gotta-act-cheem-and-pro expression clean across her face. and after some crap talk, i asked her something. and guess what! she tried speaking in a foreign accent too! the woman who sounded like some random ah ma just awhile ago, suddenly transformed into a smart-sounding, impressive salesperson!Time: 5:39 PM IT MUST HAVE BEEN A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE! ok no i exaggerate. her accent sooked and i almost laughed, but we managed to wrap up the whole thing and leave her there feeling awkward and unsure about herself. poor, poor woman. i mean, why do singaporeans have to force a new accent when speaking to foreigners? its absolutely ridiculous. i won't harp on this issue; it pains me merely thinking about it. and i dunno how scary/evil/ugly/YEARGH!/GOD HELP ME! i look, but i sure freaked out the sales assistant at some shop yesterday. from the moment i went in, she transformed from human being to stuttering panicky thing. and the guy who joined us wasn't that much helpful and he chose to stay away as far as possibly, only piping in with pseudo-helpful comments when he thought she might collapse from the stress. yeah stress. i don't know why but she looked stressed. and then i accidentally knocked down like two shoes or something, and so i proceeded to pick them up. this time the guy was much braver; he actually ventured to hover close to me, saying something about the 'nevermind' and 'we will'. but it was me with the butterfingers, so i didn't bother. and when i had finally made my selection, every FRICKIN member of the staff had to be informed! i swear each one of the five people i saw knew i was headed to the cashier. why?! so anyway i paid, happy with my purchase, and turned to walk through the store again to thank the two fellas who bravely stepped up to the challenge of communicating with the loathsome fearsome terrifying monstrosity i was. so i said thanks. and the girl replied first, oh sure, then the guy chipped in, welcome, and the girl hurriedly followed his example, oh, welcome, and they kinda bowed and i left, made a turn, and proceeded to distance myself from other poor people. then it occured to me. maybe they were temp staff. maybe i'm not so scary after all. haha. if that's the case then its both good and bad; i wanna be a scary thing lol. lotsa things can turn out the right way if some peoples' habitual ignorance or disrespect is clouded by fear and fleeting images of themselves being strangled by yours truly. i will now ignore my conscience and go on and play Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix; i'm looking for Luna Lovegood's lost merch. heh merch. i like that word. verd. maybe some tomb raider later. but eventually, i will have to study my ass off. i dread that hour when i sit facing my books, overwhelmed by the river of endless information that seems so foreign yet so familiar. i'm so screwed. so you should watch this, from GameTrailers dot com: |
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