Sunday, September 17, 2006
Forty-Six
I was at the library this one time (well, it was actually on Friday). Because I had just walked in the rain (refer to previous post), and because I was still wet, the library become less pleasant that it usually is. I was so cold! My body become sorta rigid; I walked around the shelves like a robot, almost. I kept rubbing and blowing on my hands to keep warm.
So anyway, I had walked over to Syakirah and was standing beside her when this Chinese man sitting beside us asked, "Can I ask you a question?"
I don't remember answering yes, though I did think it, but the man continued, "Why is it that you (Syakirah) wear your tudung liddat, like I cannot see your eyes from the side, but you (me) wear your scarf much ... back-er and I can see your eyes?"
What I wanted to say was "Some people have different styles," or, "I have a big forehead and I'm a nerd, so when I wear my scarf back, people can tell. Syakirah's a goth dude(tte), so she wears her scarf to the front, you know, like a hood. So people can tell she's cool."
But I didn't do anything. What I really did was grin. I just
grinned at him, like his question was funny or he was funny or we were funny or the newspaper he was ready was funny. Point is, I said nothing but
grinned. Grinned!
Maybe the man is a mind-reader, cos he grinned too, then he went back to the newspaper.
God, I don't know what I was doing.
*Slaps forehead*
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5:55 PM
