The Opera Populaire

And finally, it's all over. The nearly one year of evening lessons, rushing readings and assignments. What's left is this (hopefully temporary) feeling of loss. I wandered around today, uncertain of how to make use of this time. Somehow, I'll figure it out.

Anyway, my beautiful afternoon at the NLB reading bridal magazines in a seat overlooking the S'pore Flyer and IR was spoiled by a crazy old man. I had seen him from the corner my my eyes, looking at me as I was taking Harper's Bazaar from the magazine rack. I thought I was making too much noise so I walked off, embarrassed at my habit of muttering my thoughts out loud at times. I subsequently walked down quite a few aisles to find the bridal magazines. I was startled to hear someone asked me if I'm s'porean. And even worse when I saw it was him! He then asked how come I was not working, in a tone like he was not the stranger that he was. I gave him my annoyed expression and growled something like I'm a student and turned to get my magazines. He continued asking where am I studying, NUS? I ignored him and he left, thankfully. What was he, a retired despo searching for a Viet mistress??? I don't like it when ppl speak to me as if we are acquaintances when we are actually strangers. Someone I knew from the past did it too....thankfully he stopped as well. Yes, I'm cold and unapproachable and curt.