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Saturday, December 12, 2009
- A funny and quick conversation...

Today, while I was rushing to pick up Dear from MRT I met this very strange person. Which I had a very short but funny conversation with. Since I do not wish that my blog would be tagged as semi-active I decided to paste this funny memory up to my blog post. (:


" Wan Ru was rushing towards Woodlands MRT because she was running late to pick up her Dear! When suddenly a kind of sleazy looking man approached her..."


Sleazy man: "Excuse me, excuse me miss. Would you give me a minute?!"

WR: *Stares blankly at stranger guy."

Sleazy man: "I am sorry to disturb you but I was wondering if you would be interested to be an actress or hostess in a TV programme/show? I am a talent scout seeking for new faces for the TV.

WR: *Still in rushing mode and gives Sleazy man bewildered look.* "Erhm, no. I am sorry, I am not interested. Ehe."

Sleazy man: "Oh but you look gorgeous miss, you are. And how old are you?"

WR: "No. No I don't. Haha. I am 21 years old."

Sleazy man: "So you don't think your beautiful or gorgeous?"

WR: *Shakes head vivaciously* "No I do not think I am gorgeous." *Smiled*

Sleazy man: "Oh well. I am sorry, but are you rushing somewhere? To where?"

WR: "Actually I am quite in a rush to Jurong side. I need to pick up my husband."

Sleazy man: *Gives bewildered look* "Your so young! You're 21 and you have a husband!"

WR: *Nods her head in acknowledgment* "Yea, I am sorry, but I really have to go now."


As I smiled one last time to this stranger sleazy guy, I turned my back and ran off to catch my MRT. While I was walking away from him, I could still hear him mumbling, something like you're 21 and you're married. I was quietly savoring on that sweet thought, that yes, I am married so what. And guess what, I am so freaking happy about it! Because I feel like a whole with my husband. A whole heart, a whole life, a whole soul and anything else which was broken before... <3

||| *It's going to be great. Our lives. Together.* |||

Dear&Dar 2:17 AM