Baby-Face

What the hell!! KANTANG??
My friend said he associated me with KANTANG! YOU ARE KIDDING! That was like just 10 seconds ago. Yah, I take 10 seconds to type that crap on top. I know why. He must be super cheena. That's why! RAOWR! Hey, my chinese is all right. Plus I know my roots.

Next, Baby-faced!
Back to Beijing...

This store assistant was quite friendly. I think those people have a certain SOP (standard operating procedure) to follow. Almost the same pattern. Displaying their wares right at your noses, for you to smell them(shoes alike). Then "cheap cheap cheap, very cheap". Almost like a bird on a tape recorder. Their faces were so full of enthusiasm while peddling their stuff, almost to the point of desperation. Next they quote you some ridiculously high price. At first, I thought it was reasonable. You know me, I don't shop. I only discovered it was ridiculously high when they were willing to go down to as low as 8% of the quoted price. When they finally convinced you to buy, they try to hint to you the sacrifice they made for you at their expense, perhaps in the hope you will buy the entire stall. I'm digressing. OK.
This stall assistant was really friendly. I knew why a couple of minutes later. She was curious about us. Then she asked me my age. I could have sworn that her reaction was too dramatic. I mean, there isn't a big difference between 16 and 20. I wasn't actually insulted by that. I feel that the people there look older. Thicker skin I suppose, to weather the cold.

Back to S'pore...

This mama shop auntie was taken aback to learn that I had already COMPLETED MY NS! Come on! Surely she's seen enough kids at her stall. People don't serve NS after their 60th birthday. I didn't bother to ask her how old she though I was.

Today...

This one is the best. Direct and to the point.

Auntie:
Xiao Di(little bro), tong shi(colleague) huh?

Me:
No. Part-time. (Auto translation to eng at "ON")

Auntie:
No, I was asking you if you are Sec4. (Sec4 and colleague sounds the same in chi ya?)

Me:
... No, this yr 21.

Auntie:
HUH?

I felt like telling her those are men's pimples. Not puberty pimples. Hello!
Please tell me how to look old. This face of mine is ridiculously young. Ridiculous. Yes, my new vocab. 16, OMG. The age when people can decide whether or not to use their little treasure. Is that right? Do I look like I've just been enlightened on that? This is crazy.