the essential question.
i forgot this funny encounter that happened yesterday! we (me and someone who i shall term the punk) were having dinner and this family of foreigners were dining next to us. suddenly a hand stretches over the shoulder of the punk:
Man: Helloo how are you? (Or something to that effect)
the punk: (stunned) oh good, good!
me (shocked & laughing): [still voiceless here]
Man: You're from Japun (Japan)?
the punk: no, no, Singaporean!
Man: huh..? wat's zat?
the punk: oh, Singapore, Singapore...
Man: ahhh i zee! we're from Iran.
[smiles and nods exchanged.]
the punk & me: ohh, Iran! okay.
Man: so, how old are YOU? (points to me)
me (amidst immediate laughter from the punk): err.. i'm twenty-one..?
Man: Woh! tweenty-one? (looks at wife and gestures.)
me: oh so how old is your daughter?
[daughter is tall, wears makeup, and would look 19 in s'pore.]
Man: oh sixteen..and YOU? (points to the punk)
the punk: heh.. erm twenty-two.
Man: wohh! twenty-two (he tells his wife)
after this he asked us what we were studying, and told us he went to Britain to study English, as I am now. interesting.
and with the essential question that was popped at me (by a curious foreigner no less), i am reminded of my eternal youthful aspect. hooray..i guess. o_O
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