I am not a salesperson.

After getting increasingly sick of Asia Cafe for the millionth time, our classmate Pui Yan recommended eating lunch at Baker’s Cottage. On entering the place what hit us was the gentle waft of sweet, cheesy bread that teased our growling stomachs that we just had to eat there.

What came after the tantalising display of various luscious-looking buns was the huge tantalising chunk of bite that was taken out of my wallet. RM4.50 for a set of croissant + one tiny cup of iced lemon tea for babies wasn’t worth it. I had a hard time trying to eat the choked up croissant with fork and knife, plus the entire thing was more mayonnaise than seafood & cooked cubed eggs anyway. I didn’t feel full after downing that, so bought another RM1.80 ‘triangle cheese chicken’ bun that was just alright.

It was drizzling at that time, and we rushed into Asia Club for a game of pool which only a handful of us played.

This is our classmate Bryan who became fast buddies with me and Andy, taking a shot on a sea of blue. He’s really bloody skillful in pool and foosball.

And a look of Andy.

This is Pui Yan at the back.. huhu nice composition huh.

The rest shadowed in silhouettes.. Chai Hui, Kay Li, Andy, Kent and Kenneth.

What was supposed to be excellent photography turned out pretty mediocre.

Bryan was laughing at the girls’ jokes.

Kay Li was mock-pissed when Andy kept obstructing her from where she sat with the pool-stick. She grabbed the stick from Andy and hurled and aimed at the ball at the other end and managed to miss hitting it into the hole. XD

That’s what we did during our two-hour break, didn’t exactly try going to the cybercafe yet. Maybe not anytime soon.

I went with Andy to Pyramid to meet up with his sister after college; also went shopping for shirts for our upcoming presentation, and I ended up purchasing this rather smart-looking solid light grey long-sleeved shirt. I switched off from buying the RM140 shirt, after what I thought there was gonna be a buy-2-for-the-price-of-xxx vague offer of some sort which didn’t materialise and long story short I bought the RM79 light grey shirt without even trying it on, although I tried the shirts earlier for the size. :) (Ohoh, my size is 15.5/35.5 so if you’re feeling unduly generous and wish to shower me with gifts and presents, feel free to get me a shirt of this size. :D)

After finishing my purchase and Andy walked off to the information counter or something to redeem the free gift, a Chinese dude in his 30s or 40s in urbanised attire walked into G2000 and glanced at several shirts like other shoppers normally do. He diverted his attention at me and began asking me in perfect English about the shirt.

I gave him a “wtf do I look like a salesman!?” look politely told him I’m not working there, and he smiled embarassedly while saying something about after seeing me wearing “something” around my neck which is my SanDisk 1GB thumbdrive, he thought I was the salesman there. The horror. Me, a salesperson!? I’m a little indignant but more or less amused that he perceived me that way.

Not that I’m looking down at salespersons in general, but how on earth do I look the part with my pink-and-white striped shirt combined with my thumbdrive, that emanates the aura of “I’M A SALESMAN ASK ME ANYTHING”??

Which reminds me, I’m getting increasingly uncomfortable with my classmates’ - most of them girls - excessive praise on me. I’m not trying to sound like a conceited braggart, but after they learned that I obtained 9As in my SPM, when compared to the likes of Suet and Chee Hee is just pretty alright, how on earth do I reply to extremely glorified comments like “hey genius” and “most of us only have 2 or 3As”? With the latter, I can’t think of anything suitable to say without treading on sensitive grounds and had to force an awkward smile.

I want to fit in with the rest without being looked upon as the resident know-it-all, which I’m not. Reason why I pour over books sometimes is because I’m on scholarship and am not about to let it rot and die in my hands.

I’m just uncomfortable with these sorta compliments. Or maybe I’m just a closeted nerd after all.