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a happy incident
Friday, August 27, 2010 9:53 PM

I wrote this status a few minutes ago in Facebook :

A woman from my previous church ( from 10 years ago ) saw me and my mum that day. It was maybe the first time someone much older didn't judge me by my looks and she looked and talked to me like a normal girl. I was damn happy.


I was thinking of whether to post it on Facebook, or blog it. I decided to do the former because more people will see it neways, and I like the responses.


But I feel that there's a need to explain further.
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You know, normally, people like to judge. And I hate to be judged, but it's inevitable for me I know because of the way I look. Vhudever ogay.

Even if some people know that they shouldn't judge, and they try to hide it from me. But I can still see it in their eyes, their stare, their awkward facial expression.


So anyway, that day I was out with mum to AMK Hub to eat lunch before she went to work. I wore shorts so I didn't look that andro; more like an ahlian. ( ;__;)" Now that's the reason I don't wear shorts to school.

Both of us were standing in front of Niwa Sushi picking sushi, when a middle-aged woman and her child called out to my mum. She was from my previous church, back when I was a small small girl.
The way she spoke to me, the way she looked at me, I didn't sense a single bit of judgment from her. The woman had a really gentle smile and she wasn't afraid to talk to me like a normal girl.

Super nice.

And then we ate in the same place but at different places. Even when she left first with her daughter, she tapped me on the shoulder and said goodbye with a pleasant smile on her face.


AHHH. So nice so nice so nice so naise sho naisesx.
Wish people would have the same maturity as her.

Seriously, most adults, being adults, don't really have the sense of maturity in them to accept the queer. Sigh.



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