Some PRC very easy... When I first came.... and was lost and
asked some Ang Moh taxi drivers for directions, they ask me to be
their gf, and they got mother. Bloody hell, think I from PRC. And
my brother was with me somemore. These PRC gave chinese bad
names
Yeah! And a few Vietnamese too.
That's why I get approached whenever I'm in the Victoria St /
Lennox St / near the govt commission flats area. Tamade... I
usually respond to them in bloody good English to stun them a
bit. 
Recently, this obese Aussie bloke waved to me from across the
street like he knew me. I turned around, eh, bo lang leh...
only me there...
So when the green man came on, I crossed the road and walked
past him.
He ran after me and walked beside me, trying to strike up a
conversation :
"Hello, Miss! Good day to you!"
(Me starts to get super suspicious... is he selling
something...) "Oh... erm... Hello! I don't think I know you,
mate. "
"Yeah, you don't. Would you like to get to know each
other?"
"Erm, sorry, not really." (hastens pace)
"Oh wait... you're beautiful today." (huffs and puffs trying to
catch up, stomach bouncing up and down... gross!)
"I'm always beautiful, not just today." * tosses hair for
effect...
"Yeah... you are beautiful..."
"Sorry, mate. I'm busy, I'm heading towards my
workplace. Have a good day!"
(gallops away)
I told my
colleagues and we had a good laugh. 