Fly me back...to where my home is?

here's one of those "never in s'pore" stories (you know, like...never in s'pore can you walk on the streets naked). well, i was walking (fully clothed) from emeryville to oakland...which i guess is the equivalent of walking from hougang to katong, not undo-able, but a little bit crazy, took me more than an hour...but that's not the whole point of this story. k, i was walking through oakland, which is a sort of ghetto-ish city (and this was in broad daylight) when suddenly a group of black people started throwing raw eggs at me and my friend from across the street. they were yelling and laughing (goodness knows what, but nothing pleasant i'm sure) and they kept hurling those eggs...one after another, and they finally got a bit lucky coz one of them hit me on the back. not in full force, so i wasn't completely yolked, but there was gooey, yucky, yellow (!!) stuff on the back of my shirt and pants. eww...anyway, lesson is...don't ever walk down the streets of oakland unless you positively have to. and if you have to...bring an umbrella.
ah well, miss having people to laugh over things like that with. sure, me and my friends talked about it, but it was more of "no way, are you ok?" kind of talk, not "haha...how can people be so idiotic as to waste perfectly good eggs that way?". anyway, this only confirms my suspicion that yellow is a bad thing...
oh, talking of which, my roommate has got all into the spirit of tormenting me with yellow. we went to ikea together and she insisted on threatening to buy yellow stuff throughout the trip. you people would like her.
down with yellow!
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