And when I update, I really do.

During the Recruitment Drive for Sports societies, I went up to this table of some martial arts society where there were these nunchucks on the table. The dude manning the table stood there playing with the other weapons on the table.

So I asked him, "Dude, take the nunchucks and do me a lil demo, will ya, pls?" cuz I find nunchucks fascinating (too many ninja movies).

The dude picks up the nunchucks hesitantly looking at them. Then he turns to me, he says almost perkily, "Oh, so if I demo, you'll join my club?" then he gives this nasty hopeful grin like an ass.

"No, I just wanna see," I replied. Cuz nunchucks are cool, right? And even cooler when they're flying all around in the air around your head. Then the guy has to audacity to reply,

"Cheh... then for what I demo?!" Then he drops the nunchucks onto the table and pretends I was never there at the table at that moment and was never ever there at his table asking him a polite favour. I walked away, a scorn on my face, distaste lingering, can't say shocked, just very very unable to believe what just happened. What the rude dude who just wants people to blindly join his club, like he has no time for people who don't wanna join his club. F him lar. Wouldn't wanna join a club with such unfriendly people like that.

Walked back to the foos table (with people who would definitely demo for you if you asked and even if you won't join our club, sheesh) feeling like I just got pawned by a total noob. As I reached the table, I got over the initial shock and proceeded to bitch about that arsehole.

And Cherie, the dude glaring at us at the library the other day as we whispered loudly about random and not so random stuff, was THAT dude. Yea, THAT dude. So remember him and his lansi-ness. And now that I have recognized that dude, I am so glad that we annoyed him at the library. Bloody ******. Meh.