Howeverrrrrr, to attract our attention, these people give out FREE STUFF. I know this sounds scrub, but come on, I'm Asian, and NO TRUE ASIAN WILL PASS BY FREE STUFF. It's a good exercise for developing my sense of shamelessness anyway. They don't give out anything big- mostly pens, little toys with logos on them- but I guess it's the thrill of just getting all this stuff. They set up these little stands: and on there they display their goods: kind of like a market, really. This year I've gotten worse: I wait until the "store owners" turn away, or until they're distracted, then I snatch something from the desk and disappear from sight. Not that gaol awaits me if I get caught, buuuut... they might talk to me. Ergh, how absolutely dreadful.
At times it's hard to distract them: if it's a small stand, then there's not much choice. You'd have to actually approach the person. That's generally the uncomfortable part... So there was this one stand which had these orange pens, but there was a guy standing there, acting like a guardian. We had to talk- and he wouldn't shut up for ages. I guess I should've just asked: "Hey can I have a pen?" Given their purposes there though, that might've seemed a little rude (not that I care)- and well- he was rather intimidating. I stood there, watching his mouth move, not hearing a single word he was saying- and all this time I eyed the pens. I don't think he realised my true intentions, because he just kept going on and on and on- with great enthusiasm.
In the end I got my pen and all was well- but maaan it was tiring. When I walked out however I felt as if I'd returned from a great adventure- and now I have all this loot I literally plundered. Hmm... you might say that I felt... victorious.
What a wonderful day!
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