A tiring June hols and a brief identity crisis

This time, I have no energy to plan and book a longer trip to somewhere further.
The KL trip was a blissfully short trip, so I get to rest and daydream on the coach while my travel partners yakked the hours away. I also met a Takeshi look-alike at Transtar travel while checking in for coach. Princess Heartbeat had to yell a little to get my attention as I was staring open-mouthed at the chap: " What are you staring at!!!!" while I ignored her and continued my blank stare at the guy who was apparently at least 4 years younger than we are. Poor guy turned away in...(I hope it's shyness) I have to convince her that I'm amazed by the resemblance and could we please go back to check it out in case he's Takeshi undercover.

Shopping was good as I managed to get stuff that I have never planned to buy. Tried a Mexican restaurant that have not been set up in SG. Will cover that under Food Blog. Have a brief encounter with an Aussie guy at Starbucks KLCC, who advised us not to stay out too late into the night. His female friend, a local, was apparently kidnapped for 2 hrs and molested throughout her ordeal. That freaked us out immediately and we were on high alert as we were still out at past midnight.

We got quite a few vendors at Petaling Market asking us where we were from.
At the 5th repeated question, I was ready to point at the night sky and tell them: " I'm from that planet over there to your right. I'm a martian. Greetings ! Earthling!"

My real identity crisis begins when these people doing street surveys began questioning my nationality:" Hello! Are you a Singaporean?" A guy suddenly appeared in front of me with an eager expression. I'm doing an interview with tourists, maybe you could help me out with this? will only take a few mins." He waved a pen and form in my face. I shook my head and murmured some insanities while scrambling for safety at nearby Takashimaya. I encountered another eager interviewer the minute I stepped out of the esclator, this time, I stared blankly and went off.
A lady at the CBD area at Raffles place enquired that of me in a more polite manner few weeks later and I shook my new head of curls at her and went: no no no....(Je suis Le Martian)(silently)

Yeah, label me an anti-social paranoid and you get my personal nod of approval. Anyway, I do believe in Aliens and that my Doggie Bobo is probably one in disguise. ( I can hear the snorts of disgust and disapproval from readers.)

The school's camp was tiring and somehow not as exciting as last year's. I was awake the entire night, and was surprisingly still quite lively the next morning.