Chee-kos/Tikopehs It doesn't matter what they are called. They are, you know, those irritating men who like to gape and stare and stare and STARE. You can practically feel their burning stares. Maybe if they look long enough, you'll even smell burning flesh. Whose? You may ask. Don't be so gong, yours lah! Their ages range from young to old. Gawd, I hate them. Sorry, but I just can't love them. In fact, I feel like digging out their eyes and letting Daphne play softball with them during PE. (Hello Delvina!)
I've lost count of incidents between me and this....species. and TODAY again another incident took place. Ok, fine, I was wearing a skirt today. But like, SO?! Its not like those super short ones which look like hotpants. I was walking past the busstop with my sis to look for my parents. Then this old man, who, judging from his appearance and attitude (remember attitude determines altitude!!) is probably a good-for-nothing. When I walked past he kept wolf-whistling and making that ..sound..you know.. like..ok. purse your lips together , press your front teeth to your lower gum, and suck in some air.Ya. I use that sound to call Rainbow.haha. Ok. Back to the subject. He wouldn't stop. We were supposed to wait at the edge of the bus-stop but because of that retard we had to go stand in some shadowy corner of that area. STUPID. My blood vessels are going to explode.
I know guys like to observe girls. Raging hormones. I understand. At least, for teenagers. But, you, hello uncle, raging hormones cannot be an excuse ok? You're waaay past your prime.
Some guys use this excuse: Girls are made to be admired. And they expect us to be honoured after hearing this sentence. Please, don't sell us this cheap, sad excuse to make up for your lecherous-ness. ( if there's such a word. ) Cheeko just say cheeko lah! What admire.. Admire your head! We are flower vases issit? Admire.. Admire. Its such a weak excuse that its funny. And whenever anyone uses this excuse, I feel like smacking them with my neighbour's socks. And, mind you, my Blangadash neighbour's socks are POWER. The whole lobby area outside my house smells like raw eggs and dogs because of that pair of socks.
Ok. Next subject.
Cab-Snatchers Correct me if I'm wrong, but this problem seems to be more evident in our country. Some loyal citizens may say: Aiyah, because this is an URBAN city, people always have to rush here rush there lor...
Puh-lease.
That is yet another lame excuse to cover up their selfishness and inconsideration for and towards others.
Today while my sis and I were waiting for our parents, we stood at the roadside. Because of that cheeko, grrr. Then this european guy and his chinese friend approached us to ask if we were waiting for a cab, because they were waiting for a cab too. We said no, thanks for asking. The european guy put on an all-knowing smile and said that we were standing there looking pretty. When strangers talk to me, my mind goes blank. And all I can do is to produce a single, tight-lipped smile. But he was really cute, haha. Whoops.Back to the subject. Why can't our citizens ask before plopping their fat feet a few metres in front of someone waiting for a cab? Very hard to ask issit? Or you just want to act blur, and when you get scolded, all you'll say is: Er..sorry...never see.
Haha, like real lor.
Don't lieeee....
First impressions matter. And I like to think of first impressions as a painting. A rude man would leave this image of a brown splotch on a clean white paper. A good looking person would leave a picture of something nice. A funny person would leave a smiley face, painted in yellow, on the paper. Boring people would just be a blank piece of paper. And cab-snatchers would be a shredded piece of red paper. Why? You may ask. Because I feel like ripping them apart, thus the paper is shredded and red, because.. to "see red" means to be angry.
Plus cabs are not easy to come by.
Are you one of the above? You had better not be hor. These two species.. hen(3) ling(4) ren(2) tao(3) yan(4).
