The Girl Who Can't Drive

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Eeks.

I WANT GREEN TEA ICE CREAMMMM!!!!! YUM.

That was just a temporary digression from what I'm gonna talk about. Seriously, I love green tea ice cream. Especially the one from Haagen Daz-- shit, even after stuffing my face with that stuff for so long, I can never be sure of the spelling! Is it 'Haagen Daz' or 'Hagen Daaz'? Probably the first one right? Shucks, nevermind.

Okay, back to original topic: pErverts. No, not a certain Mr Sng (cues 'W_ld_on Song'), the real sort. I've always regarded my block as a pretty safe place, compared to other parts of Tampines, like Aurelia's block, where there are FLASHERS. Ugh, I can't imagine anyone flashing his hairy bits in my face. OMG. Anyway, not exactly the point here; what I'm trying to say is that my block is not as safe as I thought it was, reason being that in the past couple of weeks I've ran into not 1--- but 2 perverts.

First encounter was on the day I went to TJC drama club's 1984. For don't know what reason--OH YAR I remember! It was 'cos of my 3rd floor neighbour's stupid new dog. Idiotic thing. Eew. I'm not an animal hater, by the way. I just don't understand why people manage to rear animals when they live in a flat. If the neighbours can't put up with the noise, how can they? Especially at like, 9a.m. in the morning? My neighbour's dog barks non-stop whenever people walk past, and it makes a hell load of noise for something that's so small. So there I was trying to avoid subjecting my precious sense of hearing to that torture, taking the lift instead of the stairs to the first floor. I pressed the button, and one lift door opened. You know usually when a lift reaches a certain floor and nobody gets in, the door will close after awhile and and it remains stationary until somebody pushes the button to open the door? When I got to the lift lobby (I find it very weird to describe the lift area as a 'lobby' in a HDB housing estate...), the light was already at the 6th floor i.e. it had already been on the 6th floor for awhile, but the door was closed. When it opened, instead of being empty, there were 2 Bangala workers inside. And they were looking damn horny I tell you. My first thought was 'WTF??!!' Then, 'Okaaay. Not good.' At that very moment, the other lift door opened, and there was a middle-aged couple inside. I cheonged in like nobody's business. The woman was like, 'this lift is going up', and when I told her that I she smirked at her husband knowingly. Patronising Cow. So the lifted finally reached the ground floor and I got out..... @#$%^! The two men were loitering outside the lift area okay! Luckily there were other people walking past at that time. I was so freaked, I brisk walked--- maybe even ran at some point--- to TM.

Second encounter with pervert: today morning. I, being the selfless, fillial daughter I am, went to the market to buy breakfast for my family. Laden with plastic bags of food and groceries, I trudged back to my block, which was surprisingly isolated at that time of the day. So anyway there was this man walking very much ahead ahead of me. As I headed to the lift, the man turned behind. Now, I KNOW it's a very normal reaction to turn behind once you sense another human being behind you. I know. But this guy didn't just turn his head--- he turned his head, then he angled his body in a 'oh-look-what-we-have-here' stance'. I AM DEAD SERIOUS. NO MISTAKING THAT OKAY. I am NOT that sort of person who thinks that everyone is turned on by her, by the way. Whatever. I was already walking damn fast to the lift area. I didn't even dare to turn behind and see if he was following me ....instead, I reached into my pocket for my pevert/robber alarm--- digression; at the beginning of the year, this security company came to my Dad's office to advertise all these high-tech devices which they promised would make you home/workplace a safer place to be in. My Dad got me this thing that looks like a pager without an LCD screen. When you pull this cord, in case of any robber/pervert, there will be a horrifyingly shrill alarm which is REALLY REALLY repulsive. Nifty, eh? So I never leave home without it. Back to story: I reached for my alarm...

F*ck. It's at the bottom of the bag of vegetables. Threw it in there to make space for my handphone in my pocket. Damn. Sprinted the last 2 metres into the lift, jabbed the 'close' button like crazy. Phew.

So freaky right? I don't even dare to tell my Mum; she'll probably barr me from leaving the house. LoL. Anyone knows where to get pepper spray? Never had this sort of problems until this year. Sharon's very used to this sort of thing---Sharon's my friend who has a very curvy bod, which alot of pervs like to stare at. She's damn brave man..walks home alone at like, 11-ish at night. Actually I wanted to tell my Dad not to come downstairs to wait for me everytime I go home late. Now I'm not gonna tell him! Eeks. I'm gonna insist on being excorted to the void deck once I go home later than 10p.m. from now on.