Um. Hiatus. *Fart*
Teehee.
Bored.
Aiyah, so tiny. I’m fed-up with uploading and resizing photos man! I don’t know how those photo-bloggers stand the pain when waiting for photos to upload and resize. So annoying.
Ugh, crap. I regret for not going to the ecp outing. I’m stuck at home, sitting on my ass, waiting for lunch to be digested and waiting for it to sit in my rectum so that I can poop. The bunch of them just called to bash me for not going, sorry people. And YOU, Terence Foo! Tell anyone what I said and you diieee. I wasn’t even serious when I said that! I didn’t mean Peter-Stormare-or-Wentworth-Miller-hot. And stop teasing me about Teng Hui. Irritatingness.
Okay.. So you can tell from this post that I’m bored. Dum dee dum.
Mr Tchen was really sweet, he threw us a surprise party.
‘Surprise party’ as in he made us stay back for Physics practical but got us 10 pizzas to eat instead.
I didn’t take any pictures because my hands were greasy from pizza galore, so I snatched pictures instead:
Irritating loser from another class, who probably thinks he’s the next Jay Chou with height problems, strolled by. Or more like pushed himself through the crowds. After deciding that maybe sneaking a pizza slice was too prominent, he decided to be more pathetic and pocketed the little cheese and chilli packets instead. Would you ever invade a class party, which isn’t your class, and steal the food? I haven’t “OI!”ed so loud for a long time.
Ohkay, yep, as usual, gotta be pissed at something.
Paula made this cool thingy too.
I’m bored bored bored.
The Day That All The Men Became Crazy. Perverse. Pigs. Odd
Okay, technically, not all.
Just the ones we bumped into.
Sarah, Paula and I took bus 33 from school. We sat right at the back, which was a long stretch of seats and there were 2 separate seats in front of us where a maid sat and in front of her were 2 seats facing the walls of the bus with 3 staring Indian men and 1 Chinese ah pek.. Oh never mind, I’ll draw.
Uncle with the cool tattoo on his foot? Let’s take a look:
Looks like a spine running down his foot. Or a millipede.
Actually he’s not involved in the story.
His tattoo was just cool.
Anyhoo. Indian Man with Suspicious Moustache Who Kept Staring was indeed, staring at us. He just wouldn’t get the hint even though we hid our faces with Archie comic books and shielded our boobs behind our bags. I really just wanted to throw something at him. “Pfft, what a crazy asswipe,” we thought.
But little did we know..! [cue doom music]
Mysterious Dude Staring, who was sitting next to me, was staring at us too.
“Another perverse asswipe,” I thought irritatedly. Either these men were deprived and have never seen a female before or they were rendered impotent and wished otherwise.
I decided to focus on the Uncle With The Cool Tattoo On His Foot instead, Sarah took a picture of it.
At least he didn’t stare at us like a fool.
But suddenly, Indian Man with Suspicious Moustache Who Kept Staring At Us was no longer the mental one in the bus. Of course, he continued staring, but Cuckoo Man of The Day - as the name suggests - revealed himself as the ultimate winner of all deranged perverts out there.
He began staring at us as well - but with gestures to accompany his stare too. He would keep doing the same action 1) Stare to get your attention, 2) Point at you, then 3) Pretend to be writing something in his palm, all the while still staring at you. Paula and I ignored him, Sarah responded with, “What do you want?!” gestures
Oh man. We should’ve completely ignored him. Now that he knew that he was able to catch our attention, he repeated the same damn set of actions every 5 seconds. Like he’d go into a seizure if he didn’t do it.
I was getting really creeped out. What the hell did he want? Her address? Her phone number? Or just indicating that he was gonna report us to the school? I really just wanted to throw yet another thing at him.
Initially he seemed patient. Then eventually, when he realised Sarah didn’t get it, he started getting pissed off. At one point, his set of actions modified. It became 1) Stare at us to get our attention, 2) Pointed 3 times, at all of us then 3) Pretend to write something in his palm, all the while still staring. Fucking hell, he wanted something all 3 of us.
The Philippino maid turned around and asked Sarah, “Is he your uncle?”
“Noo!”
“I think he’s trying to tell you something…”
“Saying what?”
“I think he’s talking to you in sign language.”
“Saying WHAT?”
“…I think he’s asking for your number…”
“WHAT THE HELL.”
That Cuckoo Man of the Day is the biggest, fattest, disgusting-iest Ah Pek ever to walk the surface of the Earth. Sarah got so scared. After that, even the Philippino maid was starting to get pissed off at all the crazy men. She started adjusting her shoe, then Indian Man With Suspicious Moustache Who Kept Staring started staring at her, she frowned and stared out the window.
We decided to wait till the Cuckoo Man got off the bus, he’d probably follow us if we got off at the MRT station, knowing his suspicious intentions. Soo.. We waited. While all 3 men continued to act stupid. Pigs.
Eventually, Cuckoo Man got off at Bras Basah. The freak got off the bus, then suddenly turned to stare at us through the windows. I swear to God, it was a bloody horror movie playing in reality, I could’ve screamed like a chicken. One second he wasn’t looking at us, then suddenly he turned his head with that Ah Pek look on his face. I swear man, perverts are bloody terrifying.
After squealing, I looked away. Sarah looked at him until the bus pulled away, she said he kept doing the same actions again. Everyone saw what happened, the Indian Man with Suspicious Moustache Who Kept Staring sighed and made a finger gesture to indicate that he thought Cuckoo Man was crazy. Damn right, he is. His name’s Cuckoo Man, King of all Perverts.
Well, maybe he truly was mentally ill.
But he’s mentally ill AND a pervert.
We got off at Cityhall MRT Station bus stop. After that episode, I got so paranoid that, I swear, I thought every dude had that look on their faces and were staring. I just wanted to go home, my God. Never wanted to go home so desperately in my life.
Men… *sigh*
A couple of days ago, [this doesn't involve a crazy dude. Well. Erm, kind of] I sat on bus 16 from school to go to Orchard. A young dude, sitting a couple of seats in front of me, was fidgeting a lot and he kept shifting from seat to seat.
Then suddenly, he plopped down on the seat next to me and flashed.
Flashed.. His wallet. Hawhaw.
He kept gesturing as if to ask, “What to do?” and showed me a small piece of paper.
I couldn’t read it because he snatched it back the second he handed it to me and hovered around the bus again.
Then he came back. This time I read the paper, I think his mom wrote it for him. It said:
“His name is Melvyn Tan. He is hyperactive and is unable to speak. Please do not give him any money, he has some of his own. Do not chase him if he runs away. Please assist him in travelling”
There was more, but I can’t remember anymore. Is it just me, or do mentally retarded dudes always seem to be named Melvyn? He fumbled his arms around and made a shape of a house. He probably wanted to get home, but I didn’t even know his address, and he couldn’t speak. Sigh, poor dude. None of us could help him, because he couldn’t even speak. Sorry man..
Oh, then I watched The Prestige with Dee.
A cloning machine?! Cloning machines don’t just lie around in the Victorian Age. Oops, that’s a spoiler.
Anyway, I encountered another mentally retarded dude today. We were eating at KFC, when behind us, some Kent Ridge Sec students began taunting one of the servants who was retarded. The whole load of them were laughing, dudes and females. They kept asking him to come over to their table, and asked him to clear up for them, or mock the way he walked when he wasn’t looking.
My God, they were already what, Sec 4 or 5? Yet they were too stupid to realise that they lack empathy and even basic manners. I sound like a naggy mother here, but honestly, anyone with capable mental capacity would realise that mocking a mentally retarded man is just sick. I felt so sick and disgusted. I have a feeling those dudes will grow up to become one of the staring Ah Peks on the bus, and the girls would become, I don’t know, tai tais maybe.
Idiots. Idiots.
Somehow, that scene reminded me of Charlie Gordon’s encounter with a retarded dude. Okay, being a literature nerd here, but damn, Daniel Keyes is right. One would never think of taking advantage of a man who is physically disabled, but thinks nothing of abusing a man who’s mentally retarded.
Anyway, did I tell you that Lenny pronounces ‘Literature’ as ‘Lit-chi-cher’?