Already aug 10 and that bugger from Sarawak still hasn't made any move to view my room. Sent him a reminder 2 days ago and he said he would call me when he's coming. This morning I couldn't help but sms-ed him this:
When are you viewing da room? Pls understand dat i hv waited long enough n i cant keep holding da room 4 u. Tq
Is it too harsh? But at this point, I don't really care anymore. If he's not renting it, then I'd probably have to pay the rent anyway. If the room still doesn't go by September, my deposits would be gone as well. So be it. I'm so tired of all these, man. Never had so much trouble renting out a room before. They used to go like hot cakes. But no matter how many notices I put up now, all of it disappears the next day and I wait and wait but still nobody calls. Up till now, only one girl has viewed my room and although it seemed promising, she didn't reply afterwards. Hrrrmmmppphhhh~~~
Friday, August 10, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
姐姐妹妹站起来!!!
An old man in his 60s was sitting behind a TARC girl across the aisle from me in the bus. I was on my way to work. The girl kept glancing backward at the man then scurriedly changed to the seat in front of her. I was tempted to move over to where she had been a second ago because the sun was glaring down fiercely on my side. However, I hesitated, may I say wisely haha. I was thinking, "If she ran away like that, surely there's something wrong with that seat, or the man at the back". I began to observe the man and sure enough, his hands were placed over the seat railing and crossed over to the seat in front of him, where the girl had been. Thus, he must had been harassing the girl. Minutes later, a couple of college guys boarded the bus and took that seat. The jerk quietly folded his arms back. Now, isn't it weird!
I was thinking to myself about what a wise decision I had made for not taking that seat when I heard some hissing noise on my left. I knew the sound came from the old man so I ignored him. By now, the students had alighted at TARC and there were only around 7-10 passengers left in the bus, heading to the LRT station. When the bus stopped at the LRT bus stop, I felt something gripping my left shoulder. It was the dirty old man! There was a steel rail right beside me and he pretended to be holding onto it to get up from his seat but he was actually touching me! Obviously I wasn't smart enough, shoulda moved really far away from him and not just across the aisle! The only relief was he only got my shoulder, if not, I'd really kick him in the crotch! But at the time I wasn't able to do anything because I was running late and everyone was getting down. I just managed to glare at him with all the hate I could muster and left in unvented frustration! The nerves!
By the way, then I realized he was the very same son of a bitch who also sexually harassed me 3 years ago! Only now he's much older and has ageing black marks on his face. In my heart I was cursing so that he gets rammed by a speeding trailer and his brains splatter all over the place and his mutilated body be eaten by wild dogs. That's the end he deserves!
Well, 3 years ago I was on my first designing job since graduated from college and I still wore formal attire then so I guess I looked more feminine. This fucker was on the bus and he kept eyeing me up and down. I tried to ignore him but outta the corner of my eye, I could see he was still doing it. I glared at him several times but I think he had extremely thick skin as a seasoned psychopath. So I couldn't stand it any longer and yelled at him, yeah, right in front of everyone in a packed-as-sardine-can bus! I yelled, "Tengok apa tengok? Tak pernah tengok orang ke?" He simply gave a lame leacherous smile and replied,"Mana ada" while turning his pathetic head toward the window. Good thing was, he never looked at me again.
This morning while I was boarding the LRT, I felt something pinching me while everyone was pushing to get in. But it wasn't very crowded. And if someone accidentally touched you because he was jostled along or whatever, surely you won't feel him pinching you REPEATEDLY right?! Well, I did! And he was pinching me in the ass! I was thinking "What the fuck!" My hand was beside my butt and he began to grab that as well! So I turned around, pushed his hands away, looked him straight in his eyes (geez I wished I coulda pierced his head with that look and have him crumple to the floor) and scolded,"Apa ni? Sentuh-sentuh!"
The shithead was a guy in his 20s but I couldn't be sure whether he's Malay or Indon. He appeared shocked because he probably didn't think molest victims would retaliate. Well, he got the wrong person today! For a moment there I doubted myself and worried about whether I had wronged him. But thinking back, he didn't defend himself and just stared at me and other passengers wide-eyed and shrunk to a corner, tell me if that isn't GUILT, what is? Worst thing is, no one around me reacted. It was just like nothing happened. No one put in a word to help me. Or maybe it all happened too fast for them to realize what was going on, I dunno.
Anyway, I briskly stepped over to a spot far away from the bugger. When I was about to alight, he was still standing near the door. So while waiting for the LRT to stop completely, I glared at him again. He had the cheek to look back at me. So I glared at him till he was too embarrassed and looked away. There was a Malay lady beside me, well I hope she didn't think I was glaring at her, cos I really wasn't.
So I was thinking, what the hell is happening! Been a long time since I got molested. I thought I look fierce enough now that all molesters steer clear of me! But really, I know 9 outta 10 girls (or make that 10 outta 10) suffer incidents like these but they choose to keep quiet most, if not every time. This genuinely angers me no end.
C'mon, we are the victims here! Why are we girls so ashamed to reveal who's the crook? Seriously, if we girls all stand together and scream every single time we are molested, I think you'd heard a scream go off every 5 seconds in the LRT, the bus, the crowd, wherever. Nah, I'm actually trying to say that if we all unite, then these bastards won't have a chance at all. There'd be no more girls for them to molest cos everyone would scream. Then they can all go home and get themselves silicone pads if they really wanna grab something. They can even grab their own dicks okay, I thought they'd get more aroused that way?
These are only a couple of incidents I'd been through. But there are a lot more which will be too long-winded for me to mention here.
I only have one advice to all the girls out there:
DON'T KEEP QUIET WHEN YOU ARE SEXUALLY HARRASSED. SCREAM! LASH OUT!
Don't let those bastards get away scot-free!
Let's all stand together and show them what's GIRL POWER! GRRRRROOOOOOAARRR!!!
If you need counselling or confidence booster to keep these bastards away, just let me know. Will be more than willing to give you further advice.
I used to get molested so often during secondary school that I developed a phobia of going out. I dared not wear sleeveless tops or short skirts. I covered myself in oversized tees and baggy jeans but still the nightmare kept haunting me, molesters couldn't keep their hands off me! And I WASN'T even pretty! In fact, I was a tomboy who looked like Nobita in Doraemon! Believe it or not! It was the darkest time of my life. I really can't imagine how girls who got raped pull through their traumas cos I was only molested and I almost couldn't take it then. I think those girls who overcame it are really honourable and no one should look down on them. They need all the support they can get!
But thank God, I'm fine now. And needless to say, I can watch my own back.
Have you ever been molested before? What was your reaction?
Next time some filthy bastard molests you, ask yourself this: Did I do anything wrong?
Obviously you would not have done anything wrong. You are simply standing there and someone starts grabbing you, that's all.
So if that's the case, why are you so ashamed to scream and let others know that he molested you? He should be the one feeling ashamed!
One way we girls can look out for each other is picking out the psychos and let others know so they won't fall prey to these garbage of the society.
So SCREAM! (when you need to, of course. Don't simply scream for nothing, okay)
I was thinking to myself about what a wise decision I had made for not taking that seat when I heard some hissing noise on my left. I knew the sound came from the old man so I ignored him. By now, the students had alighted at TARC and there were only around 7-10 passengers left in the bus, heading to the LRT station. When the bus stopped at the LRT bus stop, I felt something gripping my left shoulder. It was the dirty old man! There was a steel rail right beside me and he pretended to be holding onto it to get up from his seat but he was actually touching me! Obviously I wasn't smart enough, shoulda moved really far away from him and not just across the aisle! The only relief was he only got my shoulder, if not, I'd really kick him in the crotch! But at the time I wasn't able to do anything because I was running late and everyone was getting down. I just managed to glare at him with all the hate I could muster and left in unvented frustration! The nerves!
By the way, then I realized he was the very same son of a bitch who also sexually harassed me 3 years ago! Only now he's much older and has ageing black marks on his face. In my heart I was cursing so that he gets rammed by a speeding trailer and his brains splatter all over the place and his mutilated body be eaten by wild dogs. That's the end he deserves!
Well, 3 years ago I was on my first designing job since graduated from college and I still wore formal attire then so I guess I looked more feminine. This fucker was on the bus and he kept eyeing me up and down. I tried to ignore him but outta the corner of my eye, I could see he was still doing it. I glared at him several times but I think he had extremely thick skin as a seasoned psychopath. So I couldn't stand it any longer and yelled at him, yeah, right in front of everyone in a packed-as-sardine-can bus! I yelled, "Tengok apa tengok? Tak pernah tengok orang ke?" He simply gave a lame leacherous smile and replied,"Mana ada" while turning his pathetic head toward the window. Good thing was, he never looked at me again.
This morning while I was boarding the LRT, I felt something pinching me while everyone was pushing to get in. But it wasn't very crowded. And if someone accidentally touched you because he was jostled along or whatever, surely you won't feel him pinching you REPEATEDLY right?! Well, I did! And he was pinching me in the ass! I was thinking "What the fuck!" My hand was beside my butt and he began to grab that as well! So I turned around, pushed his hands away, looked him straight in his eyes (geez I wished I coulda pierced his head with that look and have him crumple to the floor) and scolded,"Apa ni? Sentuh-sentuh!"
The shithead was a guy in his 20s but I couldn't be sure whether he's Malay or Indon. He appeared shocked because he probably didn't think molest victims would retaliate. Well, he got the wrong person today! For a moment there I doubted myself and worried about whether I had wronged him. But thinking back, he didn't defend himself and just stared at me and other passengers wide-eyed and shrunk to a corner, tell me if that isn't GUILT, what is? Worst thing is, no one around me reacted. It was just like nothing happened. No one put in a word to help me. Or maybe it all happened too fast for them to realize what was going on, I dunno.
Anyway, I briskly stepped over to a spot far away from the bugger. When I was about to alight, he was still standing near the door. So while waiting for the LRT to stop completely, I glared at him again. He had the cheek to look back at me. So I glared at him till he was too embarrassed and looked away. There was a Malay lady beside me, well I hope she didn't think I was glaring at her, cos I really wasn't.
So I was thinking, what the hell is happening! Been a long time since I got molested. I thought I look fierce enough now that all molesters steer clear of me! But really, I know 9 outta 10 girls (or make that 10 outta 10) suffer incidents like these but they choose to keep quiet most, if not every time. This genuinely angers me no end.
C'mon, we are the victims here! Why are we girls so ashamed to reveal who's the crook? Seriously, if we girls all stand together and scream every single time we are molested, I think you'd heard a scream go off every 5 seconds in the LRT, the bus, the crowd, wherever. Nah, I'm actually trying to say that if we all unite, then these bastards won't have a chance at all. There'd be no more girls for them to molest cos everyone would scream. Then they can all go home and get themselves silicone pads if they really wanna grab something. They can even grab their own dicks okay, I thought they'd get more aroused that way?
These are only a couple of incidents I'd been through. But there are a lot more which will be too long-winded for me to mention here.
I only have one advice to all the girls out there:
DON'T KEEP QUIET WHEN YOU ARE SEXUALLY HARRASSED. SCREAM! LASH OUT!
Don't let those bastards get away scot-free!
Let's all stand together and show them what's GIRL POWER! GRRRRROOOOOOAARRR!!!
If you need counselling or confidence booster to keep these bastards away, just let me know. Will be more than willing to give you further advice.
I used to get molested so often during secondary school that I developed a phobia of going out. I dared not wear sleeveless tops or short skirts. I covered myself in oversized tees and baggy jeans but still the nightmare kept haunting me, molesters couldn't keep their hands off me! And I WASN'T even pretty! In fact, I was a tomboy who looked like Nobita in Doraemon! Believe it or not! It was the darkest time of my life. I really can't imagine how girls who got raped pull through their traumas cos I was only molested and I almost couldn't take it then. I think those girls who overcame it are really honourable and no one should look down on them. They need all the support they can get!
But thank God, I'm fine now. And needless to say, I can watch my own back.
Have you ever been molested before? What was your reaction?
Next time some filthy bastard molests you, ask yourself this: Did I do anything wrong?
Obviously you would not have done anything wrong. You are simply standing there and someone starts grabbing you, that's all.
So if that's the case, why are you so ashamed to scream and let others know that he molested you? He should be the one feeling ashamed!
One way we girls can look out for each other is picking out the psychos and let others know so they won't fall prey to these garbage of the society.
So SCREAM! (when you need to, of course. Don't simply scream for nothing, okay)
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