ms-vindicta

it seems like the number of psychos around my living quarters have increased significantly.

 

four accounts that exemplify this point.

 

the first, was when i was returning home after a night of gallivanting.

 

as i stepped out of the lift, my heart did a little jump and i felt goosebumps raising.

 

on the tiled floors right outside the lift, someone had written in chalk in a "hopscotch" format the words:

 来来来

这是我的地盘

来陪我玩啊！ 

 

for the kantangs, it means, "come, come come. this is my territory, come play with me!"

 

it was about 11 pm at that time, and because i could not fathom who could have written those words, i was pretty freaked out.

 

clutching my bag tightly to my chest, i carefully navigated around the words, then ran along the corridor all the way home.

when i told my mum about the encounter the next morning, she said nonchalantly,

 

"oh, that one ah. is the neighbor’s kids lah. it was their mum’s birthday so they decided to draw her a surprise and play games with her."

 

 

walao, this kind of things cannot anyhow play one hor. somemore it’s the hungry ghosts month.

crap, the sight of those words nearly gave me a heart attack.

 

 

the second account took place in broad daylight, when i was on my way to meet the boyfriend.

 

i was walking through the void deck making my way to the bus stop.

 

now usually when i do this, i tend to like walking behind walls to avoid the sun and the wind.

 

that was when i spotted this foreign worker hiding behind a wall, with his back towards me.

 

initially i thought nothing of it, cause people usually do that while lighting their ciggies. hide behind a wall, right?

 

then i heard it.

 

the trickling sound of pee.

 

he heard my footsteps too, and turned around (only his head! not his body!) to look at me, while holding his whatever, with pee still flowing.

 

i shot him a dirty look, and hurriedly went along my way.

 

the third account took place yesterday, too at my lift landing. 

 

i stepped out of my lift and sensing someone staring at me on my left, i looked in the direction and spied this guy in his 20s entering the other lift.

 

he had a weird smile on his face.

 

discomforted, i took large strides away into the void deck.

 

that was when i heard the "tsk".

you know the kind of sound dumb ahbengs make when they call out to one another?

 

that was it.

 

so i turned back.

 

and that same guy was staring at me through the plastic grilles beside the lift, with a lewd smile on his face.

 

considering he actually entered the lift before that, this means he left the lift again just so he can do his stupid "tsk-ing" at me.

 

 

 

the fourth was the one that happened the earliest and was the worst.

 

i was on my way to work and as usual, i boarded the super-full bus.

 the bus was so packed i was reduced to standing on the steps, with not much for support.

 

now there was this indian national who was standing right behind me, and reeaaallly close to me.

 

since the bus was packed like sardines, i didn’t really take heed, not until i felt something soft pressing against my thigh.

so my train of thought was something along the lines of, "i think it’s his thigh, but it’s okay! cause it’s crowded".

 

then his thigh grew harder.

 

hmm.

 

that’s when i decided alright, i should probably take a look and when i did, as expected, it wasn’t his thigh, but something hanging between them.

 

the problem was, i couldn’t even inch away from him because the bus was that packed.  

 

so i made use of what i had.

 

i grabbed my bag, stuck it in between my thigh and his "thigh", and gave him the nastiest glare i could muster.

 

he got the hint and backed away slightly.

 

me - 1, pervert - 0.

 

it’s pretty scary isn’t it? the number of pervs around my neighborhood.

 

the boyfriend says he’s gonna teach me some self-defence moves though, so the next time some asshat brushes his groin against me, i can deal him a well-served kick in the nuts.

 

on a separate note, the boyfriend’s finally back from his 3 day long KL trip, and let’s just say i gave him a really warm welcome home.