SWT X LLT [v3]

Monday, November 26, 2007

as a child, im sure that your mom has said this to you at least once: "如果你不乖，我就把你卖给banglah! (if you're not good, i'll sell you to the banglahs!)" so why are banglahs such scary human beings? let me tell you why:

just yesterday, i had an encounter with them in the bus which left me disgusted for the rest of the day. i was on the bus home from my grandma's place with parents, and my parents were sitting with each other and i was sitting alone.

so at this stop, there was this bunch of banglahs (idk why, maybe cos it was at night and they all like to go out and night) that boarded up the bus. so i was praying hard that none of them will sit beside me, cos banglahs are scary. but apparently there were not enough empty double seats so they had to sit beside somebody.

so this scrawny banglah was stumbling towards my seat, and infront of me was this chinese uncle with an empty seat beside him. so i was silently hoping that he (the banglah) will sit infront instead, but wtf, the banglah chose to sit with me. he stink like hell but i couldnt make out what the odour is made of, i just know it a combination of cheap beer + something else, probably curry.

okay so i was like "okay nvm i shall NOT be racist". so after like 1min later, the banglah started fidgeting. then he fished out his handphone from his pants, and his fucking elbow touched my waist. shocked and disgusted, i moved my body towards the window. he then called his banglah friend and talked for a few seconds. for a few moments when i thought i was safe, i saw that he was opening his legs so wide that it passed my "territory". i was glad that i had my bag to block his leg from opening even wider.

after a while, i could feel something pressing against my hips. his fucking elbow was like pressing against my hips now. okay so nvm, i squeezed myself towards the window once more. and to my fucking surprise, he actually moved towards me, with is fucking elbow pressing against my hips again. annoyed and pissed, i used my elbow to push away his elbow. and what happened next was atrocious. he was like:

"Sorry ah?!" he looked straight at me, and he fucking SMILED, flashing his sparkling white teeth.

"bastard." i thought to myself, and i pretended that i was going to alight and hurried off. but as i was going to moving out of my seat, i could feel his knees brushing against my thighs and omg, that feeling was awful.

after all the numerous encounters with banglahs spam calling my handphone, and how they all like to gather with their "comrades" and start to talk loudly despite being in the bus, or late at night, and how they would like to sit in a row beside the road and give lecherous looks to any scandily clad women (mostly china girls), i begin to wonder, does singapore really need these "foreign talent"?

"die banglahs, die."

10:11 AM