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HELLO I WILL UPDATE THIS THING SOON (:
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Monday, October 20, 2008
The section below... well. it's disturbing to say the least.
Please for your own sake read it with an open mind.
Then proceed to laugh your ass off.
But I'll rather prefer you dont.
okay here goes.
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if there's one thing I've learnt from life
Never shake a gay indian construction worker's hand.
It doesn't rhyme,
The rhythm's not too fine,
But i don't really mind.
Tadah a poem it is not.
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Okay so this morning i was seriously seriously traumatized. SERIOUSLY. And I was pretty much in a state of shock the whole day, which made me kinda high at the sheer incredulity of it. Is that how you spell it anyway?
So. What happened was this morning on my way to school (I was supposed to be parade commander so I left house bright'n'early) I walked past that construction site at Westlake there, because as everyone knows I walk to school.
So, there i saw for the first time in a pretty long time, that gay indian construction worker i mentioned last time, yeah. The bugger who licks his lips while talking to me. I thought the episode in my life was over but well guess not.
So he was standing there, with that freaky smile of his. I didn't actually notice it was him at first (And no i'm not being racist) until he walked right up to me, stuck out his hand and said...
"I'm going back to india tomorrow"
Oh. The joy of it all. But his hand was.. in my way?
The path was too tiny for me to sidestep him and dao his obvious handshake, so i made it clear that I wasn't too enthusiastic, and stared at his hand for like 20 seconds before i shook it.
"Okay then, good luck."
BIG mistake.
BIG.
That f***guy just latched on to my hand, then used his thumb to draw lazy circles on my palm, staring at me with hooded eyes.
Then he does that old-uncle-trademark cheekopek eyebrow raise, saying
"I know your (some indian word) is very big"
Stunned. I tell you.
"Whaa...?"
"You know, your down there" he says, doing a freaky uncle eyebrow.
Now look here you paedo cheekopek. I don't need comments about the size of my... Ye Oon Jr. Not by a man probably thrice my age anyway, while stroking my hand in a terribly suggestive manner.
"Uh, i think i need to go." I said, attempting to pull away. (Translation: "GOD HELP ME" )
"Wait. Do you have a girlfriend?"
I should have said yes. Make him sad. But since I'm such a truthful boy i said "No"
And the whole of the way to school I was going "This-cannot-be-real-but-it-was-so-freaking-hilarious."
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And that's what happened.
h well. He's going back tomorrow, so all I need to do is camp out in my house the next day and this episode in my life will probably be over.
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But seriously, the thought of a middle-aged-indian man fantasizing about you is.... disturbing to say the least.
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But it's over!
Now on to my normal post.
So Eoys are over for me now. Which calls for a celebration i guess. Lanned today. My CS was kinda noob, my dota... woah. I had a positive kill/death ratio! In your face Kieng Wee!
Wore some pretty nice shirt/pants combi. I'll try that again next time.
Which reminds me. I want a blazer! Heh. I was trying out the G2000 blazers. Not bad. but i looked damn short in em. Ah wells.
Kayes. That's about it. Bye then. And remember my mantra!
9:22 PM
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