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Targeted.
Friday, August 7, 2009, 4:00 PM
I didn't want to do a post, but I'm so fuming mad now. Even blogger's pissing me, cos' my blog don't always appear.

Hate it when people trample on me, when I'm nice. Totally abhor that. Furthermore, I boosted Singapore's image today.

And before that, My post might offend ppl, but no racism intended.

After catching G.I. Joe with ZQ, and Nat, rushed home. (Btw, G.I. Joe is totally awesome, the effects and everything, i suppose there's G.I. Joe 2 then.)

While at the Somerset tix machine buying my card, an angmoh approached me and asked me how to top-up. Took a real long time to get my message to her. (I know I'm nice, even though I had to rush home.)

While I was about to buy my concession card, an indian approached me.
He said !@#%Little India?"
I replied "you want go little india? you want to buy the card?"

So I helped him to buy 1 tix. He kept asking me to buy two concessions and asked me to go Little India. I knew it! So I gave him that "WTF" face.

I bought my tix. Who'd knew, he waited for me to buy and followed me, and kept smiling at me. Ohmygod, sickening. I didn't let him stalk me of cos'. He tapped in and I stayed out. On the escalator, he was still smiling. *vomits*

Damn you! I'd kick his balls into Kovan bowling centre, and his dick into Jurong Island Fuel plantation. Or maybe, I should have kicked him back into India!

Come Singapore to work or to fuck? Yearn for sex so much? Me, NEVER man! Not even in his dreams not even in his next life. If I wasn't shocked till I didn't know what to do, I would have reported him to the police. Until when I tapped in, I realised I should have motherfucking kicked him back into India. C'mon, he can't afford to do anything me, he'd pay badly.

Anyway, it's not the first time. I was physically harrassed last time. HAHA. Nothing too bad anyway. Only some ppl know about it I suppose.

Now that I know I'm a potential good target, I'm not gonna be to nice next time. Be my guest.