变态

Today, I met a 变态.

He was a Caucasian, probably in his 40s and looked exactly like one of those crazed perverts we read about in the papers. 

I went up the bus, he smiled/sneered/smirked at me (it’s hard to tell, shades of all three in one gross upturn of lips). Shudder. I sat opposite him and realised very soon he was giving me the eye, the thing men do when they slowly move their eyes from your legs to your face and down again. Shudder.

And then I realised he was sitting next to this girl who looked like she is of Filipino descent, they were sitting very close together, in fact the girl looked a little squashed, and I thought: “Ok maybe that’s his girlfriend.”

When she got down the bus with nary a look back at him, I realised they weren’t remotely related. And then I saw him casting the eye again, this time, at the retreating back of the same girl who happened to be wearing shorts.

And for the whole perhaps one-hour long bus journey, he gave the eye, and the smile/sneer/smirk to another two young women. And when he got down the bus, he very conveniently brushed the derriere of the one in a short pink dress. The expression on her face told me she thought it was an accident. From what I could see, it most definitely wasn’t.

That was the end to my very, very long day. It is one of those days when I wonder why I gave up a cushy, air-conditioned job, for another which demands that I walk around looking like a mad-ass woman exploring the dark alleys of Clementi, Boon Lay, Bugis, all in one stupid day.

Came across this article in NYT http://happydays.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/09/17/the-referendum/. And somehow, it brightened up my night haha. Great, light-hearted piece looking at the significance of the choices we make, and how our acts cancel out our alternatives in life.

If I am not doing what I am doing now, what will I be? Tempting to consider, but honestly, with the exception of being an angsty, troubled teenager instead of a well-behaved grand-daughter the year my grandma passed away and that little but significant incident when I was 10, I haven’t had serious regrets about my life. I hope to say the same when I am 45=)

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