I'm bringing sexyback!
Sunday, November 06, 2005
I'm calling, once and for all, for all guys out there to stop, or better still, chop off that revolving hands of yours!!!!
This asshole decided to sit beside me in the bus, on the way to dance. I was so enjoying the ride before your arse plonked onto the seat beside me. I can feel your thigh so close to mine, I can puke. And then, I stared at your nearly-bald head and wished that all the hair start to fall off. Then, you hands start to rise.... and you held on to the handrails (whatever it's called). Miraculously, your arms start to move by itself, towards me. At that point of time, I wished that the bus swirl real hard, and you roll down the stairs. And so, I held my dance notes over my chest with folded arms. (I was only thinking about protecting my breasts) And guess what? Surprise surprise! This bastard folded his arms too! Wonderful! Don't you ever think of touching my breasts! His fingers are like worms, oh-so-disgusting, moving and moving and moving.
Falala! This bastard is sure testing my patience!
And so, I decided to do something. No, I can't shout. I wanted to step on his feet but I was wearing slippers. I should have wear heels. I wanted to bite him 'coz everything when I'm really pissed I want to bite something. But I can't do that. And so, I PINCHED his fingers. Oh yes, with my long long nails. Damn, he's lucky 'coz I don't usually have long nails. And so I pinched his fingers real hard, one by one. And this bastard didn't bulge! This time, I pinched really really really hard, my heart chanting, "Men are rotten beings....."
All chee ko peks, stop digging your nose and listen up!
If you promise to stop preying on the "unprofessionals" like me, I promise to pay and recommend to you the real professionals.
This asshole decided to sit beside me in the bus, on the way to dance. I was so enjoying the ride before your arse plonked onto the seat beside me. I can feel your thigh so close to mine, I can puke. And then, I stared at your nearly-bald head and wished that all the hair start to fall off. Then, you hands start to rise.... and you held on to the handrails (whatever it's called). Miraculously, your arms start to move by itself, towards me. At that point of time, I wished that the bus swirl real hard, and you roll down the stairs. And so, I held my dance notes over my chest with folded arms. (I was only thinking about protecting my breasts) And guess what? Surprise surprise! This bastard folded his arms too! Wonderful! Don't you ever think of touching my breasts! His fingers are like worms, oh-so-disgusting, moving and moving and moving.
Falala! This bastard is sure testing my patience!
And so, I decided to do something. No, I can't shout. I wanted to step on his feet but I was wearing slippers. I should have wear heels. I wanted to bite him 'coz everything when I'm really pissed I want to bite something. But I can't do that. And so, I PINCHED his fingers. Oh yes, with my long long nails. Damn, he's lucky 'coz I don't usually have long nails. And so I pinched his fingers real hard, one by one. And this bastard didn't bulge! This time, I pinched really really really hard, my heart chanting, "Men are rotten beings....."
All chee ko peks, stop digging your nose and listen up!
If you promise to stop preying on the "unprofessionals" like me, I promise to pay and recommend to you the real professionals.
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