I hate morons

They're just pure f***ers.

Dunno who I'm talking about? Those morons out there who have sex in their minds all the time, that everytime they get turn on by any random girl, they try to get to know her and then eventually? You know the story. Call it or me stereotype. But isn't that what usualyl happens?

I had to wait for Wei Ming after the Planet Shakers concert tonight, as he was in the merchandise team selling t-shirts. I was alone, though I saw a couple of my friends, so I went downstairs to hunt for food as I was starving already, forgetting that it was already 11pm and all the shops were closed "=.=

Anyway, I went to the floor where McDonald's is. Oh btw, I was in Pyramid. So I decided to watch the ice hockey game going on. I guess I must've stood at the wrong place as towards my right, which was to the parking lot, was quieter compared to my left. And besides, I was all alone. And then, came this old man, probably in early 50's or MAY even be late 50's or even maybe older than my dad, asking for the time. I told him it was 11.10pm. Ok, lemme try to write out the conversation between me and him.

Old fart: What's the time now? (with a smile, dressed in an uncle long sleeve shirt and slacks, shirt pocket filled with scrap papers, carrying an A3 size bag, looking a lil like a salesman)

Me: 11.10

Old fart: You waiting for a friend?

Me: Yeah

Old fart: Boyfriend?

Me: Oh no, just a friend.

*Silence. Me, feeling a lil uncomfortable*

Old fart: Working or studying?

Me: Studying

Old fart: Where?

Me: Limkokwing

Old fart: In KL?

Me: No, in Cyberjaya

Old fart: Ooohhhh, Cyberjaya...Kajang there...

Me: Uh, hah..yeah

Old fart: What are you studying?

Me: Interior design

Old fart: What? Trade design?

Me: INTERIOR design (la, go clean your ears la)

Old fart: Oh, interior design. Interesting.

Me: You went to Planet Shakers? (pointing upstairs)

Old fart: Yeah, so what subjects are you taking? (obviously ignoring my question)

Me: Uh....we take 7 subjects every sem.

Old fart: Like? (you want to know ar? You can understand or not? Besides, there are so many subjects!! Nevermind. Being polite, I'll tell you)

Me: Uh, design, drawing, building science, history....yeah, the rest varies. But these are the main ones la.

Old fart: Oh, you have to take history also ar?

Me: Yeah, history in architecture.

Old fart: Oh, I see.

Me: Others are like materials, professional practice ....

*Continued to ask me more about my course, what I'll become and stuff*

Old fart: Do you wanna go down (points downstairs, the tables and chairs at the ice rink level) and chit chat?

Me: Uh, no. I'm actually going to find my friend already.

Old fart: Oh, issit ah...

*Took off his glasses and put it in his pocket*

Me: (WTF?? Why when you talk must take out glasses wan arh?? My grandfather puts on his glasses to see me better!! You miang fella!!)

Old fart: So where are you staying?

Me: Er, Puchong.

Old fart: Oh Puchong. You staying with who? Your mom and dad?

Me: Er, no. My classmates.

Old fart: Your classmates?

Me: Yeah..(which part of CLASSMATES do you not understand, uncle?) My COURSEmates.

Old fart: Oh, your coursemates. Oh, you mean you're not local?

Me: Uh, (dang!) yeah.

Old fart: So where are you from?

Me: Uh, Seremban.

Old fart: Ohhh, Seremban (pronouncing it Cina-apekly)

Old fart: You are miss? (gives out hand signalling for a handshake)

Me: Er, Julia. (shakes hand. Remember, a handshake is a grip of hand with only ONE shake. This old bag HELD my hand!! Bloody idiot!!)

*Finally let go after I struggled to*

Me: So you went to the conference? (pointing upstairs again)

Old fart: Uh, yeah yeah.

Me: Oh, so how was it?

Old fart: Uh, it was ok. (Duh. Obviously he would say ok cos he DID NOT go. Just what I had expected. I had wanted to ask him which church is he from, but then later he would've stutter and embarass himself..haha..I was nice so I didn't ask)

Me: Oh ok.

*Silence*

Me: Uh, I'm gonna have to excuse myself. I think I need to go look for my friend now. He's waiting for me....(walking away already)

Old fart: Oh ok ok. Well it was nice meeting you (offers handshake again)

Me: (!! Not again...*groan*) *receives hand groping again, but this time a shorter one*

Old fart: Do you have a handphone number so that I can contact you and get to know about your course better? (for what?!?!?!??! Your daughter wanna study issit? Go to the college to find out larh!!)

Me: Uh, not at the moment...

Old fart: You mean you don't have a handphone?

Me: (smiling) Uh, no. Hehe..(hoping my phone won't ring at this time)

Old fart: So how do you get to contact your friends and family? You know, you could send SMS and stuff?

Me: Uh..yeah..uh..(dang! I'm bad at lying!!)

Old fart: Why don't I give you my number and then you can call me and we can chit chat more?

Me: Oh, ok. (As long as I don't have to give out mine. Besides, how to say no?)

Old fart: You mean you never had a handphone all this while?

Me: Uh...

Old fart: You know, a handphone today is not expensive, know? It's very economical, unlike larstime.

Me: Er, yeah yeah..hehe..(I wanna go laaaaa....you keep talking for what??)

Old fart: Let me just give you my number and then you can call me and give me your number.

Me: Er, ok. Um, you have a piece of paper?

Old fart: Yeah yeah (passes me his cheapo ball pen)

Me: (You gimme your pen for what??)

*Looked for paper in his messy pocket, finally taking out an A4 piece of paper folded several times*

Old fart: You don't mind ar? Lemme just share this with you (tearing a portion of the paper)

Me: No, no. It's ok.

*Passed me the paper, expected me to write*

Old fart: 012...(me writing down) 7 bla bla bla..(never bothered to remember)

Me: Ok. (smiling, signalling I HAVE to go)

Old fart: Your name again?

Me: Julia

Old fart: J-U-N-I-A?

Me: J-U-L-I-A (u bodo noob. Such a popular name oso dunno how to spell)

Old fart: Oh ok. I'm Francis. (me wrote...no, scribbled down his name on the paper he gave) What dialect do you speak in?

Me: Uh, I'm actually Hakka, but I speak Hokkien.

Old fart: Oh..Seremban got a lot of Hakkas also ar?

Me: Uh, yeah. Uh, I'm gonna have to go now (signalling I HAVE to go again)

Old fart: If you can't find your friend, you come back here and find me ok? Then we can chit chat more and know more about your course la.

Me: Uh, hehe, okok. (Duh of cos I won't la. Bodo.) Yeah, see you.

Old fart: (smiling satisfyingly) I wait for you here ah??

Me: Uh, okok..(runs away. Back to the convention centre where the crowd was)


Just wtf is wrong with all these people out there?

Once, a guy flashed his bloody c*** at me.

Once, a guy rubbed his bloody pe*** on my butt.

Many times, I get approached by young farts [younger than me!!], youngsters [20's, unemployed], asking me if I want pocket money (like you can afford "=.=), or a ride home.

Other times are just the usual and sorta less harmful wolf-whistlings.

Once, an Ah Beng on his bike tried to do get my attention too - by shouting out "Walau eh!!" when he saw me downstairs my condo. He stopped at the guardhouse to collect his ID. When I walked past the guardhouse, he called out "Woman!!" in a Ah Beng way. "=.= Pleeeeaasseee larh!!!!!! Okla, I admit this time I was dressed a bit inappropriate to ride in a public bus. I was wearing this spaghetti strapped knee-length dress, but with a cardigan over!! My shoulders were totally covered weh!! "=.= Anyway, I was supposed to meet Woon and it was our last date together. So I had wanted to dress nicer for him la.

Jor, why la. Normally, I dress very sexily meh? Darn it man. Why la I keep attracting unwanted attention? Good ones don't see them coming.... "=.=

Fark la.

And then there is this Bangla who until now keeps calling me. He knew me cos he used to study in GIS where I used to work. He got my number from my colleague after I left that place. And yes, I MIND my colleague giving out my number without my permission. But she's gone so no use blaming her anymore. I now saved his number as "dun answer". Everytime "dun answer" calls, just read his name and obey.

And then there was this 30 year-old guy who claimed he had fallen in love with me at the first sight. I laughed my ass off. Please la. I don't want uncles. I'm not interested in you anyway. What else, other than you-know-what, do you want from me? Right?

Fark morons.