Today, I went to the Turf Club for horse race betting! As an AWARE volunteer I was invited to the Queen Elizabeth II Horse Race. (bet 22$ won 15$. Net loss of 7$ Lesson learnt: If I'm going to gamble I better gamble big!) It was a really nice lunch, nice buffet, and we had a box to watch the horse race. The attire for women was 'equivalent to' that of men's attire (Coat and Tie) and...we were encouraged to wear hats!
I wore a very pretty dress and used my sash as a headpiece.
A day at the races brings about a very TYPICAL event for me.
We all took a cab back home, it made sense for my friend to drop me off at a hotel behind my condo, that way I could walk through the hotel as a shortcut to home.
While walking back home, I noticed a grey car, sedan (mitsu lancer or something like that make) 1995-98. Liscence plate i think..SFG604 (rough memory)
Anyways as it was passing me, it slowed. I thought the driver was lost, thus I kind of made eyecontact (HUGE MISTAKE).
The driver (30-40 Non-chinese man, I think either Malay or Eurasian, dark tan skin) motioned for me to come over (using hand gestures),
I was like, huh? Just ignored him and continued walking (a little faster...was 15 steps to my guard post). Then, after that, he drove close to me again; this time he rolled down the passenger window and said, "Wanna lift out?" (I guess to the main street?) And I said
"No!" (in a tone of complete and utter disgust, loud enough to be heard to create attention)
and he replied..
"O-KAY" as in OOOh KAY. The type of 'Okay' you give someone when you are freakin' irritated, or when you have a 'diva' attitude problem. (e.g. OH Kay....*rolls eyes*)
Then he sped off.
Excuse me, you fuckin' ask me to get in your car, I naturally say no, and you have the audacity to give ME attitude??
What the hell. Damn fucker. Crazy people like this roaming around in Singapore. *grumbles*
And if you are curious, I do not look like a prostitute at all.
My dear friend Alvin told me that maybe I think negatively, so I attract negative situations. Which, in a way, I agree.
I have been bruised and battered...so much so that now I am defensive about most things, Singapore has taken away my very 'Stacy' optimistic yet naive perspective.
Why oh why do I just attract these situations?
Do I give off a certain vibe? Why am I meeting people who cheat me, people who treat me badly, and/or why am I encountering ...for lack of better words...a sizeable amount of freaks?
Whenever I step out of the apartment, I take a quick glance at my mirror to check how I look. And when I'm in the elevator...I'm guilty of checking my makeup and reapplying my lipstick.
Maybe I am doing something wrong? Should I squint and lean closer to the mirror and examine my forehead? Do I have the words "I'm a moron, cheat me!" or..."Freaks turn me on" engraved on my forehead? Because if I do, I really need to do some serious microdermabrasion to scrape these incredibly WRONG signals off.
I will start saving money for that now.
2 comments:
i didn't know people actually did that...
although i do admit, when i'm driving i look at girls all the time, rarely do i get a glance back. even if i do, i don't stop and ask if they need a life.
haha.
Incredible eh?
It's so dangerous too!
For girls who are reading this, if a stranger ever asks you in his car NEVER GET IN.
Stats show that you have only a 10% chance of coming out of that ride alive. Even if the guy points a gun at you, if you are in a crowded area, RUN IN THE OPPOSITE direction. It is unlikely he would shoot at you because it would draw attention to him, and if you do get shot, and he doesnt come and throw you in his car, an ambulance will take you to a hospital.
Must make an entry about this.
thanks Mitch.
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