Everybody knows that I hate aunties. No I don't mean old woman in general. I don't dislike nice old ladies at all, but in my vocab, 'aunties' refer to those KPO like hell, endlessly garrulous, and extremely rude old woman who cut queue to squeeze up the bus before u, and scold you just because u accidently bumbed into her even though it was inevitable and because she was sooooo deaf that she didn't hear u say "i'm sorry", that she followed you around to scold u; or someone who complains about everything and anything at a restaurant yet expects more of everything and a discount for everything, and basically someone whose perception of the world is attained through CHannel 8 TV shows. Not too far in the past, whenI agreed to accompany my parents on a trip to Desaru that is organized FM97.2(a radio station for aunties and old people), I thought it was like a torture camp. There were aunties and auntie behaviour swraming around me, as much as there mosquitos. They fought for food even though it was a buffet, cut queues at the immigration counter, and were flirting with bad taste with the tour guide who was this fat, oily guy ala a Jackie Wu wannabe. He called himself "Prince of the Fruit Farm" *gross, but the aunties obviously liked it. There was this aunties who even got me scolded because she was stealing rambutans and i happened to be in her general direction (and I have coincidentally bought a packet of rambutans, so I got scolded as well, It's like how suay la)
ANyhoos, I'm sure I had much more bad encounters with bad aunties to make them one of my pet peeves, but I can't exactly remember all of them now. Yea but now, I hate ah peks as well.
'Ah peks' in the same sense as the 'aunties', but just a masculine representation of them. Anyway, they are lecherous, they smell worse than aunties, and they are more bo liao. Chinatown has FUCKING ALOT of them, and they will stare at any girls who walked by who isn't already sagging. Yea I went to CHinatown this weekend, and my story starts there...
We were there to eat, then afterwhich we went to buy materials for my handicraft at the wholesalers in Chinatown. We were at Pearl Centre when there was this ah pek who was heading in our direction. It was quite a ulu part of Pearl Centre and as u know, they have alot of those shops with PRC 'ladies-in-waiting' there. The old man was looking around and was walking rather zig-zagedly, and so when he was near me, I sorta lean towards ZY so as to let him pass. Who'd have known that he walked right into me despite me giving him more space to move, and his arm (his tricep was in somesort of a cast) touched me. He didn't touch alot of me, mostly just my arm that collided with his, but he was like "Owww" and turned around to stare at me like I killed his entire family. I mean in the first place I was walking on my side of the lane, and he was walking on his, he had to come into my lane because he was looking at the massgae parlours, and despite me leaning to one side to give him space already, he had to move towards me to touch me. It's really damn bo liao and he had to cheek to give me the oww look. Anyway ZY said he probably did that just to attract attention. SICKENING freak.
There was this another old man, who had to bumb into me from my behind, and he dropped his thing( which were plastic cups ok) and stared at me for like damn long. And that was after me apologising to him. I don't know why did I do that, but I have a habit to apologising when I touch anyone even if it wasn't my fault. Next time I should just hollar at them. In the first place, I don't have eyes on my butt, so how would I know that the stoopid person is going to hit me. Siao.
I didn't even bother to help him pick up his plastic cups which by the way, were not broken.
Worse, they are prolly the ones who are fueling the PRC study mama flesh trade in SIngapore, and there is just an endless stream of ah tiongs coming in, thinking that Singapore market is very lucrative to put their mothers in.
Hate ah peks, hate aunties, hate ah peks, hate aunties...and ah tiongs.
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Speaking of Ah tiongs...That day I was sitting beside one (a complete stranger) in one of my non-arts class, . I have 2 non-arts modules this sem by the way. During the intermission break, she leaned over and asked me something.
Ah tiong: What did the teacher say about pt 3 & 4?
Me: (being kinda charitable and helpful that day, I held up my notes and pointed to a particular section that I wrote) Do you mean this??
Ah tiong: Your handwriting is unacceptable
Me: Uber...what??
Ah tiong: (repeats) Your handwriting is not acceptable
Me: (WTF...who the hell does she think she is to tell me my handwriting is unacceptable? Siao char bo... I think its okay what. my lecturer who marks my papers thinks it's okay what...Okay *Calms down* Maybe she is ah tiong, and ah tiong's ENglish not say very good, maybe she meant illegible. So I shall be nice and read it out to the PRC woman) *Me reading the contents of my note taking
Ah tiong: Wait wiat wait... The beginning is not the same as mine. Why u didn't copy exactly what the teacher said? It's not the same....You have the same one? I want point 3 and 4...
Me: Fine...this is all I have. I didn't copy word for word, and if you think its
not acceptable don't copy lor (feels like slapping her. She's so stupid. If she used her non-english speaking brain for a second, she'd have realized that it's the same thing. Just that I didn't copy whole sale. There's a reason why I caught it, she didn't. Alamak, she should go back to primary school... she is what at least in her 2nd semester in Uni, and she still dunno how to note take. Yea she should just go ESAD.)
Anyway after the lesson, she went to the teacher to borrow the slide in question to copy. Meanwhile, I finished 2 sandwichs(which is quite slowly).
