sixteen just held such better days. says:
how he gesek sak
sixteen just held such better days. says:
yucks
sixteen just held such better days. says:
busok tak?
sixteen just held such better days. says:
bangla slalu busok
º•fitot•º. . says:
busok
sixteen just held such better days. says:
sigh
sixteen just held such better days. says:
it's times like these when u wish u had someone to protect u
º•fitot•º. . says:
yup
º•fitot•º. . says:
i know..

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I WISH SG BANISHES ALL BANGLAS IN ANOTHER ISLAND AND ONLY LETS THEM BACK IN HERE IF THERES WORK THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE. AND PLS PLS I HOPE THEY BAN THEM FROM TAKING PUBLIC TRANSPORTS OR JUST BEING ANYWHERE NEAR THE PUBLIC LAH!!!!

tonight as i was in the mrt back from town, i noticed the alarming large number of banglas around. must be cny holidays, i thought. so like always, i don't know why, i always get a bangla to sit beside me whenever the seat has just been emptied. i cringed in disgust. first, banglaman 'accidentally' knocked his butt into me when the mrt jerked as he got up to look at the station sign. i pretended it didnt affect me. " sorry2 " he kept on saying. throughout the first few stops which seemed like a thousand stops, i realised how closely he began leaning against me. as his filthy shirt rubbed against my arm ( which hasnt been washed for a few days, i reckon, judging from the stink it emitted ), through the reflections, i watched his body moved towards mine, leaving the little girl on his left with so much space. so as usual, i find myself getting brain dead whenever i turn really scared and nervous. like my whole body suddenly froze when through that very reflection, i saw banglaman turned to his left, staring at me. fuck. that was it, i knew i had to alight at the next stop to take another train.

alighting at eunos, thinking i had finally escaped from what could have been a molest, i turned to discover that banglaman was right behind me! shit!! i didn't know what to do. my mind went blank. i pretended to take out my phone to call someone but banglaman was still there, watching me from a distance. he then walked up towards me and gazed at me from head-to-toe, leaving me to feel totally naked. i froze. i thought he was about to touch me and run off or something. eunos mrt was very quiet. i knew i had to approach someone. this psyco banglaman was practically following my every move.

right there, before a couple could walk down the escalator, i quickly went up to them and said " hmm. can you please wait with me untill the next train comes? " my voice shook and i thought i was going to cry. but the girl was really sweet. the boyfriend even tried to look for banglaman, who probably fled right after he saw them. then the girl told me she had a bangla followed her home five times and one even ran after her right up to a block.

when the next train finally came, i made sure the cabin i was going into had no banglas. but fuck la, holidays..every cabin got bangla! but things wasn't so bad when i bumped into an ex-schoolmate. for the first time, i was so happy to see faiz. i wished we had taken the same train previously and he had bashed banglaman up for me. faiz is really fierce ok, he has one huge ass tattoo on his arm already. hahahhaa. faiz ciner betol sak ni! i told him about banglaman so he alighted with me and accompanied me all the way to the bustop. i really wished to see him break a bangla's face you know. i was so fucken pissed.

i usually have no qualms walking home on my own. i wasnt afraid of dark carparks, quiet void decks and corridors. i have never made anep sent me to my block. but tonight, i didnt stop looking back to check if there's any banglas following me home. the neighbourhood was exceptionally quiet, i have no fuckin idea why. i even tried calling sha or zul to see if they can come down and walk me home. but i realised both were not in tampines. well, even if they are, they're never at home. sighs.

i've had a bangla rubbed his dick against my arm while on the bus, so i'm a little paranoid! brr. serrrram.