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the scent of a lady and the bulge of an adam's apple
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had no class today so i decided to work on "finding myself" and taking a breather from madcap days of hanging out with random friends.
headed down to a secret spot at East coast where the view was spectacular and best of all , no disturbances from the outside world except for the occasional tourist or silvered-hair retiree on rattling bicycles.
armed with a light-hearted chick- lit ( Robyn Sisman's Weekend in Paris . Quite a good read although the plot and characters were cliched and the ending was definitely anti-climax and stupid ) , a bottle of Perrier and a huge packet of Lay's , i found a stragetically-placed stone bench right in front of the shoreline and shaded by towering pine-like trees and plonked myself down.
to cut a long story short , i spent my whole afternoon engrossed in my book and grinning widely to myself every 5 minutes as i felt really blissful just looking at my part of the beach where the water was amazingly blue unlike the mucky brown in the more populated parts of east coast.
by the way , i think i have an affinity with transvesites ( or trannies ) .
today alone i had no less than 3 encounters with them , and they all look uncannily similar to each other with long brown rebonded hair , manly shoulders , a statuesque height and really bad dress skanky sense that'll put Anna Nicole Smith to shame . And really thick make-up.
don't get me wrong , i have nothing against them but i can't help but cower away from them because they give out really bad vibes against real women . try standing in front of them if you're a girl , and they'll give you The Eye and other non-verbal cues that scream "FUCK OFF AND QUIT STEALING MY LIMELIGHT !"
oh and they'll be all big movements and wide i-am-so-popular-everyone-knows-me smiles on the podium of Zouk where they'll be trying to hook caucasian men with their not-so-feminine wiles.
no kidding.
anyway as i was saying.
first encounter : en route to east coast on a bus , and this group of really tall sun-kissed ladies boarded . they started laughing. SHIT ! their chuckles sounded like a really bad recorded Santa Claus' infamous 'Ho ho ho' .
second encounter : a group of trannies and an equally sissy guy settled down quite comfortably at a stone bench about 30 steps from where i was seated , but thankfully i was about to leave if not i'd be really irritated with their inane chatter in their very nasal and growl-like thai.
last encounter : having dinner with S at bedok interchange and this bunch of trannies had to SHARE TABLE with us. i felt like i was being ostracised by them and they did nothing to acknowledge my existence , instead preferring to coo " hey handsome , do you have tissue ?" to a flushed S when i have a big conspicuous fat packet of tissue next to my drink .
S was visibly traumatised because he was itching to leave to bad that he left half of his ice kachang untouched , this coming from someone who never fails to scrape his plate clean.
You can imagine the amount of profanities leaving his lips the moment we left. LOL . aww , you poor little shit.
okay , this is a boring post because i'm really tired right now . i'll probably rewrite this entry tomorrow. till then folks.
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listening to : REM - Losing my religion
