Friday, September 30, 2005

DOM Beware...


Hey look, this is me. I'm in my gloomy room now, sharpening my little knives, about to go on the mission of the night.

Sources told me that a girl was taken advantage of in a crowded shopping mall. She was alone and helpless. She didn't have time to react. The lecher was smart, he didn't touch her. He simply took a picture from underneath her skirt, to satisfy his pathetic desire later in his rundown apartment. Ah... the evils of the camera phone. They should be abolished. But that's not what I'm going to do today.

Now, I'm going to hunt for the loser and slice him up, so he'll never feel the desire to mar the dignity of another innocent girl. Wait, I'll need a little disguise.

Cute huh. OK, I'm off. Out into the night to hunt for the crook. I have the most amazing gadget. It tells me where my target is. I see, he's at a deserted cinema now, alone in the back row. There are a few couples here and there watching the show. He has comfortably seated his paunchy self directly behind a pair of lovers who are hardly concentrating on the movie. Giggling, smooching, their hands and legs all tangled up. But this does not give any DOM the right to peep. All right, time to work.

Unknown to the man, I sit myself next to him in my adorable little outfit. In my best sultry voice, I bend over and purr into his ear, "Hey mister, what are you looking at?"

He sits up in alarm. I lie back into the seat and smile at him. Twirling a strand my hair with my fingers, I say, "You are very naughty..."

He gulps, then smiles awkwardly. He starts to say something when I bend towards him and whisper, "Let's show them we can do better." I nod towards the oblivious lovers in front.

Nervously, he fumbles with his belt while I watch him with ultimate disgust. I'm waiting for the right moment. Then, as suddenly as I appeared, I flashed out my knives and "Argh-!" The pathetic man lets out a bloodcurling scream.

I have done my job. I'm now back in my room, out of my disguise. Sharpening my knives once again, waiting to feed the next DOM the medicine he deserves.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Welcome!

A friend commented that my archives is rather scant. That's because I don't used to blog often. Moreover, I have deleted a number of posts that I thought were not suitable for public viewing. Hmm, actually there's no need to explain why I have so few articles right? Haha, let me get back to my main point.

Welcome welcome. I'm only starting to publicise A Prudent Bitch. If you happened to stumble upon my page, I say hihi. Drop a note. Let me know you came by. I will like to know who watches me :p

Stop Shaking Your Leg!

I finally identified The Man Who Shakes His Leg Like There's No Tomorrow. I would not have realised if I haven't talked today about leg shaking men with a friend, when he walked past.

2 semesters ago when I took the exam for DSC 2006 in HSS Auditorium, I was unpleasantly disturbed by The Man Who Shakes His Leg Like There's No Tomorrow. With one leg propped against another, he shakes his leg so violently that the whole row of connected seats started shaking simultaneously. Unfortunately, I was the one who sat next to him, receiving the full force of his inconsiderate actions. He shook his leg till his slipper came off. He shook his leg till his pencil dropped to the ground. I was extremely frustrated. I almost threw my pencil case at him. I could have complained to the invigilator but I kept my cool. At the end of the exam, I tried to glare at him to express my anoyance but to no avail.

The next day was the exam for FNA 2004. I should have expected it since the seats arranged according to alphabetical order, and that FNA 2004 was a compulsory module everyone had to take, including The Man Who Shakes His Leg Like There's No Tomorrow. Lo and behold, he was assigned to sit in front of me. The ritual started again. He shook his leg till his slipper came off. He shook his leg till his pencil dropped to the ground. I was extremely frustrated. I almost threw my pencil case at him. This time, I tried to hiss at him while trying to concentrate on my paper. Again, I did not complain to the invigilator.

My last paper was FNA 2002, also a compulsory module. No prizes for guessing it. I got a little help this time. A guy next to him was irritated too. He asked the invigilator to get him to stop shaking his leg. HAHA. That only stopped him for a while though. Argh. I hate him.

Anyway, he's now in my Consumer Behaviour class. I finally understand why I took a dislike to him when I first saw him in the class. Subconsciously, I remembered that he is The Man Who Shakes His Leg Like There's No Tomorrow.

Leg shaking makes you look either like a hooligan or a
DOM. Stop it!

//Edit (6 Oct 09): It has been brought to my attention that there are many responses to this post. To the readers who feel that I am an insensitive bitch for whining about somebody's unfortunate medical condition, this post was written 4 years ago when I was still a self absorbed chick who did not realise that leg shaking could be a form of compulsive disorder. Only when I observe my blog tracker over the past few years and see that many people stumbled onto this page while searching for treatments on such a condition that I realised this may be a serious issue which some people are facing. For my ignorance, I apologise. My objective of writing in my blog really is to entertain (and at times brag about myself) the readers and I feel that this post is one of my proudest piece of writing for the blog. I hope the readers will take my ramblings with a pinch of salt and not get too emotional over it. By the way, I secretly believe that the guy mentioned in the post was not in need of medical help. He just lacked a form of self control at the expense of others.//

Monday, September 12, 2005

The End of the World

12/11

12/11

9/11
The watch stopped.

It's not the end of the world, I know. But it sure feels like it.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Narcist...

I haven't looked so pretty in a long time!
































































It's a lovely, lovely day. Haha.