toilets...and conversations

conversations with...

(while walking back to the officer, this certain person stops the proper conversation with a random comment)
r: yada yada...
k: ayy.... you know......
r: ...?
k: you know that we're very special.
r: ..... is that comment meant to be some sort of a consolation to us right now??

(this particular day, i was waitin for a cab. i so happened to wear somethign flowery. i flagged for a cab and this cabsi stopped)
chee kor peh taxi driver: (in chinese) going geylang ah?
renee: erm.........no, telok kurau.
(along telok kurau road, he asks another question)
t: lorong what?
r: lor k, uncle
t: harrr? tay?
r: no...k...
t: HARR?? J?!?

SNIFFLESSSSSS...i don't look like...someone who sells my body in geylang. i was just wearing something pretty. pretty does not equate to sluttyyyyy ..snifflesss..nooooooooo ...stupid chee kor peh (CKP)!!! *growl* i had to meet 2 CKPs in 2 days. sigh..one, was the taxi driver; the other, the old malay man living along lor k. bleah. he goes around preying for young innocent cute little girls like me. even though i'm in proper office-wear, he'd never fail to leer at you from head to toe and ask the usual "going swimming ah?" ULLGHHH!!! i tend to pretend not to know him now.

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toilets...

i always go to the same toilet to do whatever business. it's some sort of a habit. maybe it boils down to familiarity. it doesn't only happen in where i'm working right now. i did that in monash too (ahhh memories). even though i kept reading the same old lesbian-related, political, sex-related and/or uni-related posts in melbourne, i was still amused and drawn to them. i'm even impressed at some of the msgs written. i wonder what they have in the male toilets....

speaking of toilets, doesn't it make your blood boil whenever you go into the toilet and find the toilet seat wet with urine splattered all over. I mean i'm assuming it's urine! It can't possibly be orange juice or someone's leftover coke (coke?? how did i even think of that? if the person's urine's coke's colour, she/he would have to be sent to the doc's immediately!!). No one would be THAT bored to trickle down some of their drink onto seat. WHAT MOTIVE WOULD THEY HAVE???? bahhh my point is, it's irritating it have to wipe off the consequence(s) of the previous user's negligence to aim properly (for guys) or sit properly (for girls). i'm not even talking about guys because their dickss are not worth mentioning. what i can't stand are girls who, as kinky as it may sound, open/spread their legs wide lift their butts and try to aim into the toilet bowl. firstly you don't have a dick and you can't aim. secondly, isn't it pretty darn uncomfortable to do so? worse, i can't stand girls/guys who stand on the toilet seats to pee.

so what/who we have here are...
1) men who have a device to aim but can't aim properly
2) women who do not have the proper device but are stubborn enough to try to aim.

sigh...

and what's with the inconsistency of the toilet paper in my office?? it can be soft and easy on the butt hole for an hour, and the next, it's as rough as...I DON"T NOEEE...it just feels wrong. bahh...stupid toilet paper.

(OKaYYYYyyyy this has nothing to do with the toilet. or well to a certain extent, depending how you look at it) i was queueing to try clothes today and suddenly i heard a loud FARRTTT that was let off in one of the changing rooms. i was praying hard that i didn't have to go into the cubicle (where the potent gas was released) but luck would have it, the lady from THAT particular cubicle opened the door. clearly she looked embarrassed, and CLEARLY i looked uncomfortable. i shot a look at the people behind me - some gave me looks of encouragement, others gave me a look of empathy/sympathy. =((( i braced myself and even told myself that loud farts equate to very little damage to the environment. when i went in, i was completely overwhelmed by the smell. i did think it woudl be rude to rush out of the cubicle, gasping in packets of air so...i stayed in the cubicle.

=( moral of the story - i have no moral for the story. i'm a losaaaaa..... who had to breathe in the remains of what seemed like... I DUNNOOOOO i don't wanna knowwwwwwwwww

sniffles...