The weekend that has no name

Ahhh. I know, most weekends don’t have names, but I always have an adjective name for them.

My Saturday was a horrific experience. It started like this. After blogging, I said I was heading out. I was thinking of going to midvalley for my most-anticipated handbag shopping. Some of you guys would know there’s this park I have to pass through to get to the LRT station, and back when I’m heading home.

Some people ask isn’t it dangerous walking alone in that park, then my answer would be ‘the more you fear danger, the more it finds you.’ I know. Such a believing and naïve girl. But when you’ve got nothing else to hold on to, all you have is hope.

After walking around 3 minutes into the park, I saw a bunch of boys from afar. They were only kids or pre-teens. Nothing to worry about right? Wrong. There was about 15 of them. Fifteen. I immediately knew things weren’t gonna be that ok. So I tried avoiding and ignoring them. But the second I made my way to pass through them (it’s the only way I could go, and they knew it so they swarmed and blocked the area) they sort of threw themselves at me (not physically, but almost) and came after me from left, right, back and front talking loudly but I could only understand the question ‘boleh bagi nombor handphone?’ from all over. From the corner of my right eye I could see a phone being shoved in my direction, and on my left, there was a herd of boys following me. For a split second, I felt what it is to be a celebrity and swarmed by fans. It was really freaky. Yes, they were Malay kids. I got pretty annoyed and said ‘jangan kacau boleh tak?’ then one of them said ‘tak boleh’ and they were just following me and hurling all kinds of words at me. It got worse. One of them said ‘saya tarik anting kamu sampai telinga tercabut’ and another ‘saya kasih bogel kamu di sini’.

I was really really scared, but I gathered all my wits and acted brave, and tried to ignore them and kept my anger inside. Coz I know if I decided to hit the boy nearest to me, I’d be outnumbered and worse things would happen to me. I wanted to scream and hit all of them, but I couldn’t. I was humiliated at the way they were stalking me from behind, and all their threats they shouted at me from behind, and the stones they started throwing at me. But I was mad too. There was no one around and I couldn’t do anything, but hope they won’t touch me. And thank goodness, they didn’t touch me or rob me. As I got nearer to the LRT station, a group of four girls passed me and they stared at me, maybe because the look on my face. And yes, when I turned around, the boys started attacking them too. They shouted at the girls, and threw stones at them. One girl turned around at them to scold them maybe, but it was obvious they could do nothing about it.

I tried to forget the incident, and decided to think of my shopping. Well, I had success in buying stuff that I wanted, but as I checked my bags in the bus, I realized, but too late, that one of my bags was not there. It was a smaller bag, and I had bought a belt from Bonita. And yes, in case you wondered or guessed, I dropped it somewhere. That belt cost me RM 29 and I felt like such a doofus and was so mad at myself, and at my day, and everything in general. I even got mad at my boyfriend when he called me on the ride home, and I think he wanted to buy it back for me and was trying to ask me what shop is it and if I could find the belt image on the internet and send it to him, but I said without caring ‘if you want to buy it for me, KK doesn’t have it.’

And yes, my nightmares were rewarded when I reached the park from the LRT station, to find that the boys were still there. Where did they come from? Its like, their squatter homes just got burned down and they were squatting at the park! But lucky for me, there were people jogging in the park, so they couldn’t corner me again. However, they DID recognize me and I heard them saying ‘eh perempuan tu dari tadi’ and they started calling out in that high pitched rude way guys like using nowadays. The uncle in front actually turned in that direction, and looked away again, while I tried walking close behind to him and ignoring them. Then one of them came running over and followed beside me, and I was filled with so much hatred, I ran ahead to the front of that uncle so they wouldn’t dare follow me, and the other guys in the gang said ‘they lari oh’. 


Whose kids are these? And how come they are raised in such a way as to harass others, especially girls, in a public place? Didn’t anyone teach them to mind their own business? Or do they think this is for kicks, calling out to girls, and intruding into my private space? Is this how guys are in Malaysia, sore losers who show no respect for women or for that matter, women of other races? I’m so sick of all these antics. I’d so like to cut of all their dicks so they wouldn’t think they have the phallus, and therefore, the ego. Seriously, kids like that are not supposed to be running wild and doing as they like.

And when I got home, I was late for dinner. Miserable.

Sometimes, i wished i had more going on for me. I wished i didn't have to walk alone everywhere i go, and endure these sort of treatment. I wish i had someone with me, a car to be safe in, and so much more. After all, its a need to feel protected. 

Sunday

I was much better. I went to church alone, and in case you’re wondering, I don't mind being alone coz it brings me peace and tranquility. Well I was worried those kids would still be lurking around, but thank God, they weren’t there.

I managed to do some shopping, including re-buying that belt again. –RM 29 again. Sigh. Who knew it would cost so much just for that belt, but really, its worth it. I love the belt. 

My RM 29+RM 29 belt. I really like it coz it clinches mt waist, has those gold studs, and somehow a little cowgirl-ish.

Saturday, although I had a great shopping bargain, the two incidents still bothered me that I wasn’t happy with the stuff I bought. But still, will show you guys my loot.

My new Jacques LaFleur handbag. Original price: RM 199.90. After 70%: RM 59.70! From Metrojaya. This is sturdy and lasting. No complaints!

Brown leather sling bag. RM 39.90. Doubt its real leather though but quality is good is all that matters.

Are you a Macho man? Or a wannabe? All is revealed when they bring out the car, the Bunny models, and perfume brand- Playboy. Launch of perfume 'Pour Homme' (for men) in Midvalley.

 

And front view, for the benefit of the car. Love it.

I had my haircut on Sunday too. RM 15 in that x-cut barber that does the job within 15 minutes. Fast, straight to the point, fuss free. Yeah, just like a Quickie. The result: I utterly miss my long hair. Although its only an inch shorter, it makes a lot of difference. Anyway, in a month’s time, its gonna be the original length again. It just needed a trim. Girl cutting my hair didn’t do such a good job. My hair has lost a lot of its layers now. Sigh. And she asked me (as do many other hairstylists so) ‘why don’t you straighten your hair?’ ‘If you perm it, it’ll look nice!’ and I’m like,,, *sheepish smile* ‘ah no… maybe next time, not now.’ Thing is, I like natural hair, coz I can self style it the way I want according to mood. And most of the time, my mood is neutral, so what better way than to have my hair ‘au naturale’? But most people don’t seem to fit the word ‘natural’ in their dictionaries nowadays. I can’t wait to touch it up when I get back to KK, as in adding more layers in. And I know just the barber who does a good job.

Happy List of the week:

1.       Not plagued with too many assignments, maybe?

2.       Should catch a movie myself this weekend. And maybe use the Popeye’s meal coupons. Yeah, waste of money.

3.       So far, boyfriend and I not gotten into the week arguing. Let’s hope it stays that way for the rest of the week.

4.       Advertising workshop tomorrow? I’m not expecting much, but I hope to be surprised.

5.       I’m still dreaming, I’m still hoping.

6.       Finally got myself a new best friend. Introducing!:

This should be A girl's Best Friend, while Diamonds should be A Girl's  Love Affair.