damn the peepin toms!!!
these days, as i walk thru bus interchanges (esp!!) n train stns i realised tt there r more n more uncles who’d practically stare at me. read: my cleavage or my thighs. in a totally un-discreetly, outrightly disgusting peepin manner.
okay.. i admit tt i do wear skimpier-than-average clothes most of e time, but there’s one uncle today who was so unbelievable tt he stopped behind me n din stop starin until i turned ard n shot him wif a wat-e-fuck-r-u-lookin-at stare for more than 5 sec~!
there’re only a few possible reasons to this:
1. my bra is showing
2. my boobs r really huge n spilling
3. my legs r really long n slim
well, none of e above is true btw. so i presume e only logical reason is tt they’ve been deprived for too long. isn’t it sick? man.. i hate all e offendin stares i’ve been gettin. i jus wanna wear wat i like. i appreciate polite admiration, but definitely not any of those rude ogles frm those deprived uncles. oh pls, jus leave me alone.
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