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Monday, October 20, 2008

Perverted Bangladesh.

i was heading home on a train yesterday night when a Bangladesh (or was it? oh well. ) whipped out his flip phone and started taking pictures just as the train was about to reach back to Tampines. i was pretty much assuming he was taking me. Because i checked out my surroundings soon after. I was seated at the corner seat with several old uncles beside me. and those standing guys outnumber the girls. Besides, the ones that are nearest in the direction he was facing his lousy phone at was all guys. There was definitely no amazingly pretty babe who was having an upskirt or something. And the camera was facing my direction. That pretty summarizes that he was taking me or he was a sicko who decides to take pictures of the two gorgeous uncles sitting next to me. Hur.

The dumb thing was that, he tried to hide the fact he was taking photos. But as you soon realize, People DO NOT hold the phone right up in the face to use to type msg etc. It was bloody obvious to me when he held the phone in a not natural manner. Can't help noticing as he was sitting directly opposite.

The best thing was, he held it high enough for me to notice that he was using the camera function and taking several pictures all in my line of sight in the window reflection.
Sheer genius. =X

I thus decided i need to tell on this fellow. And so i did. And i think i spoke incoherently to the control station lady as i pretty much summarized what i saw. Well i guess, i nv caught anyone trying to take, no, took pictures of me. Like hello? I don't look that pretty. Neither do i have a drop dead gorgeous figure. Why me?
Damn, i wished i caught the next train instead.

i always tend to notice this little things people try to hide. Like there was once i remember seeing a guy on the bus who tried to touch the butt of a passing babe. and many more.

And she asked me, what action do you want us to take?
" look. i don't know. i just thought it was pretty weird and decided to inform. He was trying to hide but yet was obvious to me cos i saw it in the reflection. "

Or perhaps .. ..

I've gone cranky. =X


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