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Everyone calls me Melissa cause thats my name.
I like to dance and eat and drool and ogle at hot bods and shop for pretty clothes and kick butts.
I think you'll like me if you get to know me.

[ 6:27 PM ]

flashback: Saturday, 29/3
Had CIP today.
met up with Sheryl, Stephenie, Vernon and Ken to go to Toa Payoh Hub together.
we had to facilitate the 10,000 steps game challenge.
so Steph and I paired up. ( lucky her rightttt.)
we had to station ourselves at BLK 179. (suay)
we were right beside the rubbish chute. ( super suay)
we could hear toilet water running down the yellowish pipes. (uber suay.)
we were sexually harassed by a old indian man. ( omg-ly suay)
in the beginning, he approached us to ask about the game, so we answered him politely.
but...
he began to ask weird questions.
he asked how old we were. ( typical pervertic question in dramas.)
thn he told us he didnt know his own hp number ( definitely mad.) and wanted either of our numbers so that he could call our hp and his number would register.
like oh my holly.
we didnt relent.
" oh, our handphone batteries have gone flat"
"aiyo, dont like that lah. cannot be, cannot be."
i felt like telling him " KNN, dont believe that screw off lah, old duck".
steph and i started to feel uncomfortable.
so we decided to call Karen /PersonInCharge for help.
we were totally freaking out.
we continued "entertaining" his questions until he said he had to go off.
we were like " hurray, go, go ,go!"
steph then called Karen to say the pervert has gone off when suddenly, he returned.
and he called me "Baby."
Holy Crow.
you have no idea how gross it sounded.
he started to offer to buy us drinks and food.
we were like "no, cannot...."
thn he was like" why you all like that. some intelligent girls i ask them, they say oh okay!"
oh boohoo.
he was trying to say we were dumb by not accepting his offer.
and they were intelligent to accept his most probably spiked food so that he could f*** them.
wahaha.
i volunteer to be a retard then.
okay, so the "spiking their food" trick didnt work.
he started sweet-talking.
but it was like disgusting, really.
he said we looked cute and charming.
omg.
when it comes from his mouth, i feel so insulted.
i rather he said i looked like medusa.
blah blah blah, the sweet-talking method failed.
so he resorted to money.
he said he owned a band, has his own instruments.
i felt like telling him " i specialise in male castration."
but i didnt.
too freaked out.
so he said he could pay us $3000 to $4000 to sing for his band.
interpretation: teenage whores.
omg.
*peeing in my skirt*
fortunately, he decided to go off. (prayers answered.)
Amen.
& a SHF staff came along.
Steph and i were traumatized.
Very.

The big talks about fighting perverts are all untrue.
Seriously.
You would be too freaked out to do that.
So, those tall tales of brave, pervert-fighting girls, are probably blow-cow stories.