I HATE MEN... (I'm not a lesbian...)

7/1/09

Today is officially my 'I-Hate-Males' Day.

The ever dodgy and obviously pervy Indon construction workers, whom I have always despised (and who have always been my benchmark for exemplifying my psychotic state-of-mind), are currently doing some renovation in the house I'm living now.

So they are practically just a few inches away from me, at least for the next few days, from 8 am- 8 pm.

I slept at 2 ++ am last night. So I was expecting to wake up no early than 10 am. Yes, I need my 8-hour beauty sleep (though the eye-bags and zits never seem to go away...). But at 830 this morning, I just could not sleep anymore. This house is a no-guy house, so when the first thing I heard this morning was LOUD husky male voices, chatting and fooling around, I just could not continue my journey in the slumberland anymore.

At first, I tried to ignore. After all, i'm well known among my Degree mates to be a heavy sleeper. May it be thunderous thunderstorms, phone ringing, the sound of hairdryer, people chit chatting loudly, ...... I could just sleep through all those situations. Bom jatuh pun xtentu bangun.
In fact, there was once when we IPBA housemates went for a trip in Langkawi and rented a cheap chalet.. on one of the nights, a rat was crawling just on top of our heads while sleeping. SO I WAS TOLD..., since I was happily asleep at that time, not knowing at all that my fellow friends were working their ass off, jumping and whatnot on the bed to chase that rat away. Seriously, I was not awaken at all... it was not even in my dream!

and of course another popular example was during the earthquake in Wellington, autumn 2005. a large-scale earthquake hit Wellington at about 3 am in the morning. But at least this time around, I felt like it was a dream. EVERYthing was shaking badly. I felt as if I was in that shaker that baristas usually use to make all sorts of fancy un-pronouncable cocktails and mocktails. I remembered just waking up... staring at my roomate's face, who was just as confused... and I just said "Syuhada...gegaq....". Despite the vibrations, and people yelling "are you alright??" to one another and sounds of footsteps of frightened teenagers outside my paper-thin door, I went back to sleep, soundly... thinking that it was all a dream.

ok enough of proving that I am a VERY heavy sleeper... This morning I realised that there are two things that could wake me up:

1. The voice of my landlord scolding people on the phone or scolding the two poor Myanmar girls who still don't even know one English word.

2. The voices of pervs walking outside the room saying "auntie2, ada pompuan tak dalam this house..cantik tak??" or "ehhh ular2 ni msuk rumah lak..kang msuk dalam bilik2 ni pulak!"

So I bathed this afternoon in absolute fear that they might peep me somehow.... and me being all imaginative of course would already visualise the dramatic moments when they tried to grab my towel (and whatnot..) and their satisfied horny looks when they got to see me at least half naked (although I have nothing much to offer..huhu). So I went out of the house to class extra early (coz i cudn't bear the noises and their audible perv talks) with this freakinly fake stern face that said "don't u dare whistle or say anything to me, or look at my butt etc2.." I think it worked.

My class was at 6 pm but I went out at 2 pm. not knowing what to do, I had lunch alone at Medan Selera Bangsar. After eating and buying some stuff at Czip Lee, I didn't know where else to go in Bangsar Baru anymore. Bangsar is getting pretty boring to me huh... *sigh*... But it was just 3 pm.. so I decided to check the air pressure of my car tyres at the petrol station. I forgot to do so the last time I fuelled up my car last week.

As I was checking the second tyre... there's this one big Pajero-like vehicle parked beside my car. A middle-aged man, around 40s or 50s came out of it and suddenly said to me.. "eh adik, keta tayar kecik mana boleh bubuh 200/ 29 nih.." I was like so blur..and with my nil automotive knowledge I was like "yeke?? tapi tulis kat Viva ni 200 (29)"... He was like trying to help me... adjusting the meter and all..but the meter could not be adjusted. So off he went to eat cendol (i suppose that was the main reason why he parked there). And I asked the Petronas boy to help me figure out what to do with the meter since the meter was then 250 or sth (yes, the man actually worsened the situation).

Since it could not be adjusted back to 200 or less, I needed to check the air pressure at another meter within that petrol station. So I was like, ok fine.. (dlm hati cm menyumpah2.. aaargh xyah tolg aku pun xpe... 200 tadi tu dh ok dh...), got into the car and started the engine to drive to the other meter spot. Suddenly, before I reversed, the middle-aged man popped up and knocked on my side mirror... I simply opened the window and he immediately handed me his business card .. while saying "ni no saya...nanti call saya yer..." with this VERY gatal look which I interpreted as "call me so that we can arrange when and where we can have sex and do some other hanky panky stuff." maybe i'm exaggerating, I'm not so sure..

I simply took the card and fakely said "hrrmm..haaa..yer2..." although what I meant was " NOOO WAYYY... what do you think I am..? like my VJJ can be bought cheaply by such a seemingly impressive business card?? u are almost bald and u obviously look like u are married with 5 full-grown kids... go away from me!!!!!" and closed the window quickly...

If he was a 20 sth guy who looked single and doing so, maybe I would not feel as bad. Who knows memang dia btul2 nk berkenalan ke apa..and that was just his lame way of courting *buek*. I still think it's un-gentleman to do so though.. But obviously he's married and OLD... !! The only good thing he owned was the car... with which perhaps the only thing he thought he could use to make girls tempted to BE with him. Guys of that age don't find 'friends' randomly like that.. nor would they find prospective second wives that way... so that's my rationale for thinking that it was actually a sex offer. High-level of critical thinking huh??

That's why I was freakin furious actually.. serius rasa naik terus darah...nk muntah semua ada.. I just felt like speeding off from that station to UM immediately. but I tried to control my anger and geli-ness for the sake of my car air pressure. I would not want to drive on with unbalanced tyre pressures. yucks!!! super2 yucks!

Yes I was told that middle-aged men like to look at women's butts and of course I could not help tertonggeng2 sket nk isi angin..like normal people usually do.. but what choice did I have? I am practically alone in KL, and I have to do such things that I don't like by myself.. btw, I was fully clothed.. in fact today I think I was kinda decent wearing a long sleeve shirt. y la....

But he... he had a choice.. he could have just repressed his sexual fantasies and refrained himself from giving any sorts of cards and ideas to a random lady at a petrol station. He could have just let me think that he was a nice man who had no hidden agenda at all for trying to help the helpless me. He HAD a choice.. and he decided to make me think that he's a sex maniac.

Gosh, before this the only thing I'm afraid about petrol stations was being robbed while fueling up the car. Now, I have to add "pervert middle-aged men" to the list.

*sigh* I hate men... (not all of course). only those who cannot seem to treat ladies with respect without having any sexual agenda. Those who cannot seem to control their sexual desires and would rather tarnish their own reputation in 3 seconds.

I had one such experience too when I was 16... I remembered MidValley was very new at that time.. and me being this excited shopaholic teenager of course would do anything to go to MV...(such as walking from Abdullah Hukum station and panjat a high road divider of a very busy road just to get to MV). there... because of the full blast aircond perhaps, I had a terrible flu, and instead of shopping I needed to stay outside shops most of the time, sitting just on the chairs along the corridor.

While my school friends were shopping at "World of Cartoons" (boy... we were young...), I sat outside.. and there was this late 20s guy sitting there too, along with many other people. but I was like buat bodoh jerk.. tgh saket, heran ape.. after a while, he just asked me why I was not inside the shop in a very un-gatal manner. Then he just asked me where I'm from and such, and I just answered his seemingly innocent questions.. The conversation lasted for less than 5 minutes...then off he went to his obviously pregnant wife who was pushing the pram, and 2 other small kids. that's it.. 10 minutes later.. I was still there on the chair..and suddenly he came back running to me and handed me his mobile number on a piece of small white paper. I was seriously clueless looking at him.. he just said "tepon abang yer dik...".. and quicky he ran back to the opposite side where I could still see his wife. I didn't say or do a thing. I was speechless and rasa hina sgt2.

What the heck was he thinking??? Obviously he's married with kids and was expecting another one. I was not blind! And I was obviously just 16, a school girl!! I seriously could not read such men's minds. How do their brains work eh???

Tapi ..if they sanggup brave themselves to try out their luck in such a way...meaning..mesti ada yg successful.. tu sebab diorang sanggup cuba.. so in a way, gatal girls who melayan such guys are also to be blamed.

Urgh... I truly hate them....

I really hope my future husband won't be like that when he's suffering from his middle life crisis and owns big cars and whatnot... with me being an all wrinkly, flabby, and sagging wife, I hope he will still love me for who I am... instead of finding replacements or hanky panky fun-time by the roadsides.

I respect men who could control their desires, love their women for who they are, and cherish the memories they shared together, the sacrifices they made and the challenges they faced together since their first day of marriage. Such men are stronger, and sexier too...

So please men... respect women.

and only reveal that animal side of you in suitable situations, (if you know what I mean..).

please make me LOVE you..