I think I've only seen 1 pervert my entire life.
Which is normal, I guess. To some extent.
WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING IT IS ONE OF THE CREEPIEST AND MOST DISGUSTING THINGS I HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED.
I met him back when I still took 3rd Language. Found out that he was so famous (can't blame him for that, paedophiles are such a great conversation topic - omg he stalked you too?!) that he had a nickname - Bishan Gay.
Anyway the first time I met him was at Kentucky Fried Chicken (who would have guessed). I was eating unsuspectingly until I noticed him staring at me. Then I thought, no, don't get all paranoid. So I continued eating.
But he kept staring. And staring. And STARING.
It was seriously spooking me out. Like he had these old glasses and he was adjusting them and stuff and he had this DISGUSTING smile. But really what disturbed me the most was that he was stirring his coffee. Like there was no tomorrow.
There is something creepy about a middle-aged man stirring his coffee. I don't know who invented it, don't know who popularised it. All I know that it is pretty darn wrong. Like he couldn't wait to dunk me in his coffee and swirl me round and round in a whirlpool and gulp me down while slurping noisily.
YUCKYUCKYUCKYUCKYUCKYUCKYUCKYUCKYUCK.
I shall now recount my most memorable meeting (note: alliteration) with the Bishan Gay (there were too many), in hope of getting some closure.
I was on my happy way to attend happy 3rd Language class. I boarded the bus happily, as usual. I looked out of the happy bus window happily. Lush greenery and crisp (I hope I'm using the right word) architecture greeted me happily. It was a happy day.
WHAT.
THE.
HELL.
The bus had just stopped at a bus stop (this sentence sounds stupid for some reason). Right outside my bus window was the BISHAN GAY. Like omg yuckfuckyuckfuckyuck. It was so ridiculous I couldn't believe it. What were the chances? And it was unbelieveably disgusting. Bishan Gay was standing right outside the window. As in his face was 1 CENTIMETRE AWAY from the glass. And only I could see it. Only I knew of the horrors that lurked outside the bus. It was like I had signed up for 10 seconds of personal torture.
It was so horrible. And yet I was stuck. Stuck in that chair. Stuck in that bloody timeframe. I immediately turned my head forward, so that I wouldn't have to look at him FACE-TO-FACE.
I tried to look calm and composed. I had to. I couldn't let him have the satisfaction of knowing he got to me. But inside, inside I was screaming.
SCREW YOU BUS DRIVER DRIVE AWAY! AHHHHHHH!!!!!! MOVE! MOVE! AHHHHHH WHY WON'T THIS BUS MOVE? IS HE STILL LOOKING AT ME?!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH BITCH YOU PERVERT GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!! MOVE! MOVE!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
And now I feel I must apologise for my eccentric behaviour. The childhood I've had is a truely tomented one.
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However I am not someone who looks at things from a SINGLE perspective. After much contemplation and suicide attempts, I have came up with this conclusion.
Who am I to judge him? Did he ask to be born wth an unhealthy obsession with male adolescents? Should I reject him just because he is different from the norm? In fact, is he a pervert at all? From what I've heard he used to be a teacher at Raffles. I speculate that he might be an outstanding researcher, wanting to do his bit for society. Maybe this was all part of his social experiment (Tyra's not the only one you know.) In order to understand how modern society perceives paedophiles, he became one himself. So that he could personally experience what it was like to be a pervert. Thereby TRUELY getting into the psyche/conventions of modern society. (God this could be a HRP topic)
It doesn't matter if he is shunned or ostracised. Status is superficial. Because at the end of the day only he knows the truth behind everything. What society deems as acceptable or otherwise, what is inner beauty and real art and yadda yadda yadda. (And you thought he was your average paedophile. HA.)
And that's what counts.
Right?
RIGHT??!!!
signed, jiasheng
19th Sept
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