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read between the lines
eugh i can't believe i just got hit on by a malay taxi driver. the last time anyone's openly come on to me was like, back in 2000? i thought i was past that reign of attracting the wrong crowd already.he kept trying to solicit me for a date....eeeuuugggh. the most uncomfortable part of it was that he kept punctuating the end of every few sentences with the comment that i was very cantik (malay for 'beautiful'). i told him not to try to be funny but that only seemed to fuel his passion even more (in fact, he got so distracted he turned into the wrong street). for starters, this guy must be stark raving mad or visually and optically impaired. either that or he's gotten hypnotised like hal from shallow hal. maybe it's the new haircut, i don't know. his last words were an ominous "harap jumpa lagi?" (malay for hope we meet again?). i said nothing but i was thinking, i sure hope not! i am so not taking a cab from my housing estate ever again...or at least not for a few months. i figured it'd be cheaper to take the bus to my area and then get a cab back instead of taking the cab straight from town...and it just so happens this guy, in this taxi, happened to be the one i hailed. harrgh. |
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