Bangla bait; so much for short skirts.

Remember this post on 17/08/05?
" Guy from number 18 followed me home again.
Creepy fuck.
Guy from number 18 touched my thigh few months back.
Lecherous fuck.
He sat beside me on the bus AGAIN.
He was there.
At Yio Chu Kang interchange.
Waiting."

For some inane reason, my mum refused to fetch me back home from the MRT saying "not tired go home yourself lor." Mind you it was 9pm and quite dark. And I was wearing a short skirt. And I was alone. Keep in mind my mum knew all of this.

I had the best time of my life last last night staying over at Skye's house having a fine BBQ. It was a much-needed retreat from all the house visiting and school projects.

And when I came back, my mother screamed at me on why was I staying over at a guy's house (a friend she didn't know). ALSO keep in mind that I informed her 3 days earlier that I was staying over. She just forgot and she's salvaging up every excuse for me NOT to stay over in the future.

And YET today, she REFUSED to send me back unless I was tired. That's not the point though. After the number 18 incident, she VOWED to send me back from the MRT every night. It was clear then that she wanted to send me back to protect my chastity. That's fine. I respect a mother who cares for her daughter's safety. And then after each passing day, it's obvious that she's tired of sending me back. Today, of all days, she decided not to send me back.

My point is, it's weird that she'd rather I sit next to banglas, or a bus which number 18 always sits on (with history of molest), than trust me to have a harmless sleepover with male poly friends.

(A bangla DID sit next to me on bus 70 when there were many other empty seats around)
(PLUS number 18 on board as well)
(PLUS I was wearing a skirt)
(PLUS Nel's fate chose this day NOT to accompany me back)

I say SUAY AH !!!!!!!!!!!!!