Bimbotic Wannabes
(post written from my mobile blogging module, hence the lack of capitalisation and probably loads of spelling errors =x)
i happened to chance by this group of 6 girls on the mrt get on from a stop near the one i got on. no, i don’t know them – nor do i wish to..wait, give me a chance to describe their appearence first, lah!
well, they looked around sec 2 or 3, gigglish, and blurred, and not yet discovering the miracles of contact lenses – that’s normal. but covered in cheaply designed (pasar malam?) clothes which bore loads of skin on themselves? i would say that’s quite common nowadays.
my only complaint is that they look like out of the 7th month skit which was playing outside the nearby chinese temple; real heavy eye shadow, excessive red cheeks, and auntie-red lipstick only makes things errr, more.. undesirable. for a few moments i thought pandas escaped =x
yes, yes – i know, its not a crime for them to be vain, but to do it at such a age, whereby looks aren’t even developed yet, nor not having understood the naughty what’s-what, only succeeds at scribbling "bimbo ah lian" all over them, and yes, the more i look at them, the more i feel they’re wannabes…
maybe as someone (whose mindset) is approaching the late 20′s, i’m considered conservative by that remark… but seriously, no, i’m anything but that hor – my friends know my kinkiness! =x
oh, wow. they just approached a guy. who looks like another wannabe beng. *sighs* there goes the generation after mine – gold hair, cheap clothes, tasteless come-on’s, and premature sexy wannabes. riiight. okay. back to my sleep in the mrt train..
la la la la~ i’m turkwa!
Edit @ 7.56pm: Oh, I bumped into them at least 3 times while walking with ZX and SOP in Far East Plaza, and of course, I told them about my disgust. Amazingly – they agreed with me.
Oh, and Singapore Dreaming‘s a *REALLY* good show – though the part where "Pa" tries to ask "Ma" for sex was abit… Distasteful. No, actually, VERY distasteful. It probably revoles around simple common everyday situations Singaporeans get stuck in, complete with nagging of parents, and the reality of money. Even Toto winnings and club memberships (as in, country clubs – not the other kind which I, er, stopped going for a while.)
I am going to poke Bak Chor and Spicy Mee for forgetting to document on digital film our first Tur Kwa IG outing! Pfffft.