Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I began to think that aunties love to stare at me. Either they hate me or they love me.

One scanned me from head to toe and stared at my cute green loafers when I'm traveling in MRT. I wore a white t-shirt with harem pants and my green loafers from online. And I stood at the glass panel near the door. An auntie who was sitting right beside the panel, scanned me from head to toe! I saw it from the corner of my eyes and she stopped at my shoes.

auntie, I know you love my shoes.
And auntie, I will love you if you love my shoes. :)

Another one stared at me today in a supermarket because I was blocking her way. My back was facing her and HOW THE HELL will I know. And when my friend told me, I looked around and she gave me a rude stare.

auntie, I know you hate me. But there are two words, 'Excuse Me', which if you can, kindly and politely, voice out with your sweet voice. And people will love to give way to you.
Electrifying stare don't work because my back don't have eyes.
And it can't grow eyes.

Other than that, any kind stares (I EMPHASIZE KIND PLS) or curiosity on my cute green loafers are welcome.
I know it's lovely and I'm proud of it. :)