She Who Hates a Type Like Me..

This post I'm going to write about someone who is not so pleasant that I know. A person who keep defending herself saying she's so good this and that but when you know more, she is just a big hypocrite. I'm sorry if there are things I wrote here that is not so good or a little harsh about her. I will named her Doris. This is how it's all begin... I met Doris several months ago. Somewhere towards the end of last year. It happened in an eatery. I walked in to get some pastry in a local café and she was there laughing fairly loud (having a good time) with someone who know me, Tania. The two of them were talking quite loud and there were lots of laughter. Who won't notice because they sat right at the corner of the entrance. I walked pass by not bother to check on them. Anyway, it's feel good to see people having their great time. As I stood in front of the cake shelf, "Cassie, hello!! You're alone?" I turned my head towards that voice. It was Tania. Yes, I was alone there. I waived at her and say hold on. She smiled.. Just a couple of minute, I'm done so on my way out, I approached them just saying hi back to Tania and apologize that I did not notice her earlier. This lady besides her, gave me a "one of a kind" look. I can't interpreted that look but who really cares anyway. So Tania introduced us she said "Met my friend Doris.."

Well... Hi Doris! I don't know how that came out of her mouth "Hey! So beautiful ho!" If that was a guy, I would have roll my eyes and say jerk! I know that was a compliment but with her voice tone and the facial expression, it wasn't sincere, not even a tiny bit. I left and let them continue their good time. Exactly two days later I received a text message from Doris saying she got my number from Tania and asked when I'll be free that she wish to share something with me. Not to be rude, I replied her saying I'm not free this time around. Perhaps next time soon. She keep asking again and again then I asked her "What is it that you can't explain through phone by text messages or phone call? What is so secretive that I must go to see you for? I guess this offended her but it is entirely up to me to meet or not to meet anyone. Especially her, I'm not even comfortable with her from the first sight. Which I am very sure she won't click to me well. She's someone in her late 40s. Actually it's not about the age or look or anything but I found her irritating and annoying because she does not know how to talk properly to someone she just know yet she don't know when she annoyed someone.

It's getting too much almost like a harassment each time she sent a text messages. The few that I recalled, the messages from her including what is my marital status, how many boy friends that I have, what's my religion, if I believe in God and etc.. Come on!! What on earth is she doing. The one text message she sent that made me to call her back almost immediately was this one, I still have it in my phone. I type exactly the way she typed. Don't mind her language, she said she's Chinese educated, not so good with English. Her text message "You know how sinful you are? We human all have many sins. You make yourself beautiful so men will look. Bad sin when men look, you smile happy because you feel beautiful. Pray to God. Ask forgiveness. Look not important, brain important!" Jeez! At that very moment I imagine she was right in front of me. The 4 inch heels that I had on will certainly keep her only half of my height but of course body size, I'm slightly smaller than half of her. Sarcastically, I'm giving you the idea of how she looks like. Very voluptuous and perhaps only 4 foot 5 tall. Yes! That's her..

I called her but she did not pick up my calls few times. Lucky her I'm the type that forget quite easily. I do not get angry easily because angry is such a negative feeling. I want to keep myself positive because it's good for life. I know how the conversation will be if she actually pick up the call. Not that I want to pick a fight but I need to confront her like "Hey! What's your problem with me?"

Days goes by but one day, maybe few weeks later after that crazy text message from her, so happened that I bumped into Doris in a local mall. I saw her first, I waited there until she walked nearer. She didn't see me until when she was exactly in front of me. I haven't say a word and there she go again "What are you up to now?" OMG! Unbelievable, she is just so loud. Nearly like an ill-mannered person. I took a deep breath and just tell myself, that's just her. Let it. However, that was a good opportunity for me to ask her "Doris, do you have a problem with me? What is it? Honestly, I don't even know you."

Amazingly, I was supposed to be the angry one but she acted very wrong. She try hard to open wide her small eyes and it just burst from her mouth. We communicate in Mandarin of course but I'll translate it here in English so that all of us can read. She said "I hate girls like you! The tall, slim, long hair, pretty and perfect girl. People like you only acted sweet and gentle on the outside but inside, you are evil and arrogant. You look down and pick on people like me.." Just remarkable what she said. Without further saying anything, she walked away quickly. I saw her face flushing red in either anger or embarrassment. I don't want to pursue her. Let her go.

The thing she said to me gave me a long thought. I'm not a girl anymore, neither is she. For an instance from her words, I'm sure she was bullied especially at school and have a rough time in her adolescence year and this has built hatred in her heart to a species like us. She just marked "all the same".. That's not fair to me because I've not done anything to her. Let alone bully. I've never bully anyone in my entire schooling time. I was too busy with books, not bully.

Then, I have a soft feeling for her. Can't imagine how bad she went through her growing up time. We all know children are naïve. They say nasty things sometimes, teasing each other and calling people by their looks like "Nerd, Fat, Skinny, Giraffe, Midget and so much more. I know too that she has been struggling with weight issue all her life. Since that day, she stopped texting me but I did saw her somewhere few times. I just try to avoid her. What I can concluded is, she need peace with herself and isn't she supposed to move on with her life? She's 48 years old now. Those thing at school was many decades ago. Perhaps something had really scar and hurt her badly. So people, please take bully seriously. We will never know how bad it can impact one's life. Let's work together to stop bullying.

 

It's right Under our Nose

Have you ever did something and you totally not aware of it until when you're sane back suddenly you felt like you're just awaken from something. The worst thing is, then you had a wet palms, a cold sweaty palms. Phew.. Just happened to me yesterday. I thought this incident would be a good share. I know deep within everyone of us, we do care but under so many circumstances, we are helpless and defenceless to offer that little help to those who needed especially with what I saw yesterday. In another way round, we couldn't identify if there are really victims and oppressor involve or whether everything is just one's willingness. Even if there are really victims there, we are not the authority to do something about it. What about the guys or gang behind this whole ring?

This is how it started. After such a long busy morning since 5am until late noon. That was about 2.30pm. I knew I needed a little head massage plus a hair wash too so without guilt, I headed straight to a salon. I've got about an hour free time before the next appointment come up. As usual while getting the relaxing head massage, I just keep myself busy flipping over magazine looking for any interesting topic to read. Also keep replying emails that came in through my phone. I did notice there were few people behind me getting their own hair treats but I guess I was too occupied to turn around and look at them. Just heard some noises of people chatting. However, I can't avoid it when I have to walk to the basin for a rinse. Then I saw 3 female, 2 adults in their seems to be 30s and the other is a very young girl fairly guessed by me 16 years old. A very young and sweet girl with clear eyes, long straight black locks, had white T-Shirt with short pants on.

On first look, they looked like two ladies friends spending pampering time together and one of them took her daughter along. It's normal I thought until I overheard their accent clearly, they conversed in English with a very heavy accent. Certainly not our locals. Done with my rinse, suddenly there was a guy came in. Hmm.. This really make me curious! He's almost in-charge of them. Understand what I say? Yes, he chose the hair colors for them and he is the one to pay!! Trigger anything yet?

If not for his eerie stares and nasty comment on me, I won't blast him. As I walked towards the chair where I seated, he looked at me from top to toes and that stupid comment from his mouth referring to me.. "Oh! Lady of class huh!" I stared sharp into his eyes maybe he could felt it pierced through his dirty soul and that make him really uncomfortable. So I said "They can be ladies of class too and that one, (I refer to the teen girl) she can grow up decently if not you and your kind just destroying them for your own selfish need." I sat and I guess he don't really understand me that well. He speak broken English so it was a big chance that he have no idea what I just said to him.

At that moment, I just want to get my hair done as soon as I can. I don't want to be in that supposedly relaxing ambiance which turned unpleasant. The salon owner saw it in my eyes. How upset I was, I told the hair-dresser to get another assistant so both of them can blow my hair quicker. I said I'm in a rush. So within 10 minutes, I'm done and this time that filthy guy was sitting at the couch, still looking. Suddenly I heard the girl said "I love this phone so much. It is really a smart phone!" A chance for the guy to annoy me. He said it loud to her "Good, you like. Work harder. Next time can buy better one.." Oooh!! He got me. I mean it.. He knew how much I hate what I saw there. I couldn't stop it but it just burst out from my mouth.. "I wish you can sleep well just for one night but I know you won't. You will never. As long as you're still doing whatever you're doing now!" I paid for my hair service and just walk away. He's there with his disgusting grin. I was satisfied, at least I know he understood what I said this time.

In case you don't understand, those people are actually a pimp with his three girls. A flesh trade, selling of human being, sex trade or whatever that they named it. Yes, those three female are taken care by him. Imagine what the hair color will do to the girl. She will look much older than her age. Then easier to fake her age. Probably she's only 15 or 16 years old but with the new hair color, whatever outfit they make her to wear and shoes, they can easily say she's 19!! What happened to the world!! but prostitution, as we know probably is the oldest job existing. It has been there maybe since the existence of human. I saw it with my own eyes so near yet there's nothing I can do about it. I know that guy won't sleep well that night too or probably he will..

Sometimes things like this happened just under our nose yet there's nothing we could do about it. First of all, what if the girls involved into it willingly? Then we will be risking a lot trying to help them only to be rejected in the end. Then what if the pimp and his guys going aggressive about this and do something harmful? This can be dangerous really but how I really wish I could asked those girls what happened to them? How do they ended up that way? Do they really know what they are into? I went home feeling sad and lots of disappointment that day. I wish something can be done. I will not forget the girl's face.

As I started my car engine and drove off slowly, suddenly I feel so strange. I was half shocked. Did I really talked to the guy? Did I? I can't believe myself. Now cold sweat started to wet my palms and felt some on my forehead too. Oh Gosh! Yes! I spoke to him and pierced his dirty soul with my sharp look.