what the hell.
just now, some malay pizza hut delivery boy gleefully pursed/puckered up his lips at me, as he drove past on his bike while i was walking home from the park.
what the hell.
i just flashed him my so-not-in-the-mood-for-this face. wonder if he got the message though, he was driving rather quickly.
what the hell.
can't a girl walk home in peace?
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