the perverted indian man
Thursday, August 03, 2006
I stepped into the elavator after a lanky indian man dressed in a short sleeved shirt and pants, with a backpack. He was roughly 1.8m tall.
He had a pair of jaundiced eyes, which was also blood shot.
It was my first time seeing him. A new neighbour I supposed.
As we stood in the descending elavator, I could feel his roving eye scan my body lewdly, mumbling some indian phrase as he did so.
It felt like his eyes could see through my clothes, yes, it was that uncomfortable.
He walked ahead of me along the way to the mrt station.
I stood a few steps away from him watching him disgustedly-
The indian man was just about analysing every single female that walked past him, in front of him, any one in view of him!
And as he stared at the moving females, it was almost as though he was making a note to see which vulnerable female would be a good prey when he was having a ravenous hunger pang.
It made me nauseaous to just observe him from far.
We boarded the same MRT train, and I stood some distance away looking at him, witht another man blocking his view of me, I felt very secure.
I bet he was having a wonderful visual treat, that pair of revolting eyes hopping from one female to another, slowly and surely.
Nauseates at the thought of it.
Men like that should just be shot.
He is a potential threat to the well being and safety of every female in Woodlands.
And I have no idea what I can do to protect myself from this potential rapist/stalker/pervert/loony.
Please please let me know if there is something I can do.
Kelly G
9:23 PM
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