I used to think many Singapore girls have no taste. Some may be pretty trendy, but they are mere slaves to fashion, and have no sense of style and do not dress appropriately.
Well, it looks like these women will find their kindred spirits here at the Uni. The way many girls dress here is vulgar and akin to soft porn. In addition to micro mini and plunging necklines, you see bra straps (not even properly adjusted but twisted) as part of their tube top ensemble. One obese Indonesian in my class actually revealed her entire bra (together with her rolls of flab stacked one on top of another) the other day with her garb, a frumpy looking floor length dress that swept the floor wherever she wobbles to.
Yesterday, I met a young Hungarian girl dressed like a slut. And her bitchy behaviour matched her attire to a T. Her posturing, gestures, and the way she talked were also perfectly coordinated with her dressing.
She bitched on and on about a girl who had guessed her age wrongly. “Do I look 28?!! Or even 25? Is she mad or what? I could not believe it when she said that, and when I saw her wedding ring, I joked back, ‘you must be even older, signora!’ Yes, I called her signora deliberately, to drive home the point, ‘’she bitched on.
“Excuse me, do I really look 28?’’ she bitched again, her hand flipping back her long hair in disgust. I was tempted to tell her, it’s not the age that counts, it’s your behaviour. No one has any respect for, or even likes, a bitchy slut, whether she is 17 or 28.
While waiting for another girl to arrive at our gathering, she started her drama again. She was in a hurry to move on to our destination, and showed her impatience while the others suggested waiting a while longer. ‘’Maybe she has not received our sms,’’ they said. Her attention grabbing gestures and affectation must have caused some of us grief and one of us decided to send another sms to the girl to tell her that we’d moved on, and that we would meet her at the destination instead.
While waiting for the concert to start, our Hungarian drama queen started to bitch about the reply she had just received. “What does she mean? I don’t understand her confusing sms,’’ the drama queen repeated a few times. ‘’Excuse me, wasn’t my sms very clear?’’ she ranted. The rest of us tried to explain that since the girl is from a different culture, and her Italian is not very good, perhaps she misunderstood the message. ‘’Excuse me, I was very clear, what’s so difficult about my message, you heard what I wrote…’’ and she repeated what she had written, and read aloud what the other girl had replied, ridiculing her bad choice of words.
Barely had she recovered from her rave there was another sms from someone else over the same matter; and we all had to help her interpret the messages, because all she could say was, ‘’excuse me, what kind of reply is this, I don’t get it, my sms was so clear…’’
She spent a good 15 minutes over this sms issue, dramatizing her messages and others’ replies. I watched in amusement this diva and the reactions of her friends who were all trying to help. Finally, I asked point blank, ‘’if it’s so confusing, isn’t it faster and clearer to just give her a call and ask what she means, to avoid miscommunications?’’
She looked at me silently for a second, and then opened her mouth with her favourite words, ‘’excuse me? She was the one with the confusing message, you saw mine – it was so clear!’’ Finally, it was the sensible girl from Finland who took the initiative to call her.
Is it any wonder that, after this episode, most of us chatted among ourselves and ignored her while waiting for the concert to start?
What a pity. She does look good (even if too scantily dressed for school), and has a good figure too. But her behaviour and dressing undid the beauty that God has blessed her with. And she’s still young – obviously way below 28, the number that sparked off her mood that evening. I shudder to think how much bitch-ier she will be by the time she reaches 28 and beyond.
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