Odd Experiences of Life 002

The second of the weird-ass tales.


During an unspecified year’s summer break, a girl of indeterminate age took up a summer job as an architecture/design intern at an unspecified company that was also her dad’s workplace, where he held a pretty good rank (and was probably one of the reasons why she got the internship, which she can’t really complain about; it paid pretty well after all).

For her to get to work, she need only accompany her dad, either catching a ride with him via his motorcycle or by accompanying him on the very full public bus in the early morn to work. After work, however, she was left to her own devices to find a way home, since her dad almost always worked overtime.

She had three options here. The first option was to take the public bus home, but having to deal with that almost every morning, she crossed that off from her list of ways home. The second option was to take the company shuttle bus that would drop her off at some point in Taipa, near where she lived, that would allow her to walk home from the drop off point. The third and final option was to walk home. And that was what she chose, because she wanted to keep fit and because she wanted to explore the area a little bit more.

And so she did. Explore, I mean — especially the casinos/hotels/resorts nearby.

To get home, she had to walk through City of Dreams, Venetian, Old Taipa Village, Taipa main, and then the shortcut/alleyway to get to the UMac/SKH area to get home. She did this for around one month and a half, then she stopped doing it, because, well, men.

Beginning from after the second day of work, she began her daily exodus through part of the Cotai Strip, beginning at the Hyatt. At a specific door that led out of the City of Dreams stood a horde of doormen. And having sensed her Filipino-ness, they would constantly acknowledge her every single time she passed by, throwing — well — compliments (?) at her, like, “Maganda.” After awhile, one of them started to point out how apparently single she appeared to be by saying, “Parang wala ka yatang kasama a” or a variant of that every single time she passed by. The first few times this happened, she really thought nothing of it, having deduced that their job must be extremely boring and this was their odd form of amusement, despite the fact that as her encounter with them increased, the more it seemed like catcalling to her.

And so, she bought an iPod to block them out with her eclectic music fountain.

One day, as she was approaching the dreaded doorway of semi-catcalls, she noticed that the one guy who constantly pointed out how single she was had on casual clothes instead of his doorman uniform. Now, having developed a system wherein she’d try to duck under a large passing crowd to avoid being singled out by the doormen, she searched her vicinity for any good-sized crowd. She was left disappointed and her dreaded feeling of something non-innocuous happening increased.

As she approached, she focused her attention on something in the distant, while leaving a ghost of a smile on her face to seem less bothered and less rude towards the doormen. She did her best to ignore that one guy, increasing her music as she continued on, but she still heard him say, “Sasamahan kita”; he was attempting to accompany her to who the hell knows where she went after work.

What did she learn from this? It is best to always have earphones in, even if it isn’t plugged into anything on the other end (although, ideally, it would be best to have it connected to some functioning music device) to give the illusion that one is deaf from all attempts at social interactions from strangers. Especially when walking around all on your own.

On a side note, this technique she had developed (which many other women also probably use) came in quite handy in another situation where she had to walk by an extremely huge crowd of brown men (she feels justified in using this racial classification as she herself is classed under it) who, as she passed, started catcalling. She could have passed another way, to avoid them, but that would have been a longer, more tedious route. With her iPod on, however, she minimized her ability to hear them, thus her play at being oblivious to them due to loud music was solidified.

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