2 Things You Are Not Supposed to Mention When You See Me....please...

Ok folks (that includes strangers as well)! Here's a gentle reminder that the next time you see me, or if you happen to bump into me on the roads, please do not comment on my HEIGHT, or my RED EYES.

This morning, at my estate on my way to the bus stop, a man believe to be working at a nearby construction worksite whizzed past me and exclaimed:

"WAH! So tall ah!!"

I was wearing ear phones listening to Glen and FD but I could still hear his crude remarks. I turned my head, gave him a 2-seconds infuriating stare and then continued to sashay my way to the bus stop. Hello, not I tall ok, you are short, and so what if I'm tall, you have problem? Go and eat more long beans and grow a few inches lah...duh?! I know I'm slightly taller than the normal Singaporean gals out there, but I'm not a giraffe, you don't have to act shocked or remind me of my height.

Then there is my dry eye syndrome. Right, I can't generate enough tears like a normal person do (but that doesn't mean I can't cry ok?), my eyes turn red easily when they are super dry, when I'm tired or when I'm intoxicated. If you see that my eyes turned red the next time, be a kind soul and offer me some eye drops or eye lubricants, telling me that I have RED EYES doesn't do any help. Remember people, ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS okie?

Here's thanking you for your cooperation...in future that is... Bleh.