This morning, I heard an attempted snatch theft. Yeah, heard, not saw, as I was walking out the passageway of the house. A scream, and a loud motorbike screech was heard. (And my uncle, still sitting, who was reminding us to look for the license plate number.) By the time my mom and I rushed to the door, all we saw was a distraught girl with a handbag, and keys. At least she was alright.<\/p>\n
My mom then urged my father to walk her to the bus stop, where she was headed. Perhaps it’s a good thing that my dad looks scruffy and suspicious somewhat, because while he isn’t a criminal, a thief would pick on much more innocent-looking prey.<\/p>\n
Which explains somewhat, why I want to look badass<\/b>, with my messy long hair and goatee. Better to be scary than to be scared, yes? I can blend in with Central Market without weirdos coming up to me, saying, “No, I’m not a gang member.<\/i>” anymore.<\/p>\n
Sure, I get stopped by the police once<\/a> in a while<\/a>, but I just show them my IC and tell them of my good intentions. I actually sigh in relief, knowing someone who looks as scraggy as me gets stopped, because there are less messy-looking criminals out there.<\/p>\n This attempt happened right in front of my grandma’s house, about the same place where my sister was robbed. Now all we need is my grandpa (on the other side… of the family) to sit in the porch with a shotgun.<\/p>\n Anyway, I have to agree that Handbags are like virginity<\/a><\/b>.<\/p>\n Why do girls carry handbags?<\/p>\n In a way, to me, it helps objectify women as objects, where a bulging purse would spoil the curves.<\/p>\n