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Saturday, February 24, 2007 @ 02:43


Scary.

Ok, today is a 'suay' day, 'lucky' day, 'rotten luck' day or 'what-so-ever' day. Went to work early in the morning at Merlion, the bloody machine broke down like umpteen times today? And it's fucking irritating and hell lot troublesome for both the guest and ME!!! Puke 1 litre of blood.
The only thingy worth mentioning is bumping into Hui in Sentosa.

Mental Status: Half Dead.
Frequency of scolding the 'F' word: Regular.

Next up, went home happily after work and was so damn bloody "lucky" to meet a stalker. He actually followed me all the way from Habourfront MRT station to Gombak! Amazing. I did noticed him being a little bit weird from the way he looked at me, but I thought I was overly sensitive so I din bother. Haha, this proves my luck today man. So after alighting at Gombak station, while walking home, he went:

Stalker: Hi, can I be your friend?

Me: STUN. Errrr.......(keep walking)

Stalker: You study in poly right? (keep following)

Me: Errr, yup... (keep walking)

Stalker: Which poly? Tp? (keep following)

Me: Err. nope..

Stalker: $#@...................................... ( Me interrupting..)

Me: Err, actually I'm attached... (lying, but a good excuse to use)

Stalker: (Looking abit blank) O, attached also can be friends right?

Me: Erm......so sorry ya.

Stalker: er but, I following you all the way from Habourfront...

Me (So? Is that gonna help?) So sorry. (walking away)

Is that lucky or what? Blah, was so damn scary can. Called Yan up immediately after that and msg my bro.

Mental Status: High Blood pressure plus half dead.
Frequency of scolding the 'F' word: Once.

Went to play bowling with Yan, Rach and Kar after that and it was Full House. Once again, I was known to be 'Alice' just for that night, all thanks to Karryn Kam for giving that receptionist my fake seconday old school name and phone number.

So, 'Alice' was being called up over the mic for the night. That was not the worst. A 'BABU' scolded me for blocking his lane!!! Angry. Ok, I admit that partly it's my fault as i was told that it's one of the bowling rule, BUT, one look at me, he could tell I'm not a regular bowler and he could have told me in a much NICER way ya? If your butt is not that big, you can bloody hell bowl without being interrupted by me. Opps, did I say that?

What a bad day, isn't it. ok, long entry, shall stop here. Tired. Night.

Status: Zombifying.
Frequency of scolding the 'F' word: None.