YThursday, July 13, 2006
my neighbour
there's this foreigner who lives on the 14th floor, 3 floors below me. and ive bumped into him quite a few times - unfortunately - in the lift or at the bus stop. i can describe him with just one word - that is, Frrrrreaky.
the way he stares, the way he chats me up... i always feel like screaming and running away. he's always staring... in a weird manner, which really makes me uncomfortable.
whenever i see him at the bus stop, i'll ignore him and stand far away, usually behind him so i can watch him, not he watch me. but he's quite sharp - by the time i notice him sitting on one of those granite seats at the bus stop, he's would have already spotted me.
so anyway, we met in the lift, again, today. when i entered the lift this morning, i had this nagging intuition that told me i'd meet Mr Creepy. and it did happen. gah. but luck wasn't too bad. because on the 14th floor, not only did Mr Creepy enter the lift, there was this other guy, who was... well, smartly dressed. (Ashworth shirt mind you!)
i sucked my breath as the lift moved down 14th floors. lucky the guy with the ashworth shirt was in the lift. i mean, Mr Creepy's really someone you wont wanna talk to. so in a way i was saved from a freaky conversation....
but of course, i still couldnt help but worry... i mean, he's heading to the same bus stop as me for sure and i dont want to walk with him. i had to think of either an alternate bus stop or an alternate route. before i knew it, we reached the groundfloor and the door opened. we three stood where we were. my ashworth-decked saviour told me, "you first". i thanked him before dashing out of the lift.
as i was walking to the bus stop, Mr Creepy was watching me as he took the road parrel to the one i was taking. he even looked directly at me. you know how scary that was?! i bet he even knows which buses i take!
bleah. im so gonna wake up earlier and take the early bus in future! he's really freaky. i mean, hey, im not some deluded looney who thinks every guy is in love with her. i am objective enough to be able to differentiate between a friendly person and a creep. Mr Creepy is a creep. no argument about that.
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