Saturday, April 14, 2007

Its not been an exceptionally good day. Friday the 13th. What are the odds?

The day's never been an issue. Well, most of the time anyway. But this time, my luck ran out on me. See, I was on the train, heading west. Minding my own business (ie. daydreaming), when I noticed this guy inching close to the pole I was next to. He smiled. And the courteous thing's to smile back right? So that's what I did. BIG MISTAKE.

He began introducing himself. Fine, I thought. Charity? I'll donate. But turns out, he wasn't soliciting for donations, he just wanted to talk. Argh. So i let him do it. Then it got creepy. Whipped out his handphone, showed me photos of animals and asked me which was cutest. RIGHT. Then went on about this story of this Japanese friend of his who looks like Wang Lee Hom. YEA, SURE. Started to piss me off.

Approaching Tanjong Pagar, he appeared to be getting ready to alight. Relief. But he decided to first ask me, "Where you arighting?". I JUST HAD to tell him the truth, didn't I? "Outram". Thats when he really spooked me. "OH. Me too."

DIE LA!

He just didn't stop talking. And I started to panic. What a creep. How? HOW?

I bolted for my life when the train doors opened at Outram.

i heard the crickets at 12:33 am

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