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Thursday, October 06, 2005

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stop following me..
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Today.. I trooped down to XXX Publishing ( i shall name this company after my official "departure" ) and handed in my FINAL article before calling it quits because i am absolutely fed up with their style of giving the shitty jobs to their freelancers.

I am a writer , NOT telemarketeer nor mail-handler , you assholes.

On a happier note , i headed to Geylang for a sumptuous dinner at a cantonese restaurant with P after that.

I heart roast pork !

Then..

After chilling out at Acid bar just now with the usual suspects ( i officially declare Acid Bar the new SPG pickup joint. More of that later ! ) , i made my way back along as the rest were headin somewhere else for another round of drinks.

Bloody alcholics ! :D

Because it was already 1am when i finally reached the interchange , i had no choice but to take the long lonely trek home .

As i trudged along the dark pavements , i noticed someone was walking behind a few feet away and i hastened my footsteps because that particular stretch was rather deserted due to the construction ( wooden panels and all ) going on and it looked like the perfect crime scene.

I turned around and i didn't know if i was being too sensitive but i thought i saw that man hurriedly hiding his hand behind a big plastic bag the moment i turned.

Perhaps .. he was trying to conceal a weapon ?

I didn't wait to find out because i quickly took a detour and headed towards a block of flats .

Yeah i'm a prude , so sue me ! It pays to be safe :p

He disappeared from my sight and i paced around the lift lobby for awhile , just to be sure.

I know it sounds really really really dumb but before i continued my walk home i stuffed my handphone into my bra and my ic down the other cup.

I mean , if i really got robbed , the robbers would probably just grab my bag and run or maybe do a quick search through my pockets right ????

As i trudged along the park , still being extra vigilant and turning around every few moments like a suspicious bastard , i noticed a figure preparing to lie down on a bench.

Since there were a few rowdy skaters nearby i decided it was safe to walk past him..

And guess what !

It was the man who had been "following" me !!!!!!

Shit , i had wronged him.

And it was quite embarrassing for i guess he knew that i had purposely detoured because of him , and that i thought he was some sort of mugger when he was just a poor homeless person whose bed is a park bench.

*facepalm*

So i walked home feeling rather silly and my bra almost bursting at its seams from its extra load.

But then again ..

Its always better to be safe than to be sorry , especially if you're a person who is easily overpowered.

And being mugged is not the worst case scenario.. Imagine being raped or even worse , being at the mercy of a psychopath who derieves pleasure from torturing people.

Anyway , i've got my air tickets already..

No Eva Air for me definitely ! I'm placing my life in the hands of Cathay Pacific.

Heard that the stewardesses damn chio. Hmm. Then the stewards leh ??

I'm disappointed that we're not travelling with KLM , because it would have meant a stopover in Amsterdam =(

My rendezvous with mr otb will have to wait !

But if all goes well i'll be going to France next spring ! And France is definitely just a stone's throw away from Netherlands , no ? =)

Okay so its not really THAT close but its close enough. Ha.

I think Paris ( Sizzling frenchmen ! River Seine ! Amour ! ) is the loveliest place ever , among others like Yorkshire ( the moors ! okay , too much James Herriot here ) , Winsconsin ( Prairies ! okay , too much Laura Ingalls Wilder here ) , London ( British accents ! People ! Sub cultures ! ) and of course , Tibet , Mongolia and Nepal ( Prayer wheels ! Yaks ! Nomads ! )

Not forgetting that its home to great impressionists like Manet , Monet and Renoir..

Imagine sitting by the banks of the Seine and overlooking the scenery which inspired Monet before.

Sing with me , boys and girls , to Ella Fitzgerald !

I love Paris in the springtime
I love Paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love Paris
Why oh why do i love Paris ?
Because my love is here

 

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