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Saturday, April 11, 2009

Today is the scariest day of my life.

I had canoeing training in the morning, went home for lunch, and went out with some of my clique of friends. We went shopping, and had dinner at Seoul Garden. That's besides the point.

Zhuo Na and I decided to take the MRT home from town. We took a train from Orchard to City Hall, and then changed over. This is the scary part.

While I was talking to Zhuo Na on the train, I kept having this feeling that someone was staring at me. I turned and looked on my right, indeed there was this Chinese man, aged 30+ staring at me. You know how when we make eye contact with a stranger, we'll tend to look in another direction? But this man did not. He kept his stare. More than 5 times I turn to his direction, and he was still staring!

So I told Zhuo Na to move further into the middle of the cabin, so that he can't see me. At the same time, I asked her if she could be my lesbian partner. And we were like super close to each other already and he was still looking!

The whole journey, all she can ever tell me was, "He's looking! He's looking!".

So we decided to sit down, and luckily, there was this Malay guy who was blocking the Chinese man's view. Who knew that he would move himself out of the sit, and start staring at me again.

I WAS FREAKED OUT I TELL YOU!

At Jurong, when we had to change over to the other train, Zhuo Na and I immediate walked over to the other side of the train, and the man followed! At Jurong, I had to call Allan and asked if he was around that area so that at least there was someone who followed me home, without that Chinese man.

Soooo scary.
I KNOW EVERYONE IS SHOCKED AT THIS! I AM TOOOOOO!
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