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scary but gentleman.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
currently at work.
i have a story to share.
by now u guys must have known where im working at right? ok for those who doesnt, im working at north bridge road, somewhere near the masjid sultan. (so close that i can even hear khutbah jumaat.)
yesterday, as amyra and i were on our way to bugis MRT, we came across 2 guys at the Raffles hospital traffic light. i was standing quite a distance behind them and one of the guys kept on turning back. thats the part where im starting to feel uncomfortable.
after crossing the road, they stop at the side and let us walk first. ya rabbi. lagi la we became scard. ape tk nye, they stalked us. at that point of time i was reciting while talking to amyra abt the possibilities that we will, should and what to do next. unfortunately all traffic lights that we came across was that red man. pfft. -.-"
after getting tired of kejar and stalking, one of them said "excuse me. excuse me. do you know where's the MRT?" amyra turned and answer them. i continue walking as if i dont know anything.
they tried to approach us again and i dont know how, the next minute i was having conversation with one of them. he's arab pakistan. name, i cant remember! haha. he walked and enter the MRT as if he already know the protocol to enter. wal hal he said he was studying in malaysia. what made the whole storyline more suspicious was that he's actually heading to sentosa?? come on la. who the hell goes to sentosa at 6.30pm wearing long pants, folded blue sleeves shirt with a smart shoe?? he seriously need to think ahead before approaching a lady. afterall, practice so makes perfect rite?? haha.
so anyways, before both of us head to our separate ways, he asked for my phone number. haha.
what do you guys think? did we exchange numbers?

i told the whole incident to mama and she said "kan mama dah bilang. age sekarang lebih baik kalau tak ade matair. lagi banyak org kite jumpe and lagi boleh pilih. takde restrictions." i was like. " ahhh. yes mama.." haha after that, she went on talking about how unfortunate some of these ppl were to be attached at a very young age. not that she's against it, but she have her own perceptions. :)
--Humble Pie--
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