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A moment to remember


Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 10:10 PM
FOLLOWED

On my last day of school, I got quite a scare.

I was followed by some random guy who board the same bus as me. It all happen when I boarded 75 to school this morning. This stalker, lets call him S, is quite stupid cos...

Pissed-me-off Incident 1:
S kind of tapped on my arm when he wanted to tap his ezlink card. I hate people who accidentally touch me on buses.

Pissed-me-off Incident 2:
I was standing at the exit of the bus as it's just a two-stop ride. S actually stand behind me when the bus is full of standing space. He happen to knock into my bag and you got it. I really don't like people to knock into me.

So, he successfully made me notice him and for god-know reason, I was very very alert. He alighted at the same stop and I decided to test whether I was being too paranoid for my own good.

So i purposely stop to look for my phone and true enough, S did not move further. But as I made my way to school, he followed behind. CREEPY!

Instead of walking the usual way to the library, I walked a longer route and this stupid S followed closely. And as I made my way to the library, I could see him suddenly stopping and looking into the library. Shortly after, he followed.

BUT, I met Yvonne =) and I whispered to her "somebody following me".
Yvonne: "That guy?"

When I turn around to see, S faster turn, walk in another direction but turn back and walk towards us again. Who cares about him? I wanted to get away asap!

At that moment, it's both scary and funny. Who the hell follow people to school? I really don't know how to explain that other than saying that S is psychotic =P