Bad scare...

I had the worst scare of my life last night, all thanks to my beloved boyfirend, Shin Shyan.

He called me at around 7pm last night and said he wanted to have dinner with me, so I told him I would misscall him when I reach home. I had so much to tell him about my day. I actually met a pschotic old junk in his sixties on the bus on my way to work. What bad luck! Well, it was the 13th after all, thank god it wasn't paired with a Friday, too! Haha!

Anyways, I think that old junk was a veteran in doing that. He simply "molested" me with his eyes only. He didn't do anything like touching me so that I really couldn't do anything to stop him. I mean, I wouldn't want to be touched by his filthy hands, EEUURRGGGHHH!!! But from the way he looked at me, I knew something was wrong. You know, women's six sense or whatever. I wasn't quite sure at first so I just ignored him at looked the other way. Then he began to make faces, subtle but more than obvious for me to know that I was right. I still tried to ignore him for quite a while but it didn't work. Finally, I glared at him. With all the hate and disgust in the universe, I glared at him. Guess what? He didn't even flinch! He just stared back at me with his wrinkly-skinned yellow eyes! What a jerk! I had no choice but to abandon that tactic. So I started looking the other way again. The bus was too jam-packed for me to move away from this "thing".

Meanwhile, he just kept checking me out from top to toe and back again. What nerves! I imagined punching him until his face becomes concave, like they do in comics. As time wore on, I became progressively disturbed. Next thing I knew, I was already telling him off. I said,"Tengok apa? Tengok banyak-banyak tu buat apa?!" He tried to act nonchalant but he actually stopped staring at me again! He actually dropped back his head and went to sleep! Served him right! Old junk! Haha! I felt so gratified!

Okay, that wasn't the scare I was talking about. Just another sicko, no threat to me. I used to run into them a lot and I've learned to deal with these craps of society, in other words,"yan za" (cantonese).

Listen to the scare now. So Shyan and me had a dinner date. I attempted to misscall him before I went in for a shower but couldn't get through. Oh well, the signal was sometimes bad in his room. So when I was done showering, I misscalled him again, but the same thing happened. I decided to just walk over to his house. I did this while still calling him. When I reached his house, the door was closed so I called out his name. No one answered and I realized that his slippers were not there. Therefore, I reckon he wasn't in. "Weird," I thought. He was always in when I came to his house.

Not thinking much about it, I went to Cybertime, the cybercafe he frequented, he wasn't there. Undaunted, I walked to R2, the comic shop we like to spend our time at. Not there. By this time, I was already boiling with rage. I was thinking how I would give him a piece of my mind when I find him. Why didn't he have the sense to call me and tell me where he is when he had made a date with me?! I did all this while still calling him but to no avail. I then tried asking his friends but they either didn't know his whereabouts or was also having difficulties calling him. I began to worry.

I walked back to his house and called his name many times. His housemate answered the door and asked his roomate whether he was in. The answer was negative. His roomate didn't even bother to open the bedroom door. Well, his roomate was a weird one, a bit psychotic too. You should have listened to what he did to his love rival. I had no othe chice but to return home. It was already 9.30pm. I first came out from my house at 9pm so I was hot and sweaty, angry and worried all at once. I began to think negative. I was wearing a pink tank and a beach shorts, carrying a cute little polka dot clutch I had just bought at the 100Yen shop because I had planned a relaxing night for us. Now I began to think that maybe wearing those shorts was a mistake. Bad things seem to happen when I am wearing them. I dented a Sigg bottle last Sunday at 1 Utama when I was out with Cheryl and her boyfriend. And I had to fork out R