Salad Days....
My Complicated Immature Years...

nOt aGaIn!!

By Nisha
I just got back from the pasar malam in my place. Its on every Monday and as usual, even if Im having a nice long sleep, Ive got to wake up just to fill in nads long list of cds (Furthermore her JPA money just got in, so her list was triple the normal amount).Everything was fine at first, went to get the cds but unfortunately police were everywhere so couldn't get any. Me as usual was wondering around after that, looking and checking out for new stuff to waste my money on (Shopholic!! Duh!!). As I was walking around, I saw few Indian men; aged in late 20's going everywhere I was going to. At first I just took it as coincidence, but as I was walking back home, I saw them again. This time they were following me!! I started walking fast, and they were shouting, asking me to stop ‘running’ and saying I had cute butt!! I got scared and ran as fast as I could to my block not looking behind at all until I reached home. Thankfully my housemates were around. But still!! Not again!! (Ive had gotten stalked before by the bus driver at my previous house which was the reason of me moving out!!) Damn!! I guess ive got to learn marshal art!! Stalkers just fright me!!
 

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