24th June 2008 @ 0213hrs
[Listening to: Samsons - Bukan Diriku]
I can't sleep even though I'm tired.
I seem to think alot, but there's nothing in particular that appears in my mind.
Perhaps. . . . . . . . . . . nvm.
Period.
So I got home at around 12am. On the way home, I thought I saw someone that looked like her, but no. Hah! I wouldn't know how to react if it really was that person.
Instead of going up straight, I sat at the void deck for a while, just watching the world go by.
Right.
Came one unknown male malay stranger. I thought he was walking towards the other block, but instead. he walked towards my direction.
Instincts kick in. The way he was approaching me was as though he had a weapon concealed behind him cause one hand was swaying, while the other was behind his back.
Went into defensive mode. I immediately sat at the edge of the chair, ready to engage him in case he does anything stupid. Luckily no. Hahaha.
Him : Melayu eh?
Me : a'ah
Him : Melayu eh?
Me : a'ah! saya melayu. Ader aper?
*he shook my hand
Him : Minta tolong bleh bang? Saya nk balik, tapi duit tk cukup. Tk cukup 8 dolar.
Me : okie.
Him : Skg ader midnight charge, jadi kalau naik teksi, saya tk cukup duit. Dah 2 teksi saya tahan, tapi pasal saya kurang 8 dolar, dorang tak hantar saya.
Me : Okie. Tapi kalau awak nak minta saya 8 dolar, saya tkder.
So the conversation continued, and at the end I gave him 4 bucks. Asked him where he stays, he said it was at blk 547, which is walking distance.
But for the benefit of doubt, I gave in. The way he talked, his movement, and his facial expression, I swear it would be justified to arrest him for consumption of controlled drugs if I was on duty.
Well at least he went away after that. Who knows if I prolonged the conversation, he might have someone with him, planning something?
Defensive tactic learnt at Tracom wouldn't even help me. Hahaha.
Night shift today. Coming off day, I got no plans. And it sucks. Never have I had to think where to go during off days, coz it would just be there for me. Haiz.
Okie den. Nitez people.
Tag ya.
[Listening to: Samsons - Bukan Diriku]
I can't sleep even though I'm tired.
I seem to think alot, but there's nothing in particular that appears in my mind.
Perhaps. . . . . . . . . . . nvm.
Period.
So I got home at around 12am. On the way home, I thought I saw someone that looked like her, but no. Hah! I wouldn't know how to react if it really was that person.
Instead of going up straight, I sat at the void deck for a while, just watching the world go by.
Right.
Came one unknown male malay stranger. I thought he was walking towards the other block, but instead. he walked towards my direction.
Instincts kick in. The way he was approaching me was as though he had a weapon concealed behind him cause one hand was swaying, while the other was behind his back.
Went into defensive mode. I immediately sat at the edge of the chair, ready to engage him in case he does anything stupid. Luckily no. Hahaha.
Him : Melayu eh?
Me : a'ah
Him : Melayu eh?
Me : a'ah! saya melayu. Ader aper?
*he shook my hand
Him : Minta tolong bleh bang? Saya nk balik, tapi duit tk cukup. Tk cukup 8 dolar.
Me : okie.
Him : Skg ader midnight charge, jadi kalau naik teksi, saya tk cukup duit. Dah 2 teksi saya tahan, tapi pasal saya kurang 8 dolar, dorang tak hantar saya.
Me : Okie. Tapi kalau awak nak minta saya 8 dolar, saya tkder.
So the conversation continued, and at the end I gave him 4 bucks. Asked him where he stays, he said it was at blk 547, which is walking distance.
But for the benefit of doubt, I gave in. The way he talked, his movement, and his facial expression, I swear it would be justified to arrest him for consumption of controlled drugs if I was on duty.
Well at least he went away after that. Who knows if I prolonged the conversation, he might have someone with him, planning something?
Defensive tactic learnt at Tracom wouldn't even help me. Hahaha.
Night shift today. Coming off day, I got no plans. And it sucks. Never have I had to think where to go during off days, coz it would just be there for me. Haiz.
Okie den. Nitez people.
Tag ya.
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