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Clutch of Inspirations

embracing the presentcherishing the past
September 22, 2009
im a scaredy cat @ 4:58 AM


Hey my dear readers, tell me what you think of my thoughts/behaviour after reading this post yeah!! Like I'm too paranoid or right, it's good to be more careful.

***

This was what happened 2 nights ago in my room. My dad and I were dozing away in Dreamland and we were waken by the sound of someone trying to open the door. Somehow, my still unawake brain thought that it was morning already. My dad was like prompting me to check it out as well. So I just opened the door. Wide. Call me foolish. Whatever.

A local British girl I suppose, walked straight into my room with me staring and gaping at her. She sat down on my bed like it's her own room. So I told her she's in the wrong room. Her first reaction was like, shrug her shoulders and say, ''Go out."

The same statement and answer conversation repeated over and over. Until my dad got really really mad and warned the drunk girl that he was gonna call the police. She still told us to get out. And boom. My dad started dragging her out of the room with her flapping her arms trying to struggle free, at the same time shouting ''what the f word does this have to do with you?"

I stood rooted to the ground, eyes transfixed on the drama taking place right before me. Then I followed them out telling my dad not to grasp her so tightly cause it looked scary to me. He let go of her only at the reception area and we scurried back to my room...

...to find that her shoes, money, chewing gum and ROOM KEYS were lying on the floor. I felt like punching the wall. No options, I picked them up and opened the door to find her there again. My dad managed to close and lock the door with me outside as I said I was taking her back to her room. Anything's better than her sticking like superglue in my room.

Miraculously, I sweet-talked her into letting me get her to her room. I was actually happy when she seemed to catch on that she was in the BLUE core not the GREEN core where her room was. Reaching the elevator, she went, ''huh? Why the f word does it has to be so complicated?!" I was too blank I just went ''Don't worry. It'll be alright soon." And even asked for her name. Received nothing but rudeness in return. That includes a slammed door in my face after she got into her room at long last.

Thank God dad was with me.
Thank God it wasn't a drunk guy.

***

Then I got brainwashed today by my next-door-flatmate Si Jie's mum about the dreadful security here. From how our room doors can be just kicked open to how the drunk guys come crashing doors at night trying to get in to scare or i-dono-what-they'll-do girls. The worst was the rape and murder cases that happened to freshers last year. Argh.

What I did for precaution. My bedside table with rice packets inside and a mop to make the door unmoveable - the other end of the mop is stuck at the corner of the wall. Now I can go to sleep better without worrying too much about guys barging into my room since according to sijie and mum, they were crashing the flat door last night. How lucky I am to be on the ground floor where it's so vulnerable to these bad people. And the flat door lock is broken now, which means they can go straight to outside our bedrooms. x.x

Toodles for now! I bet you're laughing at my extreme paranoidness.


4 muffins for me

4 Comments:

sis; i'm still laughing the minute you send me the last picture. hahahaha. at least you don't live in the red core, i heard from my flatmates that red core is the "best place to get drunk". poor sis. can i brainwash you before you make moving the cabinet a habit? :D

By Blogger TseYui, at September 22, 2009 at 7:09 AM  

the red core huh..not surprising, they are mostly postgraduates I think. good luck in ur attempt of brainwashing me x.x hahaa..i'll see. i'm gonna ask si jie if thr was any crashing door last nite..i nvr noe i sleep like a pig and can't hear anything!!

By Blogger caro1229, at September 22, 2009 at 3:46 PM  

post grads are in silver core lar. hahahahhaa. not sure too. but i loooove blue core and i loooove staying on the top floor !

By Blogger TseYui, at September 22, 2009 at 9:28 PM  

=.= stooopppp it!

By Blogger caro1229, at September 23, 2009 at 1:20 AM  

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