Paranoia

PARANOID.

that should really be my middle name.

well, frens who noe me should agree cos i can get quite paranoid at times. save the numerous episodes of doubting and misunderstanding, construing sudden interests as hidden agendas, saturday's incident has got to be the most ridiculous by far.

i was at amk cc for my weekly dressmaking class. my first project is a skirt and its beginning to look like one now. hah. shall blog more abt this when i've completed it. anyway, wat happened was i was the first few who reached, and went to the ladies which was down the corridor in a secluded corner. most of the other classrooms were still empty and as it was 7ish then, the whole level looked abit ominous with the lights still off.

no one was inside the toilet when i entered and while i was inside the cubicle, i heard the door open. now the strange thing was, no one walked past to get to the last cubicle next to mine. nor did i hear the tap running. all i heard was this clicking sound gg rhythmically as if someone is playing with a pen while waiting for something or someone. and the disturbing thing was that i heard no such noise before i heard the door open.

i stood frozen and the first thing that came to mind was that SOMEONE could actually be out there waiting to mug his next unsuspecting victim i.e yours truly. and because im such a paranoid, thank you very much, i was able to foresaw his deceit of knocking out his victims before transporting them in a stolen car to a deserted factory to disembowel them and finally decapitating their heads off as trophies, but not without the signature psychopatic laughter and a thundering storm as backdrop.

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i noe i noe, very tvb drama. i've been watching far too much of it lah. but at that very moment, i truly believed that someone was actually out there waiting to pounce on me. there wasnt much i could do without my phone with me, so i remained where i was amid the sweltering heat. my best bet was to wait for someone to walk in or that the mugger will get tired of the wait and leave. but after 5 mins, the heat was getting to me and i tot wat the heck. besides, dying from hyperthermia isnt exactly glam.

so i stepped out and..... nothing.

not even a cockroach was seen. but the door was opened alright. probably the cleaner came in to keep the door open with the door stopper and turned on the fan as well, which explains the clicking sound i heard.

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still couldnt believe wat a big bozo i was. told my mum all abt it and she laughed her head off. well, guess i can nv be a police detective.