S.T.O.P and S.T.A.R.E.

If you remember this blog title, it's actually from a song title. But it's not about the song that im gonna blog tonight. it's about the experience i got tonight, on my way back from office (nvm where i was taking the lrt from first).

today, i got a little hooked by collecting all my work assignment's tax estimations for many many years back from the current year (way back from YA1989 up to YA2008, brr..). for that, i left office almost 7.40pm, and headed directly to the lrt.

everything was usual, except as when i was reaching the last station, a non Malaysian guy dressed in yellow tshirt just scarily "stop and stare" at me. yes, gotta say that he scarily looked at me, cuz i dont feel easy one bit. he's definitely someone all ladies would stay alert at in public area, and thousands of imaginations were in my head on what ugly things could happen next.

i left the train at the next stop, but using a further entrance from him. then i realised he was getting off at the same lrt! boy, my heart beat so fast. at that time, i was thinking of how to avoid him, again. i know, i needed to get into my car. but the car park is kind of isolated, with dim spotlights (looks like uncle can only do this best for the carpark visitors). being paranoid, and not wanting anything to happen to me, i quickly shifted my footsteps to the nearest magazine store. i pretended to read the magazine (the owner must hv been too busy entertaining others he din noticed me).

i eyed at the exit every second, until, poop, he was at my sight. walking so selamba-ly, he went down the stairs and turn to my carpark area! gosh, how i wished he turned right instead of left. i called my boyfriend, and talked about the incident, in a way, to calm myself down also. so i braved myself to turn left, and Thank Goodness he was nowhere at sight (but he may be hiding somewher in the bushes nearby).

you should see my facial expression when i walked toward my car, downhill. so alert and all that, like i'm holding a million ringgit (which i'm planning to get one day=)). till i hear the car being locked, tuut, then i felt so... relieved. boy, that was a scary incident, yet how many times can other ladies being lucky and get away from this incident? what if it turns ugly at the end of my story? by then, i really wonder if i could ever survived through that bitter experience. im definitely returning from office before the day gets dark tomorrow.*