sy...sya...syar...syaraa...syaraf...
-_-'

hahah
it was uncomfortable when that happened.

so anyways,
haz, diana and i went to the rjc open house today.
not that i was having any delusions about going there.
i just wanted to see what they offered, ya'know...

it was okaay, i guess.
it seemed...nice.
people were, on the whole, a friendly lot.

oh, oH, OH!
guess what happened today?
the person who caught our attention at ri, like, a few months ago
we saw him today
actually, there're three of 'em
hahah
the bell-ringer, the food-server and the broad-shouldered person
hahhah

weird
we were walking through the interchange towards junction 8
and- lo and behold!- we met them at the traffic light
we'd only seen one of 'em at rjc
so it was a surprise to see the other two
we didn't know where the mrt station was, so we kinda... followed them there
hahah
stalkers ^.^
imagine if they had been heading somewhere else

anyways,
they were behind us when we were entering the gates-thingie
when suddenly i heard "sya... syar...syara...syaraf..."
my name was displayed boldly on my bag
i guess this is a consequence of that

what did i do?
i ignored them completely
(like i always do)
and tried to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible
i guess i won't be using that bag again anytime soon...

what's the difference between a caterpillar and a centipede?