Met the mother of all stooooooooooooooooopiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddd taxi drivers (or rather, Row met him whilst I was ranting and raving on the other end of the phone, screaming for her to put me on speaker phone, so that Ic ould give the dimwit a piece of my mind). I think he got freaked cos he told Row to get off his cab without paying the cab fare. Which was good. Cos if he had managed to find my office (Row was supposed to pick me), blood would have been shed. And I mean his blood. I have absolutely no patience for stupid cows who waste my time and test my patience. Like hello?!?!?!!?! Row boarded the cab at the Tampines library area, and after 15 minutes of whizzing around with the dick in a cab, she was still at the Tampines library area, with a cab fare of $7 to boot, when the destination was meant to read EXPO MRT STATION. Argh! Just thinking about it again makes me see red.

Bought new red underwear on Friday. And came home to find that my bestest friend, Ms Crimson Wave, had arrived. Bleagh.

Busy busy busy day yesterday. Ate too much at Elni's place. Ate too much at the temple dinner. Drank red wine with Mal, Annissa, Twee, Ben, Joshua. Think Mal and Annissa were knackered. I lurrrrrrrrrrrvvvvvvvveeeeeeeee this life. If only I could do this everyday, hehe...

But of course, because my life has to be so dramatic, the night didn't just end with me just falling asleep after a busy weekend. Met this strange freaky fucker who got off a cab in front of me, after Ben & Mal dropped me off at my place. I know he stays in the same area cos I've seen him a couple of times. Never paid any attention before as he's fugly and I have better things to do with my life.

Last night though, I felt like I was in a psycho-thriller film. He was eyeballing me with a vengeance after he was sure that Ben had driven off. He looked like he was gonna run after me and 1. rape me, 2. rob me, 3. murder me, 4. all of the above. Option 4 looked like it was gonna manifest right before my eyes (except that option 2 would not be viable cos I had like 6 bucks with me). Didn't help that like in all thriller movies, as I was frantically jabbing the lift button at the lobby, trying to dial Mal's number and look for my keys in the Amazon forest of my bag, all at the same time (because women are supposed to be able to multi-task), the lift was stuck at the bloody 11th floor, Mal couldn't really hear me on the other end and I couldn't find my keys.

Panic-stricken, I desperately tried to think if I had anything I could use to jab the fucker in the eyeballs, and if I should run towards the always-closed police post or just go up to him and demand why the hell he was hanging around doing what he was doing. Just as the lift (finally!) approached the first floor, Mr Scary said something indecipherable to me. And because I'm such a bloody idiot, I actually stepped back to try and figure out what he was saying. I even contemplated asking him to repeat what he said, but then decided to sprint back into the lift and jab the 'Close' button, whilst telling myself I'm too old to be staying out till so late at night.

I've never opened the gate with such force in my entire life. Neither has my heart pumped so quickly before. I felt sick in the stomach, and it wasn't even because of the wine. And of course, I am safe for now, just like in all thriller films. Yawn.

This city is unsafe. Girls should be allowed to carry parangs with them when they go out. Time for me to go look for something to put in my bag that might come in handy when I meet Mr Freaky himself again. Like a bazooka.