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The day I met Slipknot.

Friday, March 09, 2007

I was so freaking bored that I decided to drop by the library last night. I got myself four books and a chance encounter with Slipknot.

Honestly.

But that is not the point.

On my way back from the library, I saw a woman walking in front of me alone. Now just in case you people think that I am a stalker, I have to inform you that I am not interested in such hobbies at all. I do not stalk anyone. (Except you, Janice.)

Stalking people is so boring. I mean, it's just following someone to their house and going back to your own home afterwards. Where's the excitement in that? (Except when I follow Janice to Block 405 Admiralty Link #07... Oh you get the point.)

Now that you people are convinced of my innocence, I shall get on with my encounter. I was a comfortable distance away from the woman, but my persistent coughing and sniffing definitely announced my presence to her.

Perhaps as an additional way of announcing my presence, my left knee starting cracking every other step.

Here comes the One Man Band.

She started glancing back and I noticed that she was wearing a Slipknot tee. I also noticed that her expression was rather worried. She might be concerned that I am stalking her. I have to admit that, at that moment, I thought she was nuts. True, she looked like a Hollywood star, but unfortunately for her, that star happened to be Queen Latifah.

Anyway, she was just being presumptuous. I mean, just because a skinny, coughing, sniffing guy with a creaky joint is behind you, it doesn't mean that he is a drug addict trying to rob you, right?

Anyway, since Slipknot made an unlikely presumption, I decided to live with it. Everytime she glanced back, I pretended to look surprised and stare at something else. This sorta assured her that someone was following her.

As all coincidences go, Slipknot lived at my block. When I stood beside her, she glanced at me again. I gave her a smile, mouthed 'Hi' and started twiddling my thumbs. She started coughing nervously.

When the lift came, I boarded it first and held the door open for her. She appeared startled in this change of order and drifted into the lift. I made a point not to press the button for my floor.

Slipknot reached her level and went out. As the doors were closing, she turned and stared at me. I smiled and mouthed 'Bye', perhaps in a little menacing manner. Because I forgot to hit the button for my floor, the lift went down. I actually thought that this made the entire scene more believable.

Hopefully, Slipknot will learn her lesson and not pre-judge sick men who happens to follow her.

(Bye Janice!)

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