roll here roll there.

by the way, i'm supposed to be typing out my draping report and sewing my invisible zip. but oh what the heck. i realise that no matter where i go and/or what i do, stupidly embarrassing things will have a way of following me.

case #1 - mr pringles. i'm in the studio late at night. i'm standing right next to the door. i sense movement and hear some suspiciously human-like-door-opening noises, but i don't take much notice of it, though i'm quite definite that my brain has registered it somehow. the next thing i know is the security guard (they call him pringles, god only knows why) opening the door, [simultanously] i turn towards the door.

and what do we get?

my hysterical shriek/scream and pringles jumping back in terror/alarm/fright. pick one.

he's definitely in shock. after calming down, he tells me (in his nicest way EVER) not to be scared and not to scream, all this happens while i'm cowering on the ground, shaken from my bloodcurdling scream. all my classmates have also been shaken up, mostly by me, rather than pringles. it was a classic case of my brain registering something faster than my body. or maybe vice versa. either way, my nerves were not in synch.

case #2 - yet another pringles story. and so, as most horror stories start off, i was alone. *rolls eyes* what's new. i was coming out of the lift on the 3rd storey (note: it was pretty late). upon exiting the lift, i heard the sound of jangling of keys coming from my left. BUT THERE WAS NO ONE THERE! i panicked, obviously. slowly, i turned towards my left.

and i GASPED! damn loudly. it was pringles.

he, taking note of my familiar face once again told me there was nothing to fear. yada yada. but i, was a different nutcase altogther. supremely freaked out, I RAN OKAY. I RAN all the way back to the studio. feet pounding on the stone floor, flipflopping my way back. out of breath, i retold my sad story to the people in the studio, surprised by my sudden outburst of running power. and they laughed.

case #3 - that's what you get when you roll with it. and this happened TODAY. i had just had lunch with marie, yushan and lijing. i was waiting for the lift on the right, while they were on the left. me being me/stupid, i was holding up the famous charlie's angels gun-in-my-hand pose, leaning against the lift door. i was ready and all set to barge in with the gun in my hands, because i assumed IT WOULD BE EMPTY!

then i hear, 'ding!'. i look at the door, it has '1' lit up in red. i turn to my right, ready to roll into the lift. the lift door opens and who do i ROLL INTO? none other than YONG KIN! damn.

talk about humiliation. the shocked look on his face was enough to kill me. twenty times over. and it's not as if he was alone. TENG HONG WAS THERE!

FYI: if you don't already know, yong kin and teng hong are LECTURERS. yes, the L word.

at that exact instant, yushan calls out 'over here!' they had gotten into the other lift while i had gotten myself into total and complete humiliation.

so, with that ridiculous gun STILL in my hands, i roll away from yong kin (thank god i didn't roll into his arms or anything, just into his line of vision) and did an amazing combination of a roll/hop/skip/jump into the other lift.

as i try (and i fail) to hide myself from them, i can see their faces clearly (as i'm sure they can see mine). teng hong is very amused. so is yong kin. both are smiling (alot) at me as if i'm an idiot (which i admit I AM) i'm unsuccessfully ducking behind someone while yushan (thank you) whispers rushedly- [is there even such a word?] "close the door! close the door!"

i think they were all just as embarrassed as me. but once the lift doors were closed, they laughed their brains out. exiting on the 3rd floor, i could see them walking to the canteen below us. i could see them, which means they could see me. so i squealed and ran like a mad woman back to the comfort of the studio. the rest? still giggling behind me.

i quote lijing, "see lah. who asked you to roll here roll there."

:)

p/s: pauline! neh neh ni poo poo!