I think Tom cruise may be right despite his obession for scientology.
Aliens do exist.

And guess what??

They are on earth. In human form.

You see, i'm not crazy. I'm just jumping up and down on Oprah winfrey's couch as i speak.

I do have evidence.

And here's the truth.

On 31st March, a monday, i was havin lunch with wenqi and "ms stalker" after the first half of marketing revision at mega bites, and we encountered the first e.t.

As we were joking around, this creepy man sittin behind me, with white hair cut in the very fashionable shape of your noddle bowl, suddenly passed a piece of drawing to wenqi.
He actually drew her, with his self-written chinese poem printed at the back of the paper. And so, i realised, he's a writer and a poet.

Now now, i'm not stereotyping that all writers and poets are somewhat cranky to an extent, but seriously, sometimes, they REALLY are a little *points to head*, well, "off".

He was braggin about a small published book of chinese poems about the philosophy of life that he wrote, and claims, that he can answer ALLLLL kinds of questions if you ask him. He even proclaimed that he hopes his works will be used 1000 years later like other legends in the like of Wu bai, or Du fu, and possibly madonna.

Ehh???

Wu bai is the taiwanese singer is it?? HAHAHAHA

Ssssorry. My bad. Well you know who i'm referin about, the chinese guy from tang dynasty that created the famous Quang qian ming yue guang, yada yada poem.

Yeah, and he hopes to be one.

At that point, i was lookin at him in disbelief, raising my eyebrown like this -_~
busy lookin on the ground. Tryin to find where his screw has gone to of course.

The moral of the story is,
I actually entertained him. In a little disbelief of wenqi and "ms stalker", by askin him questions like,

"ohh! So why do men relentlessly pursue after success like it's never enough" or something along that line. I forgot what he said. But it pretty much contained about the "external forces spinning around the earth and the big ol' universe" and "out of our control" and that i couldnt listen to his bulls*** any longer.

So well, i tried to end his insanity from flowing into mine by stupidly leavin my phone number AND email in his little scatch book which he boasts has korean and Arab and timbaktu people around the world askin him questions in it.

Yes, I am a dumbass.

So the very next day,

a bright and cheery and fresh morning, as i was doing my work,

Beep! My mobile receved a message.

"Lois, do u know that a ufo is sighted in singapore? Have you watched the news?"

An unknown number.

My first reaction was- wahh!
Second reaction was- sure or not?
Third reaction was- not april fool's day joke is it?
Fourth reaction was- who the hell is this person?

And so i replied,

"Sure or not?? That's cool man! But this is not april fool's is it?? lol. Btw, i lost your number, so may i know you are..??"

"No u cannot know know who i am. But i know u. U are lois right? I'm f4."

HUHHHHH?

F4?

BUAHAHHAHAHA. That's so cheesy. And...a little creepy.

"F4...uh huh. The alien from up there right?? Wahh so mysterious ahh. Dont make me cry from laughin man! LOL."

And then, as i was smiling at how entertaining some of my friends are,
it suddenly dawned on me that it could be the writer!! (cos i left a note in his book askin why do people seek to explain the unusual, just to entertain him a bit)

Gasp!

Omgomgomgomgomg.

I messaged a future sage "dont make me cry from laughin man". How smart.

Fingers crossed that he DONT reply me,
the next 5 seconds later,

he did.


"I'm already crying from laughin. woman! Which outerspace u come from? I'm from meteor garden! So u still inside the ufo?"

OH MY FREAKIN HUALALA.

Somebody please tell me it is creepy enough that i made him laugh.
So i thought, might as well just blow his cover there and then. That's it.
No crazy game for crazy men no more.

"Yes, i'm still inside. Ohh, you are the writer from the food court right??"


At that moment, my palms are sweating. If a 'yes' answer appears, that's it man. Trauma foreva~!


And to my horror of my horrorpops,
The freaky writer continued to play..

*cue eerie creepy background music*

"Oh why not u come out to meteor garden n meet me now? Since u're still inside. come on! Let's have fun."


A freak AND a pervert.


MUMMY!!!!


"ok..i dont know why i'm still entertaining you, but why not you give me your meteor add and i'll come. haha."



On the verge to call any help possible,

he finally replied.

*cue Louder eerie creepy background music*


"ok la..This is miss liew kaili kelly.."




Wahh lao!! LOL. Damn it woman. You got me there man. Only cos the creepy man appeared yesterday. And yes, only kelly will think of such cheesy f4 name lohh. hahaha.

So my fellow aliens,
next time you encounter a person with a bowl cut hairdo walkin around askin you to ask him any questions. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

He/she could be anyone, anyhow, anywhere~~.

Anyhow, it may be a little late to say this but,

Le poisson d'avril people!


And ohh.

P.s. Good luck for your surgery dearr lorraine. May the force be with you.
*puts up e.t. handsign*
;)