You know after so much hard work at A levels I thought we really needed this long 10 months break to rejuvenate ourselves.
But how are we supposed to live when we're 18 going on 19 and too shy to still be accepting pocket money from my papa?
I had to be employed.
So I'm stapling away my life at work everyday.
If you ever thought that 50 over pages of worksheets were stapled together by machines,
You're wrong man.
Every single set of worksheet and notes are stapled by hand, sheets are assembled by hand.
This stapling thing is on-going, never-ending and makes me want to slap the teachers la.
It takes whole hours just punching the stapling handle and assembling the sheets.
After finally putting the last of 240 sets together another subject's worksheets come along.
I really hate it.
Why am I wasting my life like that.
The only good thing that came out of this is my increased depth of patience.
Many times I wanted to shout, 'WTF ANOTHER SET AGAIN?!'
I soothed myself by taking deep breaths reminding myself that I chose this job.
Thats about it la.
Anyway my stalker found me at the school bustop and starting his monologue with me.
What made me respond was the shocking revelation [for me] and confession [for him, sort of ] that he was truely stalking me.
He started asking me what block I stayed in, so I lied to him that I stayed in another block.
He contemplated for a while, then he asked, 'Do you stay on the eleventh floor?'
That really made me mad.
I asked him in an accusing tone how he knew because I wanted him to say that he'd been following me home, that a*shole.
His answer made me vomit blood.
'My friend stays on the 12th floor of your block. When I walked down the stairs that time from his house I saw you.'
?!
Can he please stop saying nonsense.?
It got me worried as he now knows my exact address.
For all I know this person might be taking position at the block opposite my house with a pair of binoculars.
We all know how my sister and I are like, we undress spontaneously sometimes just to scare my mother and we don't wear clothes all the time.
Frankly I can't wait to leave that school and that stapling.
I don't want to meet that freaky boy.
oh gosh the stapling eeek.
♥Bid Farewell
I can't believe Chinese New Year is here already.!
Means I have 4 days of holidays! Away of parents' phone calls, away from smelly naughty boys and away from my very own stalker!
HAHA.
I'm so happy that I've made concrete plans for the weekends already - spend time with my television in my favourite rattan chair.
Anyway its time to update about My Very Own Stalker.
Since the first time we met until today, he has been quite efficient in following me to the bus stop after school. Bravo to him!
Except the few times when I deliberately stayed back late to play tennis with some other teachers, when I took another route and when another teacher gave me a ride to the Mrt station.
Even the stalked has to take a break you know.
Yesterday and the day before I saw him loitering around my neighbourhood looking around in a very suspicious manner.
See my goosebumps?
Anyway today I met him AGAIN at the bus stop near my school.
There was no way I could avoid him.
So he started talking to me. I mean he started asking me questions.
'When are A's released?'
Me, "Tsk. I dunno."
After a long silence, 'Which were the subjects you got A1 for?'
Me, 'Huh. I dunno.'
Which is the stupidest answer, how can I not know how many A1s I have for O's.
He continued asking a series of questions which I can't remember because I was looking at the cars whiz pass and thinking, what the fuck is wrong with this stalker.
I said I dunno so many times that he shook his head in a omg-why-is-she-so-shy manner.
I AM NOT SHY AT ALL. I JUST DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND.
Which there is no reason why at all.
If there has to be a reason,
I'm autistic you see.
I only have 2 friends.
And my favourite hobby is to wrap myself in quilt and rock myself in the corner of the room.
I've to admit its partly, or mostly my fault that this poor person became My Very Own Stalker.
I gave him my email.
So stupid I can't believe I did that.
The second time I met him he sat beside me, asked me for my name and fiddled with his handphone which he tried to take out as inconspiciously as possible.
I panicked when I saw it. Not the handphone please, not the handphone.
I held my breath as he said, 'What is your.... msn?'
I was so relieved that he wasn't one of those I'll have to say, 'I didn't recieve your sms. When did u send it?' Give me some credit.
Sometimes I REALLY didn't receive the sms.
Back to the msn thing, I gave him my email add.
BIG MISTAKE.
With the email address he can become more a more informed stalker via the Friendster.
Imagine his face if he gets to read this.
I think my life will be in danger.
Labels: Stalker
♥Bid Farewell
