Stalked!
I have NEVER blogged this often in a day, and yes, this time the title does pertain to events that occurred that really freaked me. So there.
"Jewish proverb: Rejoice not at thine enemy's fall - but don't rush to pick him up either"
- quote quotationspage.com
How interesting.
And here's another from my dear conductor, who wished to challenge our prides by posing the moste difficult question,
"Bands are like students. So, are you an 'A' Band or an 'F' Band?"
To which I reply,
"I think the world is run by 'C' students"
- quote Al McGuire, quotationspage.com
Oh well.
But I digress. I was stalked (YES I WAS) by a most frightful looking being of the male gender and, considering his posture and the presence of an opposable thumb, was probably the same species as well!
Comparatively speaking, if Lee Jun Ren was a lustrous, well-upholstered sofa seat, he would be that annoying piece of gum underneath it. Seriously. And the constant staring didn't serve to improve my opinion of him (not that it was exactly A+ anyway. durf) either.
A brief walkthrough this uncomfortable experience should prove satisfactory.
1) i take 166 outside school, and the stalker gets on around PSA there. AIYEEE!
2) around harbourfront, his eyes are glued on me (thin lipped smile inclusive... i envision myself puking blood)
3) drop off, and he follows. unexpected? i don't think so.
4) managed to detour him at the mama shop by pretending to look at newspapers. he goes in, i sprint. and oh damn he catches up again. goes to the SAME door as me to wait for the train.
5) sits DIRECTLY opposite me. do I actually seem to be reciprocating here?
6) he gets off at outram park. *sigh*
So there. Terrible, isn't it? A few points that, on my part, I hadn't considered though...
- Making eyes at him on the bus: It was an accident! TV mobile was interesting, he was in the way, and the sunlight was making me squint and blink! No, honestly!
- Playing hard to get: I DON'T THINK SO! WHAT ARE YOU, SICK OR SOMETHING?
So I escaped. Maybe I should have gotten an AngPao first.
"Jewish proverb: Rejoice not at thine enemy's fall - but don't rush to pick him up either"
- quote quotationspage.com
How interesting.
And here's another from my dear conductor, who wished to challenge our prides by posing the moste difficult question,
"Bands are like students. So, are you an 'A' Band or an 'F' Band?"
To which I reply,
"I think the world is run by 'C' students"
- quote Al McGuire, quotationspage.com
Oh well.
But I digress. I was stalked (YES I WAS) by a most frightful looking being of the male gender and, considering his posture and the presence of an opposable thumb, was probably the same species as well!
Comparatively speaking, if Lee Jun Ren was a lustrous, well-upholstered sofa seat, he would be that annoying piece of gum underneath it. Seriously. And the constant staring didn't serve to improve my opinion of him (not that it was exactly A+ anyway. durf) either.
A brief walkthrough this uncomfortable experience should prove satisfactory.
1) i take 166 outside school, and the stalker gets on around PSA there. AIYEEE!
2) around harbourfront, his eyes are glued on me (thin lipped smile inclusive... i envision myself puking blood)
3) drop off, and he follows. unexpected? i don't think so.
4) managed to detour him at the mama shop by pretending to look at newspapers. he goes in, i sprint. and oh damn he catches up again. goes to the SAME door as me to wait for the train.
5) sits DIRECTLY opposite me. do I actually seem to be reciprocating here?
6) he gets off at outram park. *sigh*
So there. Terrible, isn't it? A few points that, on my part, I hadn't considered though...
- Making eyes at him on the bus: It was an accident! TV mobile was interesting, he was in the way, and the sunlight was making me squint and blink! No, honestly!
- Playing hard to get: I DON'T THINK SO! WHAT ARE YOU, SICK OR SOMETHING?
So I escaped. Maybe I should have gotten an AngPao first.
St. Irony has spoken @ 19:09
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