I am starting to think that I have nothing better to do than rant and rant and rant about the imperfection of Life. I mean, look at me. I'm in Maths, supposedly 'revising' but instead I'm blogging, and my troubles are no less diminished since my last outburst... Take a look at the major issue I have.

Issue No. 1: The Stalker a.k.a Fugly [I know I really shouldn't devote an entire post to him, but...he pisses me off sooo bad I just had to]

I first met him on the Qantas plane QF77, travelling back to Perth from the end-of-term hols. He looked like the regular, bespectacled dork with the exception of a few extra pounds. Knowing me, I spared him barely a cold glance and ignored him for the duration of the boring flight. Two weeks and one friend less, I met him at the Wesley social. It musta been Karma, y'know, do something horrible and you get something horrible. Us PLC girls were milling around like confused sheep, trying not to get lost amidst the crowd of Penhros *boo, hiss* skanks, and then whaddya know, there he is, right in my face. Obviously, my first response was to stare like a intellectually-challenged toddler. I immediately regretted that, for he waved and said "Ay, I remember you from the plane!" I was like... WTF!!! HIDE ME!!! Maddi obliged and dragged me off to the security of the PLC herd. Then came the word (uttered by a adult uneducated in the social anxiety of teenagers) that wrecked my life... "SNOWBALL!!!"

Needless to say, we all screamed and balked, shoving each other in our insecurity... So they play this slow song... which could have been One Love by U2 & Mary J.Bilge, or Unfaithful by Rihanna. Doesn't matter. ME, being the nerd, obviously had quite a bit of waiting to do before anyone asked me to dance. Just when I was contemplating grabbing some random and just dancing with him, Tyler (well, that's what it sounded like) came up to me and asked me if I wanted to dance. Being desperate, I obviously agreed... though it was quite awkward. It's like he had a problem with human contact!!! I was flushed like mad while we danced, 'coz we were trying to hold on to each other's waists like the rest and it felt so weird. After quite a while I began to feel a little uncomfortable, so we bid each other goodbye and practically ran in the opposite direction like the other person had the plague or somethin'.

After we had 'Snowballed', so to speak, I was once again partnerless, so I joined Maddi and Nikki lounging against the wall 'n stuff. But the infamous 'bug had me, and I had the sudden urge to stalk around the hall like some kind of predator looking for prey, which must have looked quite alright, since two more guys approached me =) The glaring wasn't intentional, of course, I was merely trying to look as if I was hunting down a friend. Those freaky teenage novels actually have tips that work!!! Soon I got tired of taking long strides and trying to make people think I was gliding across the floor, so I returned once more to the wallflower lifestyle, which was a welcome relief this time.

Who else should turn up at such an opportune moment than the Stalker? It was bad enough that he seemed to know me, and even worse that Maddi was making kissing motions in the background. Gritting my teeth, I decided to let him have one measly conversation with mighty moi. We ended up outside the stuffy hall and started talking about life in Singapore... yeah, I probably forgot to mention to you that he was from Singapore too. His dad owns the East Coast Seafood Centre *oohs, ahhs*, and I gather that his mum is a tai-tai. He went to Tao Nan... why did all the boys from Singapore go to neighbourhood schools??? Inevitably, I ended up letting more than monosyllabic answers escape from my mouth, and we exchanged numbers... only because I wanted someone to prank him, not for the OTHER reason. Oops... rewind... he bought me a lemonade waaaay before we talked properly, I think.

And now I can't be bothered to write anymore... way too distracted by the dolls project... =(
Okay, once more, I commence the 'goodbye' ritual...[one, two, three... action!]

Toodle-pip [and that's a wrap!]

Another confession @ 8:23 am