following me ain't gonna make you a success.
i'd never have thought it possible to be stalked, and i've been proved unbelievably wrong.
yes, i've got a stalker.
a pretty insane old -granted, he's not that old. early 30s i suppose?- biddy who chat me up at the mrt station some day last week while i was waiting for my maid who's ever so slow to bring me an unbrella.
and with all civility, i was nugged into this polite conversation with him -fyi, i loath polite conversations with weird people. some people just have the flair for giving out werid vibes-. you have no idea how relieved i was to see my maid.
and so i thought that was the end of the encounter and that i could wipe that plastered -almost frozen- smile off my face. but nooooo....he requested -more like insisted- that i share my brolly with him because he'll fall ill if he walks in the rain. as stunned as i was, i couldn't think of an excuse to reject his request there and then, so up went the plastered smile again, and i told him he could only share the brolly till we're outside my condo's gate, then he'd have to make his way back on his own.
i was about to make a mad dash into the condo when we were at the gate but he just kept on talking, and talking, still talking, never did stop talking, and did i mention more talking?
well yes. he all but told me his life story.
i'm fairly certain he bullshitted me with almost everything he said. his name was probably not a registered one either.
he happens to have held jobs as "a tutor, an engineer, a teacher, an insurance agent...." probably a whole long list on his CV. yet he doesn't look anything like a professional.
what convinced me that he was a liar, and a pretty bad one at that, was when he said he was a secondary school teacher -didn't mention the name of the school- and had a nineteen year old student who wrote him -believe it or not- LOVE LETTERS. oh ya and he was an english teacher. but trust me. his command of the language was pretty much drowning in mud, if not already. MOE ought to shut its doors if they ever did employ him. and back to the love letters, the student -if she exists- must be blind AND deaf to write him love letters -in brile probably- because in terms of looks, he'll blend in well at the coffee shop, and like i said, language isn't his strong suit.
oh and supposedly, he travels a lot to europe, where the girls take initiative to ask him out all the time. oh boy....this guy is either in delusion or has a hell of an imagination. and apparently he only hangs out with ang mohs even in singapore because he feels more at home with them. erm...that's a thought to ponder on.
oh yes. and he invited me to godknowwhathisnameisbecausehe'ssomechinesedude's concert. he offered to buy me a ticket and i just stared with wide-eyed wonder.
oh and when it finally stopped raining -yes. he won't let me walk away until like half an hour later, after the rain stopped. even then, i had to shake him off like a dog out fresh out of water-, i told him for the last time i had to go and that he could contact me. obviously i intented to give him a fake number until he whipped out a something that held an uncanny resemblance to a toy phone.
yep. crazy i know. so i just played along, "keying in" some number when he asked me what it was verbally. so obviously without a phone he couldn't possible remember any numbers right? WRONG.
with that thought, and being lazy, i just rattled off my number really quickly so that i could run as far as i possibly could after that.
oh and i've seen him around the vicinity after that, but hurried off as quickly as my legs could take me.
and you see, because i didn't believe he could remember my number i rattled off my real one. BUT....i guess gisella was right. he probably studied too hard he went crazy.
YESTERDAY, i received 5 missed calls from some unfamiliar number. and people, i don't answer calls from numbers i don't recognise unless i have a clue where it's coming from. so then he started MESSAGING me. almost 20 messages in a short span of 15 minutes from singtel's free internet sms.
read and go figure. this is from a guy with whom i was all but forced to have a polite conversation with, and met only ONCE.
note: the following are the EXACT messages. there are no spelling or typos on my part. be appalled with his language. be very appalled. disgusted works well too.
his messages. my disgust.
10:16pm
hi Jerine! it's me dixon. Long time no see. How are you? he speaks as if we're the chummiest friends. not that long in my opinion, nor as long as i hoped.
10.17pm
U need not to reply me as i just want to make u feel that someone is talking to u. i've got no comments. go figure.
10:17pm
Maybe i feel a bit bored rather than u. no shit sherlock.
10:18pm
I hope you can get flying colours in your exams.
10:19pm
Also i just hope u still can remember me that day & also your umbrella to prevent I'm getting wet.
believe me, i'd rather suffer from alzheimer's. and the whole i'm getting wet thing? it'd better meant "me getting wet" instead of what it reads literally.
10:19pm
Actually on the day, I'm thinking of how to be your friend after that incident.
10:21pm
but u know that u r still studing and i'm working. So we're in two different world.
yes i know and i'm counting on him to have a lightbulb moment and realise it too.
10:22pm
don't mind I'm using the cmputer to type instead of hp because of convenient and also larger screen.
trust me when i say his command of english is pretty much awful?
10:23pm
If let's say my messenge is going one way. I also don't mind because this depend on our fate and destiny.
now THIS message freaked me out. oh and messENge isn't a typo. there are more where they came from.
10:24pm
I just wonder where are the old days meeting a frend and chat whatever u want and going out together?
if you didn't know better you'd think he was my kopitiam kahki.
10:26pm
I don't know but I will miss that times and wonder what type of life u now in because I can see school life got more friends than working.
he "will miss that times"?! and yes. i've got friends and don't need another like him thankyouverymuch.
10:26pm
don'y u think so.
10:27pm
sorry about the long messenge I sent instead of shortform because i want u 2 get what I written.
futile attempt. still don't get it.
10:28pm
If time permit, I hope to stay on that day talking to u once again. To know about u and chat anything u liked.
given a chance, i would have traded this very fine oppotunity with the devil's advocate.
10:30pm
Thank u 4 to take time reading my messenges if you see them and Hope everything fine with u.
10:32pm
I got to go now, maybe hope to hear from u soon!!Chorous & Cheers!! did call u but no one answer the phone.
i sure can hear the chorous of hallelujah. oh and perhaps Martin Luther King jr's "free at last, free at last. thank god almighty, we're free at last."
life just got a little weirder and interesting didn't it? gisella and the lovelies got a good laugh from reading them.
anyways, i've got lots of updates to make and lots of pictures that i'm waiting for, so i'll update when i feel like it. but then again, the stuff that i wanted to update on would have been oh-so-passe so we'll see.
and i'm off to copy my econs corrections (x5) just because i failed by a few marks. i'm starting to think i've got THE most sadistic teacher that ever walked the planet.
happy birthday adriene! a belated one to jayne, mr lim, ms de, tim, and sheereen :)
and yes, sheer's version of the extended brithday song is stucked in my head.
jerine