Despite My Self-Imposed Ban

OMG I can hear my housemate having sex. All the moans and shit. So clumsy sounding, banging into the walls and the metal heater. He is unusually loud today. LOL

K back to studying. Although did you know that it's surprisingly hard to concentrate when you can hear every inch of pleasure they are giving and receiving? I did not. Until now.

When a crush turns bitter, from admirer to stalker

Tonight was supposed to be the final rush towards perfection for my lab report on visual search. I was 90% complete when a random guy (with somewhat of an attitude problem) that I've chat with before started messaging me on Facebook.

"I love it when you ignore me."

....ugh, really?

I have no need to justify this, but I do sometimes choose to pretend I've not seen one's FB message. It's so annoying, yes necessary, but annoying. I mean, I've got a life to lead! Anyway most of the times he messages me (at godforsaken 7am-like hours) I already am on the bed and it takes a bitch ass long time to load messages on an iPhone, so I don't bother. But when he commented once earlier in the morning (like 7am) I replied because.. er, wallposts load really fast. (Damnit I ended up justifying myself)

Anyway, he went on with his usual passive-aggressive (you have not seen passive-aggressive until you have seen him) self, being a real pain in the ass (not in a good way lah fuck off) and all so I told him that I had to go do work. Said I was sorry. He insists that I appear offline on FB chat. I would, just to get him to fuck off but I was discussing some work with some mates and fuck, he kept scolding and scolding and was so relentless on me being offline (fucking scary la wtf is it to you whether I appear offline or online). I eventually told him, "look, just delete me if you can't stand seeing me online on your list".

That was when it happened I think. When he started showing his scary, stalkery side.

It's 5.30am (typical, just finally done with my report! hurrah) and I'm not going to go into exact details but basically he went on and on and wouldn't let up and I realized then I was in danger if he actually used stuff on my FB and twitter and instagram against me so I blocked him. And also set everything to maximum privacy.

He started calling, and calling, and leaving whatsapp messages, and actual messages, and voicemails. Basically right now it has been about 2 and a half hours? And I've got at least 150 misscalls and about 100 mother fuckin creepy voicemails from a blocked number.

He was an old friend's of my housemate, and my housemate (the one who was having sex a few posts ago) told me about more of his history. Apparently, he's a pro at this. He's got restraining orders against him. He's been in court. He's on meds for depression and shit. And I realized then I was dealing with a literally crazy bastard.

Ugh.

Before turning all stalkery he had a crush on me. Did I lead him on..? No. My conscience is clear. From the very start I have made it clear I was attached and I wasn't looking for anything other than friends. And when he started flirting in the beginning I reminded him, once more, of my earlier disclaimer.

He still insists I lead him on though. Ugh, whatever. You know lah, crazy people. Piff.

The Bf won't be happy to hear about this. A police report was made but they need to hear an actual physical threat to take action. This guy really is a pro to know all the loopholes and shit. Tomorrow go change number.

This post is a mess, my story is only partially told but I honestly can't be fucked tonight (in more ways than one). All you bitches out there please pray I don't die or get stabbed randomly in public by some HIV-infected knife.

(And this is why I tell you to be careful what you share on Grindr/Jack'd, Leonut.)

(Apparently he recognized the tramstop in one of my housemate's pictures. Now he's sending voicemails saying repetitively saying 'I know you live near tramstop xx', 'I will be waiting at tramstop xx', 'I'll be watching you', and creepy sounds of random movies. Fml)

The Dilemmas I Face When I'm Too Free

So a few weeks back two of my straight friends (a couple) went with me to MP for k-pop night (it was boomz). While the boyfriend was chatting with the inevitable letdown (that's quite a mouthful lol) and his bf, the girl was dancing and I went to check on her while heading to the toilet.

She was dancing with this really hot guy. Handsome face, buff (but not overly buff) body.. omg jealous max. When she spotted me I shouted over the music to ask if she was okay. She said she was and winked at me... and then so did he.

"Your friend is very pretty!"

"I know right," I replied, turning towards my friend to catch her blush.

"You're very cute too," he said, before leaning towards me over the rails (I was elevated as I was on the stairs, while he was on the dance floor, regular MP attendees should know what I mean), and giving me a hug. He also snuck a kiss on my neck in. "My name's Kenneth!"

Caught off-guard but not to lose my cool, "So are you, I'm Kayson." I smiled the best I could (full on dimples and all) and he reciprocated with another. I said I had to go pee and I walked away reluctantly.

Soon after we were talking to this guy who somehow just sat down with us (D) and suddenly his friends arrived, all drunk and looked very much like they were about to pass-out. The guy from the dance floor was one of them.

That was the end of that night.

The other day while browsing (not stalking!!!!!) through D's FB timeline I spotted Kenneth.

Perhaps I'm too free, but these past few days I've been in a dilemma whether to add him or not! I mean, just to be friends, nothing more. What's the point, you ask?


HE'S FUCKING HOT LA

Akin to this standard, seriously. Stolen it off Eric's blog. Teehee

What do I doooooooo

An Awesome Weekend

So I went to Frangi(which Matt&friends have always raved on and on about) for the first time. With my Frangi virginity out of the way, I jokingly told Warren that I didn't have many virginities left. Some guy who overheard gave a knowing smile in respond, as if to tell me he was thinking the same thing I was thinking.

'I doubt that's a joke!'
-.-"

Original plan was to be at MP to support an event two of my friends were organizing. But with it being full of girls (or in Matt's words..lesbian hell), we escaped before the butches began strutting off their amazingly sculptured bodies. Most guys aren't that..manly. Damnit.

So yeah, that's how I ended up at Frangi in shorts and a really revealing singlet, with a bright red jacket to attract attention when I was desperate to cover up. But course around 4 shots of Vodka later I shed the jacket and started doing things I'd regret to remember(or rather, remember to regret) in the morning. And no, no X-rated shit.

Unfortunately. *sighs*

A fun night in all. Chatted with Trev at a nearby mamak before heading home. And I remembered a quality I used to appreciate in a guy that I have long forgo because I was desperate not to be alone while in a club and guys in clubs are either himbos or too-good-for-me(fuckers!) - depth.

Then it was Marketplace on Saturday. Believe it or not, I was actually reluctant to go and wanted to stay home and get some work done(or something). But I went anyway because I am an idiot with friends who forget they made me go just for them. Damnit.

But it was another fun night. The usual hanging out at its classy patio, a little more dancing than usual(OH lesbian night music was awesome and maybe the resident DJ learned a thing or two) and R with the sexy tattoo. Who doesn't realize he tells me I've gained weight every time he sees me. But I shall forgive for I am all pure and all mighty and he is hot and he has a hot tattoo and he offered to send me home.

The night came to an end with a kiss goodbye.

Just didn't wanna forget this fairly awesome weekend. A and I broke up a while ago, with reasons too complicated and meaningful to explain in the same post about when I was intoxicated so more on that later.

It's time to get back to the books.