I Will Follow You

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"Stalking is a form of mental assault, in which the perpetrator repeatedly, unwantedly, and disruptively breaks into the life-world of the victim, with whom they have no relationship (or no longer have). Moreover, the separated acts that make up the intrusion cannot by themselves cause the mental abuse, but do taken together (cumulative effect)."

I tugged at my sleeve, peering at my wristwatch. Any minute now. Don't miss her. I kept my eyes fixed on the entrance. As if we have some telepathic connection, she walks in. No, scratch that. Nouvelle-Cordelia never walked. She sashays. She floats. Never walks.

"Jeanne! Come over here," Her friend calls from the other side of the room.

Jeanne? JEANNE? No, you idiot. Her name is Nouvelle-Cordelia! She's too pretty, too elegant for a normal name like Jeanne! Her long fingers flick her chestnut-brown wavy hair and she plasters on an award-winning smile before strutting over to her friends and seats herself at the head of the table. The Queen of Everything, always.

The first time I laid eyes on her was at the ice rink. She was practising for nationals, twirling and swirling all around the place. She had on the cutest red dress on with matching white boot-skates. The moment I saw her, I knew her name was Nouvelle-Cordelia. Her name just seemed to shine out from her. I just had to follow her. I couldn't help it. How can you not adore something so perfect?

I trailed her back to her big fancy house that day.

As I have been for the past few days. Just following, waiting, noting, admiring. I never got to hear her speak, always remembering to keep that safe distance.

But today is different. Today I have something to give her. The moment she rose, I followed. I have to tell her how much she dazzles me, I thought, trailing her across the little lanes and alleys. How much I think and fantasize about her. She will accept me, I know she will.

Wait, where the hell did she go? I'm sure she was just -

*Wham!* Luke swings the bat over his shoulder. "Whew! I guess you were right," Jeanne and her parade of friends stood peering uncertainly at the hooded figure on the pavement. "Err…well let's see who your admirer is, Jeanne," Luke got on his knees and unveiled the figure.

"Oh. My. Days," Luke whipped his head around.

"Jeanne, it's a girl."

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Obsession With HAIR

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All my siblings are a bit nuts. (I sound like I have three hundred, well I only have two xD)

When I was around three and she six, my sister Valerie used to LICK and SUCK my hair because, according to her, my hair was salty. Seriously. She sucked on it all day long like it was some kind of candy. And you think the stares and looks from the passerby's were bad? Try going through the whole day with SALIVA-SMELLING HAIR. On your head. With no where to run.

And then my brother Zachary seems to be teething at 12 years old. He has an obsession with biting people. When his biting mood comes on and I dodge his horrible jaws, he settles instead with biting my hair! UGH. He recently discovered that he likes the smell of my hair. And so my hair currently has to be on the lookout for his jaws AND nostrils!

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This Lent

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This Lent was excruciatingly Lent for me. Before this, my Lents never felt like anything different from normal days. Hmm. Maybe God only start sending you difficult Lents when you turn 17...

It all started when we lost the debate. Debate was like my baby, my special care and love. I had been praying weeks and weeks before it- not to win, but at least to do our best. But debate seemed cursed from the beginning. It was so complicated that I told Joshua, "Perhaps we're destined not to join this year." I think I was right. We did not perform our best that day. Far from it. I had no idea why my prayers weren't answered. Eventually I stopped asking why.

And then there was the issue with Poodle. I hate people spreading lies about our team. It seemed like every teacher was influenced by her and I was so mad that I was going to declare war. Gah.

After that there were the family complications. Which I would not elaborate.

But anyway, my Lent boiled down to the Easter resolution to be nice to everybody, especially those whom I cannot stand.

Hard. But I'm trying.

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Pride and Prejudice

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A few days ago Val manhandled me in front of her screen to watch Pride and Prejudice. I didn’t want to cause it sounded boring but oh my days I loved it so much I’ve watched it twice more since!

I find it really cool the way Elizabeth and Darcy shoot arguments at and insult each other, much like debate. And the pretty girls and their little actions make it all the more interesting. But most of all Mr Darcy captivates me. His character! (Though it did help that the actor was SO cute!)

And well, I think I have set my mind of what kind of guy I’ll fall in love with. Someone like Darcy who, seems cold and cool but is actually just shy. A guy who is super loyal, and rarely shows his emotions- except to the girl he loves, to whom he simply SHOWERS with affection. And spoils her! Hmm. Yeah, I’d definitely settle for a Mr Darcy!

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Why go tuition in November

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In answer to Ele Jong's question:

So today I went to PBK for tuition and surprise, surprise- only 4 people went. Ele said something is very wrong with me...

Well I guess so. The thing with me is that I cant stay in the house for too long- I get claustrophobic. If I stay at home the whole day, I get really really agitated and snappy and if I'm still stuck at home the next day, I go literally crazy!! I just need to go out and BE with lots of people and SEE lots of people.

Which is why I cant be a housewife in future. I'll kill my kids! And if I get house-arrested like Aung Suu Kyi, I'll D.I.E.

Seriously.

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Seniors' Graduation Day.

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So sad wei! Like seriously. Miss Law must have been freaked when both her MC started bawling like babies in the middle of the ceremony =.=

As was Daniel, I bet, when I hugged him and cried. LOL. I still remember the first day of school like it was yesterday- We were all lined up nicely as 1A, when Daniel and the other MCs started their "Selamat petang dan salam sejahtera..." assembly lines. I remember thinking, hey! That's so cool! I wanna do that too!! And here we are, with them leaving already.

And next year, it'll be OUR turn!! Gasp. Trying not to think about that....

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I'm a Half-half

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I realised that I'm a Half-half. I can't really describe myself using the normal adjectives like hardworking, neat, nor lazy or messy. Because I'm a bit of both. For instance-

I cant say I'm sociable, because although I like meeting new people and stuff, I'm normally the kind of girl who sits quietly in the corner and waits for people to approach her. Then again I'm not anti-social, because I'm really loud and talkative when I'm with my kind of crazy friends.

Sometimes I can't stand messy places, i.e Freda Chen's messy table at school, to the point where I'm willing to help her clear it up. And yet, I can't say I'm neat because even though the desk in my room is usually clean, there's mounds of clothing and books everywhere else!

I can't sing very well but can do a good rendition of Mulan's Reflections.

It takes a lot for me to get angry but when I do.......

I like doodling but it doesn't mean I'm good at art.

I can be very tolerant unless Zac starts slurping when he eats.

So you see? Adjectives don't stick with me. Except- I'm WEIRD!

=)

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