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[	music	|	Masu Misairu - Ima made nandomo	]

Mama has just tried to have a "mother-daughter" talk with me. While the thought is nice, me and my mother do not exactly have a lot in common which is why I cannot relate to her easily. Despite this she wants to pry her way into finding things about me. Mind you I suppose this was a little more subtle than the previous queries about my two-week illness [which I still don't know what is]. Examples of the questions asked would be things like "Are you taking drugs?" and "Are you pregnant?"

So I went in her room and she lay down on her bed with the T.V. on obviously trying to create a comfortable atmosphere, whereas i sat down on the edge facing away from the T.V. (I don't watch it anymore anyway).

She was reminiscing about her childhood and her mother (who is dead). She getting emotional so I began to think Crap! What have I gotten myself into?? Theres no way to leeeave!

It was akward to begin with but I basically had to break down in pieces my problems to her.

1. Being sick, not on drugs.
2. Changing my work hours
3. Quitting the last weeks of my old college.
4. Trying to enjoy my holiday before I begin at a new college.

Of course it took her a while to fully understand everything I said, which is excatly why I tell my friend Jade all my problems and what not. Because Jade and I are on such a familiar level and we are very similar. Also I'm lazy and will only tell it to one person. So wah, mama, I'm old enough to take care of my own problems now. I know she's just concerned, but she really only adds oil to the fire with the way she handles things.

ANYWAY!! Todays Molestable:

Johnny:

If there were to be a king in my college that king would've been Johnny. Johnny is mighty-fine and he knows it. Everybody in the school follows his lead. He's not particularly a trend-setter but he is a born leader. He would probably sleep with both men and women if they were on his level of beauty. There was a preiod where he was going out with a less attractive girl (whom we called Crabs) and he was known as "Mr. Sylphilis" for this betrayal. But Johnny threw her aside as a king might. The only bad thing about Johnny is his sense of fashion. An example of what he has worn is a gold quilted-blazor thing like something out of the musical Grease. Luckily most of the time he was in his uniform so this was rarely a problem.

[	mood	|	sick	]
[	music	|	v6 - arigatou no uta	]

Lately my stomach's been hypersensitive. I say hyper because its sensitive normally. I can't normally have spicy food or anything remotely hot in temperature, nor can I have large amounts of food or greasy food because it all makes me sick. But these days I can seem to keep barely anything down. Maybe I've got a tapeworm...that would be so awesome!

Today's Molestable!!

PaoPao:

PaoPao is Shuu's friend. Where Shuu would be the moon, PaoPao would be the sun. He is Chinese [another] and radiates energy. He calls himself the Kung-fu master and who am I to argue with him? He has a lovely healthy figure and although is a proud China man he tends to eat too much crap, eg. chips, curry, mars bars. I also noticed recently that he has a helluva lot of zips on his trousers and bag. I'm always tempted to just run over and zip them all down [for various reasons]. Despite me always wanting to jump Shuu I'm sure that PaoPao, who is named after a sort of punching noise, would kick my face in. Woo!

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Po:

Po is also chinese. For the hell of explaining things I will call all Eastern Asians "EANS" pronounced ey-ons. Po is in year 10 when i was in year 13. Three years younger but my god if he isn't mighty fine! Everything about him is meaty. He ass looks delicious, as do his thighs and back. I could just cream mah knickers thinking about him. He always comes down to the canteen halfway through lunch so I get to see his gorgeous jaw at work [its really nice]. He resembles a young Andy Lau. Luckily for me and my friend, we discovered that he walks the same way home as we do. To my delight this was the way we found out where he lived. Po has an incredibaly cute unbroken voice which is accented when he speaks in Chinese, which makes me and my friends break out in a fit of squealing.

Now, me and my friends noticed Po about a year ago and had been his fanclub theresince. We were there when he was still finding friends to settle with! Sing it, sista! We were there when he had no self confidence! Halleluja! We made sure he knew we loved him! Praise the lawd! And now-! Other females are beginning to notice out Po...He's in a dangerous situation...We will no longer be able to protect him! So we are having to think up new strategies.

Po no. 2 & Po no. 3:

These are the two elder brothers of Po. [Wow! And I thought Po alone was mighty fine!] They seem to get more and more mighty fine as they get older. Po no. 2 looks exactly like Po except more fine and with more spots. Po no. 2 is the one always helping out the family, giving them lifts in his car, shopping etc. He's the family man whereas Po is more of a Western influenced boy. Po no. 3 tops them both. He is gorgeous! No spots and goes out late at night. He's the creme de la creme. Mmm.

When I find my Yearbook I'll scan in pictures. Huhuhuh.

I thought I'd start this journal to record the things I've been wanting to say but am not old fashioned enough to write down on paper.

Firstly - a little about myself.

To put it bluntly I would be either classified as a stalker or a pervert but most likely both. So I will create a new word - this new word will be "STALVERT". Indeed I am amazing. Now most people think that most stalverts are men and who am I to wave statistics in your face? But I am a girl. It's quite sad - I'm 18 and I think if I was a guy I'd be walking around with a totem pole in my trousers all the time [14 inches, mind]. But I'm not unhappy because I get to see my "molestables" practically everyday at college. Ah but the bad bit is now I've finished college. For various reasons I am retaking my A-levels in another college so thats 2 years more and maybe I'll find new victims. But they'll never replace the originals...

A little about the originals:
[for the time being I will use their code names [thats right there are more stalverts like me and we almost formed a group and used these codenames] as apposed to their real names [which I do know].

Shuu:

I have a thing for oriental guys. I won't explain it now but Shuu is Chinese. He's got porcelain pale skin and pretty black hair that falls in his eyes. He's like a beautiful doll. He never eats in college and barely talks. When he does talk I can't reeeally make out what he's saying but I squeel in delight anyway. He's in the skater crowd in college but is definately more refined than the others. He looks like he's be more suited in a tea ceremony or flower arranging or something. And because he's in the skater crowd his long shirts and baggy jeans make it very hard for me to see the outline of his ass. ¬_¬ But he also wears those [as I call] "cartoon shoes". You know - they look really big and he walks really cute so I just wanna molest him or something! My Son is luckily part of that crowd so one day I just blurted out "Tell me everything you know about the pale one." And since then he has become my ninja in finding out little things for me that will make me happy. An example of this would be finding out his favourite food. Apparantly the conversation went like this:

My son: What's your favourite food?

Shuu: ...[thinks].......rice.

My son: Any...kind of rice?

Shuu: ...[thinks].........just rice.

How refined. ^___^

My Son:

My son is not a molestable. Neither is he actually my son what with there only being one year difference. He is however a really sweet polite boy who gets along with everyone so I thought if he was my son I'd be so proud of him. So he ended up being called "My Son" and he knows this though because he has to call me "Mama". He is now my ninja in finding out things about Shuu.

Well realising how many molestables there are I've decided to post a few bit by bit. That's all for today.