KRIS JASPER

Be informed that it was Sunday yesterday, and on that Sunday I decided to go to work for the day. And whilst at work for that day I perspired while pretending to be productive.


And more, I thought I would wear my pink TopMan striped/longsleeves shirt, and that light purple jumper from Gap, and that B/W neck tie with Winnie the Pooh prints on it (that I proudly bought in Robinsons Bacolod- so it is actually imported). In whole I look like this:







Also on that Sunday, my stalker sent me via MMS these photos:




My stalker took this when I was experiencing oculogyric crisis (aka: eyeballs spasm, upward).







This was when I was communicating with one of my staff. Please be aware that my stalker hid behind that green thing.





This I think was taken when I was in our back garden, gasping for air. Please be aware that my stalker hid behind that plant.

My stalker took that photo when I was smoking. My stalker is raking the fear and anxiety, and building up momentum; and I know anytime I will be attacked.

Still thinking that one photo wasn't enough, my stalker took another one. I feel like I was used. All of these for free?

I think this was taken when I was teaching Moving and Handling to one of my staff. Be aware that the stalker hid in the corner of the bungalow.

Imagine, this was the closest distance my stalker was with me. And I was unaware.

Today is Monday (Bank Holiday Monday, so it's like Sunday). This I took this morning. I wore that plain grey shirt and tie with Mickey Mouse prints. My ignorance to their previous comments of combining tie and collarless shirt is slowly working as no one made any remark today.

One just told me to hide from public.

Unbelievably, with little respect relinquished to my privacy, my stalker attacked again and zoomed to this incident. This was when I was talking to Maureen and Mandy about the poverty in Africa.

This is crucial, my life is currently characterized by anxiety. I dont think I am safe to go just anywhere.

I am being followed and I might end up in someone's den and this someone is surely mentally unstable;

I might get abused.

As if my life isn't traumatic enough.

Anyway, In all its defense, this is what's BEHIND THE SCENE:

Cheers to Olwyn, Mary Grace, Narinder, Maureen, Mandy and Chereece.

And thanks for always reading.