You wouldn’t believe what happened to me yesterday. Well, I had my second encounter with a gung-ho “horndog” (as Weltsch would like to call “it”). I caught him touching me and I didn’t let the chance go of beating him up to bleed unlike the first time when I got so shocked to react. I didn’t actually inflict much pain on him (sa lagay na yun) as what I intended. I wish I had poked his eyes with my pen. If I had a knife, I would have stabbed him. Really. It wasn’t the first time that I went screaming mad. Definitely not the first time that I was thristing to kill someone and slash off his balls. It was only right to direct the limelight towards him. By the look on his face, I guess he’s used to it. Nevertheless, it was the rush of relief that I needed and the satisfaction of finally being able to do what is right. What a worthless piece of shit.
So I resolved it by taking the cab every morning. Not because I think it’s safer but I because I wouldn’t have to deal with a multitude of psychopaths. God, the thought of it still makes me shiver. *shekitoff*
Whoa. Surprise! Surprise! I’ll see him again. 
An instant flash of smile. A brigthened mood. And a pair of burning cheeks. Sheesh. =p
