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Freaky Thursday!
I’ll make an exception to this entry…
Thursday, February 1, 2007 is a must-not-and-NEVER-to-remember date! I was on my way to (Ate Dinah)’s office when suddenly a man trailed behind me. It was only 7pm and the place where I usually pass (it’s a parking lot at the back of Isuzu and Honda Alabang) was almost deserted. Honestly, I hate seeing shadows lagging from behind. It makes me think that somebody’s following me and has a “bad motive” to me. It gives me the creeps really.
So, as I was saying, I saw his shadow and I tried walking faster. Kinabahan ako ‘coz I can still see his shadow moving as fast as mine. I turned to look at him and he stopped. I looked at his face (I was assuming maybe he’s someone I’m familiar with) and to my surprise, he was the guy whom I crossed the street with. Actually, he went past me when we’ve crossed the street and headed off to other direction. So talagang kinabahan ako! So I kept on walking faster and thinking at the same time of what self-defense I could do.
Then, I heard him saying,
“Miss! Miss!”
and some words which I don’t understand (he’s got a provincial accent).
I turned to him again and said (in my mataray voice),
“Ano?”.
He held his shirt up. I looked at his waist. And asked him again,
“Ano yun?”.
He was still holding his shirt up and was pointing at his waist part again. I thought hoholdapin nya ako but I can’t see any balisong or a hand gun to the part where he is pointing at. I looked at it again and suddenly, I realized he was pointing to his penis. It was half-shown, half-hidden!
He told me, “Hawakan mo..”
and he was walking towards me again.
I was so shocked and I almost freeze on my spot. Then, I ran as fast as I could. Buti na lang I was wearing flat shoes. I ran hard and was almost crying. I didn’t turn to look at his direction again.
Because of that fu*@ing incident, I think I had a trauma. Oh God, I won’t be able to walk along our streets alone anymore. Waaa! I hate that maniac. If ever I see him again, I’m gonna slap him and ask someone to cut his dick.
For that pervert: “Fuck you.”