Sorry if this would appear a bit short, I am so tired, dry, and sleepy. I just want to share what happened to me just earlier this freaking night.
So after participating at the revision of every crappy load in my school, my tropa, and together with the I, decided to go to Mall of Asia then make a little tambay at Armand's house. Oh kei, we all loved the fact that we were given the chance to make tambay after not being able to see each other for jurassic years already since the end the controversial third term. We ate Pancit Canton, courtesy of our mommy Aleizza, and drank Chinese-style Iced tea, that was especially made by Armand. After all the siestas and the stuff, it's four and we just did what we've been planning to do.
Atcha's Grill... Infinit was exceptional and so did the Mindoro Sling... Alright, I so gotta admit that the Hotshots drink was a bit deficient. Yuuuck. It tasted like ewan. Hours later, we decided to practice.. Ohhhhh..
Darkness, shadows, and rays of light embraced the surrounding... which signaled us that it's the perfect time to go home. Ohhhh, I'm a person who is so used to go home alone... and I hadn't had any thoughts that I might face obnoxious people along the way. Iris and Aleizza took a bus ride heading to EDSA which was so out of my way. And theeeen, I took the one going to LRT Buendia. The bus, that appeared to be kind of neat and well-ventilated, was assumingly safe. Well, not.
The SO-FAR freakiest situation I faced..
I was sitting at the last five rows at the back where passengers like me relaxed and waiting. People who were really unfamiliar started to get-off the bus in front of the Caltex Station just meters away from my destination when a man, looking suspicious, untidy, who at first was glancing at the back took the seat adjacent ( right side, I was on the left side) to where I was sitting. I was shocked when HE STARTED TO UNBUTTON HIS PANTS AND PLAYED HIS OWN "CENSORED"... He was hugely staring at me like he wanted me to do it with him. HELL NOOO! At his first strokes, I planned not to pay any attention, though such is pretty automatic, since I was really near to my destination. At last! I was going down when he covered his with an untidy and horrible work-bag and blocked my way out. Unlucky for me, he pushed me back to my seat and sat right next to me. Seconds had passed, he pointed something like a bread knife at my lower abdomen. I was really uneasy and didn't know what to do and all I found that I could use was my brilliant facial gestures so people could help me out. Still, the man hadn't stopped doing an icky thing. So I did react, the kuya conductor, perhaps, realized that something wrong was going on. He went towards us, and thank goodness, the mad man concealed his knife with his bag and covered his *censored* with his white shirt under a yellow polo. It was the chance for me to either run to the front or tell the incident to the bus conductor. The craziest guy I ever encountered stood up and transferred to the seat on the other side since he realized that the conductor was coming. I hurridly stood and whispered the words "Thank you kuya for saving me" to the kuya conductor. He said in fast verses, "ingat sa susunod." Hellll, I saw the mad man did get-off at exactly the same location where I was at. Good thing I never felt he was there, I was safe, I was in front of La Salle where busy people, including policemen, students like me, etc., were walking. It was really traumatic! I am really thankful that God did not allow something bad to happen.
