Thursday, August 18, 2005

I feel like killing myself for being so dumb, no, why should I kill myself. I feel like killing that bast*rd. But I may not see him ever again. Then again, I don't care, I feel like killing somebody. Argh.

You see, I was returning home from training today, tired and sleepy after running 15 rounds round the Sports Hall. And then I got down bus 901 like usual, walked on as usual, time then was about 7.30pm. And then I walked and walked, telling myself I'll get a good night sleep tonight because I'll go to bed at 8pm.

And then I was around the void deck at Block 581, and this guy, at the most Sec Three (he was about my height), walked past me. And then he kept staring at me. I didn't think much about it then, thinking he probably mistook me for his friend or something, so I walked on.

And then when we passed each other, he bumped into me by the side, and his hand sort of brushed past mine, and his hand touched my erm, butt. =/ I took that as by-accident and just let it pass, because if he didn't do it on purpose, it'll be damn embarrassing to approach him, right? And so I walked on. I should have ran, darn.

After some time, I realised he was following me. And we were walking in two different directions earlier on. I saw shadows behind me but nothing similar to a stalker crossed my mind because duh, he looked so young! So I didn't give a damn, because I was thinking he can't possibly do anything to me.

Then when I passed my this public phone under the block, this darn guy bumped into me again, exactly the same way as he did previously, from the back this time, and he did the exact same thing as I said earlier. He then graciously picked up the receiver and posed like he was about to make a call.

I turned to him DUH. And the conversation went like this:

Me: (very very very very very serious tone) Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?
&*&%$!* guy: (very very very nervously, shaking his leg to appease his nervousness) Call lar.
Me: (stares)

He was holding a coin in his other hand. The phone requires a phone card.

Me: Call larh!!
&*&%$!* guy: (silence)
Me: You did it on purpose, I can call the police for that.
&*&%$!* guy: (shakes leg nervously)
Me: (deadly stare) You better watch out.

And then and then I WALKED AWAY!!!

I want kill myself for that larh!!! I let him off, just LIKE THAT!!! I didn't even give him a punch or two!! I should have just dragged him with all my strength to the police station, or pulled him by the collar while I phoned for my brother to come down to bash him up!! Walau!!! How stupid and dumb can I get!!! Argh! And I swear, if he ever shows up in front of me again, I'll make sure I beat him into what he deserves. How could I let him off just like that!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh~~ I'm so angry I feel like smashing the monitor. Darn guy, not even Jay's songs help now. WALAO.