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Friday, August 10, 2007

♥ that creepy guy in ayala

Okay so this happened last Sunday in Ayala, it was already around 830pm and I was alone, walking and contemplating and walking and contemplating some more… and I remember cheekily grumbling about when Kamiseta will open once again. Then I noticed that someone was following me, so I stopped and he overtook, and stopped right in front of me. Okay before you think this is some psycho-thriller fantasy that I have, it isn’t. It really did happen to me and it was creepy. So yeah let’s go on with my story… Ummmmm he was around 30 something and stubby, and then he said ‘You look familiar… I think we’ve met before.’ Yeah, in your dreams, asshole. I ignored him but then he kept on coming on… ‘Hey, where’d you go to school?’

‘STC.’

‘Ahh, so that’s why you looked familiar! I have lots of friends who study at STC…’ I caught the liar red-handed. I don’t even study at STC. Haha so yeah I ignored the pudgy guy and went on, but I was sweating like crazy, he wouldn’t leave me alone.

‘So what’s your course?’

‘Masscom.’

‘Your name?’

‘ummm… stacy?’

‘Oh... are you in a hurry?’ In a hurry to get rid of you, ass.

‘Yeah I have to go home…’ (I was close to running at this point).

‘Where’d you live?’

‘Lilo-an.’ (Haha, 13 kms away from where I really live)

‘OMG, that’s so far away, you know I could drop you off…’ WHAT THE HELL, did he expect ME, to go with some LOSER STRANGER I don’t even know and risk myself from getting raped/killed/other psychotic things psychopaths do? I’m not that dumb. ‘No, I REALLY need to go.’ Of course, he asked for my number, and I gave my boyfriend’s number. Then I sped off but i felt that he was still following me until i reached timezone, but there were too many people in Timezone and maybe he lost sight of me. good grief.

But yeah he did text my boyfriend but my boyfriend scared him off and threatened him nasty things. HAHA. I love it that my boyfriend is not a wimp, that he’s a fighter… He’s so hot when he’s mad. hahaXD

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