the way you make me feel,
Thursday, December 31, 2009
last post of the year. watched micheal jackson's This Is It today (finally).
my fave song, probably cos it resonated with me the most today.
quite epic his movie. for a documentary that is. quite sad that such a talent is lost. from the clips, (call it propaganda) but really, you see a man, dedicated (to the utmost) to his music. every pitch, every prop, every action. he had a say in it and he made sure that everything went the way he had envisioned. quite disappointed that there wasnt the extremely over-sang You Are Not Alone though. But I'm an MJ fan after this definitely not just for the dance but for his dedication and his love for earth.
On another note, I must write this down, before I forget. On the last day of the year, I was molested by a ******* ***** constn wker. DAMMIT. Lets call him FCW. FCW was GRINDING ME FROM THE BACK. rewind to the start. boarded a crowded train with my family after dinner. was surround by dirty people after work. suddenly i felt an uncomfortable (too close for comfort) sensation on my behind. Then I could sense the FCW's breathing. Luckily, my wallet was in my ass pocket so i put my hand there to protected myself. Sensing that his ploy had been discovered he swicthed target to a younglam beside me. (MALE). I had my suspicions on this FWC alr, so i stared at him.
And of course, I was correct, he was standing in an awakward manner front facing the poor victim's behind, pelvic thrusted forward. EFF. At this point I was already disgusted ttm. Then the FCW started staring at HIMSELF DOWNTHERE. MY GAWD. I WAS GLARING AT HIM at this point and he prolly saw my burning glare that could have bore through his sick skull so he alighted at the next stop.
Listen this is the part that confirmed my suspicions, he walked out of the MRT, looked around at the platform and DID not go down the escalator but instead took out his hp and started fiddling with it. wadtheeffman. dammit.
Now I know how some girls feel sometimes and how very vulnerable people are in a sardine crammed train. This was not my first encounter with sexual predators and thankfully I was not violated in anyway lol. WTH man, all males somemore. Dam sick. But thats another story for another time.
ZZZ i want to forget the memory.
yep thats it. So ends 2009. Me staying holed up at home not going anywhere cos gotto go cousin's house the next day cannot afford to be a zombie tml. yep.
Happy 2010.
9:33 PM