I was on the LRT earlier today going to D. Jose station to meet up with my parents to get some stuff in Binondo. I boarded a car at the Taft station sometime past noon and wedged my way in with the rest of the other commuters waiting on the side. It was just another typical LRT crowd, the train i got on was packed with all sorts of people. So there i was in the middle of train, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with a bunch of other guys, backpack clutched to my chest with one hand, the other hand hanging onto a railing and me trying to occupy my mind with some random daydreams, when the unthinkable happened.
Someone started groping my ass.
This wasn't the usual case where someone accidentally touches or brushes their hand/arm against you. Someone was definitely grabbing a handful of my fething posterior and was squeezing it like a mound of dough. I let go of the railing, immediately batted the hand away and started looking around. Bad part of it was that it was so cramped that i could only see in front of me and to the sides, i couldn't crane my head to the back enough but it was bad because all around me were guys, and all of them were minding/pretending to mind their own goddamned business and seemed to be unaware of my unknown assailant. I could't just start screaming "MAY BAKLA DITO!" and make a scene so i just gritted my teeth and turned my poker-face into a scowl. It was over.
Or so i thought.
A few minutes later, as the train neared Central Station, the fucking hand was back and was a bit more insistent this time. I got so pissed at that point that i shoved people out of the way and stormed off the train at that station to wait for another one to come along.
Tangina naman, why me of all people!?!?!?
"May those who accept their fate find happiness. May those who defy their fate find glory."
02-14-2010, 01:36 AM (This post was last modified: 02-14-2010, 10:16 AM by NiX.)
LOL Jake got you there.
But really Fox, you SHOULD have made a scene. Goddamn fagots. No offense to homosexuals, but goddamn please don't go groping our asses in public or anywhere else for that matter.
No, i wasn't wearing the Flirt Shirt. All i had on was a plain sky-blue shirt and a new pair of black jeans that i was breaking in. And no, i haven't worn my hair in a ponytail for the better part of a year now since i chopped it off last May and i've been maintaining a cut that's barely past my ears for the past six months or so.
But then again, my current hairstyle still does seem a bit feminine and the jeans were still fairly tight, enough that it hugged my ass. Plus the fact that i've been goatee-less for the past week or so and my face is kinda rounded... i think i may have been mistaken for a girl.
Again.
"May those who accept their fate find happiness. May those who defy their fate find glory."
02-14-2010, 09:46 PM (This post was last modified: 02-14-2010, 09:47 PM by Twin-Skies.)
(02-13-2010, 10:42 PM)Fox Wrote:
I! FEEL! SO! VIOLATED!
I was on the LRT earlier today going to D. Jose station to meet up with my parents to get some stuff in Binondo. I boarded a car at the Taft station sometime past noon and wedged my way in with the rest of the other commuters waiting on the side. It was just another typical LRT crowd, the train i got on was packed with all sorts of people. So there i was in the middle of train, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with a bunch of other guys, backpack clutched to my chest with one hand, the other hand hanging onto a railing and me trying to occupy my mind with some random daydreams, when the unthinkable happened.
Someone started groping my ass.
This wasn't the usual case where someone accidentally touches or brushes their hand/arm against you. Someone was definitely grabbing a handful of my fething posterior and was squeezing it like a mound of dough. I let go of the railing, immediately batted the hand away and started looking around. Bad part of it was that it was so cramped that i could only see in front of me and to the sides, i couldn't crane my head to the back enough but it was bad because all around me were guys, and all of them were minding/pretending to mind their own goddamned business and seemed to be unaware of my unknown assailant. I could't just start screaming "MAY BAKLA DITO!" and make a scene so i just gritted my teeth and turned my poker-face into a scowl. It was over.
Or so i thought.
A few minutes later, as the train neared Central Station, the fucking hand was back and was a bit more insistent this time. I got so pissed at that point that i shoved people out of the way and stormed off the train at that station to wait for another one to come along.
Tangina naman, why me of all people!?!?!?
May I recommend taking up arnis?
Stickwork aside, the system has a heavy emphasis on wrist locks, and unlike Aikido or Judo, they're performed from most standing positions, and are meant to snap joints, rather than force your opponent to submit.
Quote: What'd make you feel more comfortable about what happened?
A) He groped your ass cuz he thought you were a chick
B) He groped your ass ucz he likes dudes
It doesn't matter. Fuck the groper's sexual orientation - the point is that they were depraved enough to cop a feel, and should be given a severe beating in public.
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