Punchy lol-age.
The crunching of breaking bones is all the more satisfying when it happens beneath your fist, let me tell you.
I was on the jeep headed for the Central LRT terminal yesterday when this pulubi got on and started asking for spare change. As is typical, everybody on the jeep said no. Then he looked at me and said, "You should be careful on jeeps, miss," (in Tagalog) and smiled.
And then he frikken looked down my tank top.
The asshole didn't even try to hide it! He just leaned forward and then looked at my chest and grinned.
So I punched him.
I think I may have broken his nose.
The fuck I care.
Then he got off the jeep, holding his nose, and I got to the LRT without further incident.
When I got to Makati (I met up with my dad at Buendia), the only thing he had to say was, "How many times have I told you? You use the heel of your palm, not your knuckles! Jeez, you'd think I never taught you anything..."
*snicker*
I was on the jeep headed for the Central LRT terminal yesterday when this pulubi got on and started asking for spare change. As is typical, everybody on the jeep said no. Then he looked at me and said, "You should be careful on jeeps, miss," (in Tagalog) and smiled.
And then he frikken looked down my tank top.
The asshole didn't even try to hide it! He just leaned forward and then looked at my chest and grinned.
So I punched him.
I think I may have broken his nose.
The fuck I care.
Then he got off the jeep, holding his nose, and I got to the LRT without further incident.
When I got to Makati (I met up with my dad at Buendia), the only thing he had to say was, "How many times have I told you? You use the heel of your palm, not your knuckles! Jeez, you'd think I never taught you anything..."
*snicker*