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random incidents

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i don't know why but i have a penchant of bumping into flashers. The word 'flasher' conjures up images of shady and unshaven looking males dressed in a black trenchcoat , always ready to pounce on unsuspecting victims as they pull open their coats with a flourish , but no , you have been watching too much movies. In real life , flashers look just like you and me.

I was walking home today and as usual i made my way towards the lift landing but before that i had to pass by a couple flights of staircases. It was the time of the day where everyone would be rushing home for dinner and i didn't think that anythin was amiss when i heard somebody hissing at me as i walked past a staircase. I couldn't believe my eyes when i turned around to see a man sitting on the stairs with his pants down and wanking off like it was nobody's business. It wasn't the first time i had encountered such assholes before ( i've lost count. an estimate ? at least 6. )and i knew by reading from newspaper reports that these sickos seek their thrill from the looks of hysteria and shock on their victims' faces.

But not me. At least , not today. Usually i would look really shocked and walk away quickly but this time i deliberated and stared at the motherfugger in his face for at least a second before walking away coolly. He had this really sick smile on his face and i really salute him for his apparent bravery to commit such a despicable act in broad daylight. He must have been really desperate. I made a mental note while in the lift to purchase a slingshot so that i could render any flasher encountered impotent.Painfully.

listening to : lisa ono - you are the sunshine of my life

currently reading : the secret garden by frances hodgson burnett. ( yes , i'm a sucker for children's novels. this book only serves only to intensity my longing to visit Yorkshire.. you would too after reading too many of James herriot's books and this one )