Friday, March 23, 2007
Just when I thought I could be a bit more optimistic on the shit Whacko-Jacko-Wannabe has been putting me through... today changed my mind completely.
ON my way home, I was bloody tired from all the editing work I have been doing for our FTV project, Soundscape (already briefed this one earlier). It paid off as I submitted it a day earlier, which was such a relief. I can rest up a bit more tonight. Too bad, apparently not.
I was sleeping on the bus ride back to the city, hoping I could dodge all the bloody annoying questions from Whacko-Jacko-Wannabe:
1. Hey Azzie, have you watched
The Son of The Mask?
2. Hey Azzie, you called me this afternoon. See? (Flashes phone, with my name and number on it. Hello, can you read? It says at the top, DIALLED NUMBERS. FUCKING IDIOT - he told me the same thing yesterday).
3. Hey Azzie, you used the cab to college today? (DID I NOT TELL YOU THAT SO MANY TIMES THIS MORNING?)
4. Hey Azzie, are you going to college tomorrow? (...)
5. Hey Azzie, I want to talk to you later ok? (...)
6. Hey Azzie, I will talk to you later ok? (...)
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
So I fell asleep, but was woken up soon after when my phone rang. It was my dear sister, and she perked me up with her bubbly self. I spoke for about 20 minutes with her, which was interrupted a couple of times by Whacko-Jacko wannabe, whom I had no idea what he was trying to do but he was sampling his own ringtones at an intolerable audible volume, and speaking in a high and loud pitch when he 'answered' the call. Every call I could hear "Hey, how's it going there?/What's Up? I'm good, I'm good thanks!" coming from him. That's about it, except for the last call he received before I hung up on my sister - which was a call from his parents I think, asking him the whereabouts of the bus (this he toned down to half the volume, but I still could hear anyway, "Almost there already").
Talk about competition. Anyway, I then remembered about an sms I received earlier from a good friend, whom I did not manage to reply immediately thanks to all the editing work I was tied down with. However, during the tap-tap-tapping away...
"Hey Azzie, have you ever seen a pen knife before?"
*turn to look* WTF.
He pointed the sharp end of a Swiss knife right in my face.
I got scared. I was really frightened. Just when I thought I could be thankful that Whacko-Jacko-Wannabe may not be a psychotic threat, he just proved to me that he is capable of being one. After I glared at him, he even turned to face the front of the bus (that would mean pulling the knife away from me) and started slashing the air, as though there was some kind of 'soldier' enemy in a stupid Russian war of his own, standing in front of him.
I told him I was discomforted by his gestures. I cannot forgive him, as he did not show any regret or understanding that he had mistakened my part time job at the gym for 'filling in for a friend' and went on to assuming that the boss of the gym is my boyfriend. I hated being followed around and stalked upon in college after I pointed it out, yet he still continued the act anyway. Now he comes up with this, which I also pointed out, where he asked for 'another chance'. Well, FUCK off. It's not going to happen. I'm so pissed, and I don't think I want to see your FUCKING STUPID FACE tomorrow, or for the rest of the week, as a matter of fact.
12:01 AM Azzie's got style
