Death to cellphone snatchers....

I made the mistake, Friday night, of being complacent. I thought that I was safe here in Makati. I paid dearly for such a mistake. While I was alighting from a bus, I came from the gym you see, one of the other passengers was apparently, a cellphone snatcher. In a heartbeat, I lost my phone. I even attempted to pursue the shit head. But I was not even able to see who he was. I looked like a fool looking for a needle in a hay stack. The bastard got the better of me. Now, two days after the incident, I'm still fuming. It's not only because I lost my cellphone. I think what really pisses me off is the fact that I was had. I have always believed that I had things under control. I was careful, meticulous, somebody even told me that I was cunning. But in this instance, I was the victim. I was helpless.

I say...death to all cellphone snatchers. I hope to God that one day I will get a chance to exact revenge on one of these freeloading shitbags. I want to kill one of them with my bare hands. Feel his skull crush under my hands. I want him to know before he goes to hell that I ended his life. I want him to see the smile on my face while darkness invades his vision. I want him to know that one of the victims of his dastard crimes has ended his pathetic existence.

Death to you, asshole. The one who took my cellphone. I know why you perpetrated the crime. It was because you were desperate. It was because you are poor. It is because you are pathetic. You are like cattle in this world. You will die and no one will remember your name. You will disappear from this world without anyone remembering who you are, what you did, where you came from. You are dust. Nothing more. I pity you.