I was about to enter the MRT station when a familiar dread came over me. I just hate security guards poking at my bag. It just makes me so angry. It’s the kind of anger that makes me froth in the mouth. Kapag sinasara ko na ang mga zipper ng bag ko pagkatapos ng isang inspection feeling ako para akong na-rape. I feel like screaming: Hayup! Mga hayuuuuup kayo! Ugh! I just find the entire exercise so demeaning. I know I look like a terrorist and that I appear to be susceptible to abuse but damn it I need some respect too! In fact, security guards and cab drivers are on top of my list of people to pulverize with an M16 once I snap out. One of these days, as God as my witness, I’m going to take up murder as a hobby.