I told A about this group of students who wanted to get me as a talent in a production they were trying to finish. I was to be a "man on the street", who would interview sidewalk people about their sidewalk biz.

Back in college, I've always considered this stuff as one of my favorites for this brings out the best in me. You see, I've always wanted to be an on-cam talent. That’s the reason why I sweated out finishing a degree in Mass Communications. And I could have done these kids a favor without asking anything in return.

I know how hard it was for them to come up with something out of so many limitations. I know that for a a fact for I've been through the same hell just finishing a script for a production we once did.

So I told A about it. And, you know what? She got all jealous and suspicious, saying things that pissed me off. But, I kept my composure. After all, the scene was cinema-perfect. I wouldn't waste it for a sissy stuff.

But I insisted that I wanted to help those kids because that would make the college boy inside of me happy.

After giving a malicious color in what I believe is a pure act of kindness, I went ballistic inside. I tried hard to keep the angry waves at bay by keeping silent. After all, that was the sanest thing to do at that moment.

Inside the car, after a ruined dinner-date, she dashed off, stepping onto the engine, sending the car on a frenzied race.

I went on a rage fit, as if all hell just broke loose.

(To be continued)