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Friday, February 15, 2008
Danger Magnet
So now I feel like I’m Bella Swan, only there aren’t any vampires trying to kill me and Edward Cullen’s not here to save me. LOL.
You don’t get it do you? Right.
All these times I feel like every misfortune that have happened to me were all coincidence. Meaning, I thought it was just a coincidence that I found my bag ripped and my mobile gone during the Candy Magazine Soiree at the Rockwell Tent; it was also a coincidence that a pickpocket was inside the LRT Terminal and stole my phone; and it was also by chance that a prowler randomly selected my bedroom’s window and stole everything that were within his umbrella’s reach. How lucky can anyone get?
Okay, I’m not getting my point clear.
You see, something happened to me yesterday that made me realize how much of a danger magnet I really am. I doubt that any other person in the world, except for Bella Swan (though she’s just a figment of Stephenie Meyer’s imagination), could have as much amount of bad luck as me. Believe me, if bad luck is a medicine, I’d prolly be dead by now – cuz of over dosage that is.
So anyway, here’s the story…
When I got out of the school [yesterday afternoon], I saw this eerie-looking man standing outside National Bookstore. I was so preoccupied with the way he looked at me that I utterly forgot that I was about to cross the street. All I saw was this massive truck that was about to hit me; its driver honking and looking at me furiously, and not even making any effort to slow down. Good thing there was this DLSU van near it that swerved a little to the truck’s lane to block it. Woah!
Can you imagine the scene that I caused? So humiliating. Thankful for another chance, I smiled at the van’s driver and greeted him a Happy Valentines Day.
Thank you, Manong Driver. Thank you, Jesus. Mr. Truck Driver, I hate you. LOL.
So there… I went inside a convenience to buy a bottle of water cuz I was still shaking from my near-death experience. When I got out, the scary-looking man was standing outside! Okay, so that freaked me out a little. I was debating whether or not I should go back inside the store and wait for the man to leave, or just go home. I chose the latter.
I continued walking and just pretended not to see him. I rode on the first jeep that I saw and sat beside the driver cuz I doubt that that guy would sit beside me. And I was right; he didn’t sit BESIDE ME. I looked at the rearview mirror and OMFG, he was there.
I wanted to get out of the jeep and just look for a cab, but there was really a slim chance that I would get one. I thought of texting B, but opted not to cuz I HAVE NO LOAD. So just clutched my phone and prayed for a miracle.
When we got to Leveriza, the guy got out of the jeep. Whew! What relief, I tell you. WHAT A RELIEF.
You think that’s the end of my story? NOT!
We passed through this place full of people, so it didn’t really bothered me that someone was walking near/beside me. And it’s also natural that it would smell kind of unpleasant cuz the area was like a wet market or something of that sort. But the guy who was walking near/beside me smelled SO BAD that I decided to cast him a nasty look. When I looked at him… HOLY MOTHER OF PEARLS! It was THAT man again!
That wasn’t a good time to panic, but I did and I almost cried. Thoughts were swirling inside my mind. I was cornered. There was no way I could get out of the jeep without him catching me. Dammit.
I was near hysteria when the driver tapped my shoulder and said, “Yakapin mo yang bag mo.” I did exactly what he told me non-committedly. For all I know, he knows that man. Okay, I know I’m jumping into conclusions, but whatevs. For crying out loud, we’re in the Philippines! Anything is possible.
Anyway… I was literally giving my bag a bear hug when the jeep started to accelerate… 40… 60… 80… Holy crow! I didn’t know jeeps can go that fast! We were driving along Taft. Do you have any idea how narrow the roads are? I really don’t care. He can drive that way for as long as he wants. All I care about at that time was getting away from that hoodlum.
After a while, the driver slowed down and said, “Buti nalang di msyadong traffic. Aagawin na dapat nung lalake yang bag mo eh. Kaya niliko ko agad.”
OMG. I felt so bad for thinking that he was with that guy. I don’t know how I can repay him so just thanked him non-stop. Haha!
Thank you, Manong Driver 2! Not ever jeep drivers are like you. God bless you for that.
Now you guys know how lucky I can get. Anyone wants to marry me now? LOL.
So… I am now officially a member of the Danger Magnet Club. Haha! But despite all those misfortunes, I still can’t help but feel lucky. Happy, blessed, and lucky. Why? Because God loves me. He loves me so damn much – and I don’t even deserve it.
I mean, I almost got hit by a truck, but the van came out of nowhere and blocked it. I was followed by an oaf, but he wasn’t able to do anything. No harm was inflicted on me. The 2 drivers were there to save me… 2 angels sent by God to protect me.
FEBRUARY 14, 2008. I will never forget that date. That was the day I received the BEST Valentines Day gift one could ever have.
You don’t get it do you? Right.
All these times I feel like every misfortune that have happened to me were all coincidence. Meaning, I thought it was just a coincidence that I found my bag ripped and my mobile gone during the Candy Magazine Soiree at the Rockwell Tent; it was also a coincidence that a pickpocket was inside the LRT Terminal and stole my phone; and it was also by chance that a prowler randomly selected my bedroom’s window and stole everything that were within his umbrella’s reach. How lucky can anyone get?
Okay, I’m not getting my point clear.
You see, something happened to me yesterday that made me realize how much of a danger magnet I really am. I doubt that any other person in the world, except for Bella Swan (though she’s just a figment of Stephenie Meyer’s imagination), could have as much amount of bad luck as me. Believe me, if bad luck is a medicine, I’d prolly be dead by now – cuz of over dosage that is.
So anyway, here’s the story…
When I got out of the school [yesterday afternoon], I saw this eerie-looking man standing outside National Bookstore. I was so preoccupied with the way he looked at me that I utterly forgot that I was about to cross the street. All I saw was this massive truck that was about to hit me; its driver honking and looking at me furiously, and not even making any effort to slow down. Good thing there was this DLSU van near it that swerved a little to the truck’s lane to block it. Woah!
Can you imagine the scene that I caused? So humiliating. Thankful for another chance, I smiled at the van’s driver and greeted him a Happy Valentines Day.
Thank you, Manong Driver. Thank you, Jesus. Mr. Truck Driver, I hate you. LOL.
So there… I went inside a convenience to buy a bottle of water cuz I was still shaking from my near-death experience. When I got out, the scary-looking man was standing outside! Okay, so that freaked me out a little. I was debating whether or not I should go back inside the store and wait for the man to leave, or just go home. I chose the latter.
I continued walking and just pretended not to see him. I rode on the first jeep that I saw and sat beside the driver cuz I doubt that that guy would sit beside me. And I was right; he didn’t sit BESIDE ME. I looked at the rearview mirror and OMFG, he was there.
I wanted to get out of the jeep and just look for a cab, but there was really a slim chance that I would get one. I thought of texting B, but opted not to cuz I HAVE NO LOAD. So just clutched my phone and prayed for a miracle.
When we got to Leveriza, the guy got out of the jeep. Whew! What relief, I tell you. WHAT A RELIEF.
You think that’s the end of my story? NOT!
We passed through this place full of people, so it didn’t really bothered me that someone was walking near/beside me. And it’s also natural that it would smell kind of unpleasant cuz the area was like a wet market or something of that sort. But the guy who was walking near/beside me smelled SO BAD that I decided to cast him a nasty look. When I looked at him… HOLY MOTHER OF PEARLS! It was THAT man again!
That wasn’t a good time to panic, but I did and I almost cried. Thoughts were swirling inside my mind. I was cornered. There was no way I could get out of the jeep without him catching me. Dammit.
I was near hysteria when the driver tapped my shoulder and said, “Yakapin mo yang bag mo.” I did exactly what he told me non-committedly. For all I know, he knows that man. Okay, I know I’m jumping into conclusions, but whatevs. For crying out loud, we’re in the Philippines! Anything is possible.
Anyway… I was literally giving my bag a bear hug when the jeep started to accelerate… 40… 60… 80… Holy crow! I didn’t know jeeps can go that fast! We were driving along Taft. Do you have any idea how narrow the roads are? I really don’t care. He can drive that way for as long as he wants. All I care about at that time was getting away from that hoodlum.
After a while, the driver slowed down and said, “Buti nalang di msyadong traffic. Aagawin na dapat nung lalake yang bag mo eh. Kaya niliko ko agad.”
OMG. I felt so bad for thinking that he was with that guy. I don’t know how I can repay him so just thanked him non-stop. Haha!
Thank you, Manong Driver 2! Not ever jeep drivers are like you. God bless you for that.
Now you guys know how lucky I can get. Anyone wants to marry me now? LOL.
So… I am now officially a member of the Danger Magnet Club. Haha! But despite all those misfortunes, I still can’t help but feel lucky. Happy, blessed, and lucky. Why? Because God loves me. He loves me so damn much – and I don’t even deserve it.
I mean, I almost got hit by a truck, but the van came out of nowhere and blocked it. I was followed by an oaf, but he wasn’t able to do anything. No harm was inflicted on me. The 2 drivers were there to save me… 2 angels sent by God to protect me.
FEBRUARY 14, 2008. I will never forget that date. That was the day I received the BEST Valentines Day gift one could ever have.
Belated Happy Hearts Day everyone!
Have you said ‘I love you’ to Jesus? Thank Him for everything. He loves us.
Have you said ‘I love you’ to Jesus? Thank Him for everything. He loves us.
Don't forget to smile! :)
-XOXO-
-XOXO-
Labels: Danger Magnet, Karengkeng, Life
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