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Sunday, August 3, 2008
I almost got mugged last Saturday. And by almost I mean, the man who was about to rob me was behind my back and I was just lucky enough to grab his arm. LOL. Yeah, I grabbed his arm.
K, here's what happened.
It was raining pretty hard, and I was wearing my usual clothes with my gray bag pack, which, FYI, only contains my make up, perfume, and an umbrella. In short, it wasn't heavy.
Anyway, I just go off the jeep, and I was on my way to the LRT Terminal. I was actually a bit frantic cuz I was late for my class, so I was like walking briskly when I felt my bag getting heavier by the second. I reached out behind my back to check if the zip's open and, lo and behold, I got hold of the pickpocket's arm!
I really don't know what got in to me, but I felt like Zena the Warrior Princess (HAHAHA) and I just wanted to seriously hit the man. Shyeah. I was like shouting out-of-this-world words at him, cussing him, and forcing him to give back whatever he took from me. He was denying it of course, but duh, I saw him! I caught him!
And the worst part is, nobody helped me! As in NOBODY, no one, nuh-uh, nada! Not a single living soul. They were just staring at me, probably waiting for the man to stab me, or shoot me, or whatever. Haha.
So yeah, I eventually let go of him, and the rest, as they say, is history. Haha.
I can't believe that I actually did that! I mean, who in the world of princess-y, self-absorbed people would grab a muggers arm, stare at him, shout at him, and even try toincapacitate him? Oh wait, I think I'm describing myself. That's monstrosity! LOL.
The fear came when I stepped on the train. Haha. My knees were literally shaking, and I wanted to die right then and there. I mean it felt really good that I was able to step up and fight, but what if the man had a gun or a knife with him? What if he had a backup with him? Oh the horror! And the worst is, what if he remembers my face? Well I made it by the skin of my teeth, didn't I? Wish me luck for tomorrow. I dunno how I'll go to school.
Somebody help me!
I think I need a personal body guard or something -- and he should be hot of course! Haha.
K, here's what happened.
It was raining pretty hard, and I was wearing my usual clothes with my gray bag pack, which, FYI, only contains my make up, perfume, and an umbrella. In short, it wasn't heavy.
Anyway, I just go off the jeep, and I was on my way to the LRT Terminal. I was actually a bit frantic cuz I was late for my class, so I was like walking briskly when I felt my bag getting heavier by the second. I reached out behind my back to check if the zip's open and, lo and behold, I got hold of the pickpocket's arm!
I really don't know what got in to me, but I felt like Zena the Warrior Princess (HAHAHA) and I just wanted to seriously hit the man. Shyeah. I was like shouting out-of-this-world words at him, cussing him, and forcing him to give back whatever he took from me. He was denying it of course, but duh, I saw him! I caught him!
And the worst part is, nobody helped me! As in NOBODY, no one, nuh-uh, nada! Not a single living soul. They were just staring at me, probably waiting for the man to stab me, or shoot me, or whatever. Haha.
So yeah, I eventually let go of him, and the rest, as they say, is history. Haha.
I can't believe that I actually did that! I mean, who in the world of princess-y, self-absorbed people would grab a muggers arm, stare at him, shout at him, and even try to
The fear came when I stepped on the train. Haha. My knees were literally shaking, and I wanted to die right then and there. I mean it felt really good that I was able to step up and fight, but what if the man had a gun or a knife with him? What if he had a backup with him? Oh the horror! And the worst is, what if he remembers my face? Well I made it by the skin of my teeth, didn't I? Wish me luck for tomorrow. I dunno how I'll go to school.
Somebody help me!
I think I need a personal body guard or something -- and he should be hot of course! Haha.
Don't forget to smile! :)
-XOXO-
-XOXO-
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