syet na malagket! kung kelan naman unang araw ng 2-week trial ko tsaka pa ako nagkaroon. dagdagan pa ng chocolate hills sa mukha na laging sumasabay sa tuwing magkakaroon. hay. what a day!
as usual, eager beaver ako kaya maaga na naman ako ng 1 hour. hahaha. hanggang kelan kaya tatagal ang pagiging maaga ko? hehe. buti na lang din. dahil may free parking ako. wahaha.
first things first! interview with production manager. ok naman. feeling ko nasagot ko naman ng maayos lahat ng tinanong niya. at ok naman yung mga comments niya. so confident ako. haha.
share ko lang. sabi nung GM out of 150 applicants, 40 lang ang napili for 1st interview. out of 40, 10-15 lang ang nag 2nd interview (1 day trial). out of 10-15, 5 lang ang mag-2-wk trial. out of 5, 2 lang ang kukunin. kasama ako sa 2-wk trial. ako ang unang nag 2-wk trial! woohoo!
tapos, ayun. binigay na ang mahiwagang papel na naglalaman ng dapat kong matapos within the 2 week period. sus. pamatay! tsaka ko na ididiscuss in detail. pero kanina, balak ko sana manood ng photo shoot pero sa kasamaang palad, buong araw lang akong nakaharap sa aking computer at nag-eencode ng mga contacts para sa aking database at para sa sales analysis/report.
natututo na ako gumamit ng MAC! kaso mabagal nga lang ako. sumakit pa yung batok ko. paano ba naman, ang taas ng table ko. ang baba ng upuan. (hindi kse gumagana yung pampataas) tapos huli na nung narealize ko na pwede ko naman ibaba yung monitor. tatanga-tanga! ayun. every once in a while, matatandaan ko na mag straight body. hehe. pero eventually babalik ang anyo ko sa kumpanyerang kuba. hindi epektib ang anting-anting.
oh well, still looking forward to the coming days. sabi nga ni mang fred...sana makayanan ko ang lahat! hehehe.
kapagod!!!
mission impossible: accomplished!
as part of the application process of this company i have been applying to, applicants are required to spend one whole day there to be interviewed by different people and to accomplish the task assigned for the day.
so there i was, too early for my nine o'clock appointment. at least i had parking space! i BONDED with the secretary! i think i was bordering on being curious to being super annoying. at least she was very accommodating.
the office dogs looked really happy to see me. err, they are happy when they see new people. Lucas, the gigantic black dog, sat beside me at the lobby. he looked liked he wanted to lick my face. i was quite scared. i've never been this close to a dog. heck! i don't even want to be approached by dogs! most of the time, i feel that they sniff me out as a big juicy piece of bone. the thought gives me goosebumps! Patch, which looks somewhat like a poodle for me, is very playful. he jumps at any person with back pockets and he tries to gnaw on the pockets. it was really funny. i can just imagine the people's butts getting cute little bites from him.
since the people who were supposed to interview me were busy with their jobs, i started doing my assignment. i was only required to choose two among four projects. i drafted ideas for all four and chose the two best ones and started writing and designing marketing collaterals. in between, i got to be interviewed by the different photographers and i also had the chance to interview a photographer.
super fun! im looking forward to spending my two weeks with them. i'll try to bring my camera so that you get to see pictures of my new adventures.
so there i was, too early for my nine o'clock appointment. at least i had parking space! i BONDED with the secretary! i think i was bordering on being curious to being super annoying. at least she was very accommodating.
the office dogs looked really happy to see me. err, they are happy when they see new people. Lucas, the gigantic black dog, sat beside me at the lobby. he looked liked he wanted to lick my face. i was quite scared. i've never been this close to a dog. heck! i don't even want to be approached by dogs! most of the time, i feel that they sniff me out as a big juicy piece of bone. the thought gives me goosebumps! Patch, which looks somewhat like a poodle for me, is very playful. he jumps at any person with back pockets and he tries to gnaw on the pockets. it was really funny. i can just imagine the people's butts getting cute little bites from him.
since the people who were supposed to interview me were busy with their jobs, i started doing my assignment. i was only required to choose two among four projects. i drafted ideas for all four and chose the two best ones and started writing and designing marketing collaterals. in between, i got to be interviewed by the different photographers and i also had the chance to interview a photographer.
super fun! im looking forward to spending my two weeks with them. i'll try to bring my camera so that you get to see pictures of my new adventures.
5th wheel date
it wasn't so bad. not the nightmare date from hell that i imagined. but it wasn't so eventful either. as expected, there were no sparks rivaling the fireworks of Enchanted Kingdom. i didn't feel pressured to be so accommodating or to even like my date. it was good. i met new people. it was fun actually.
the best part about it is.... it was free! whopee! except of course, i had to pay for my parking. which is acceptable. hehe.
the best part about it is.... it was free! whopee! except of course, i had to pay for my parking. which is acceptable. hehe.
all for the sake of love
i'm going out on my first blind date! actually, i think the appropriate term for it would be...let's-set-up-somebody-else-so-that-it-doesn't-appear-that-we-are-the-ones-dating. hahaha. (you know who you are so don't react!)
the thing is, i have been out of the circuit for such a long time (not that i have been in the circuit for even a short while) that everything seems unfamiliar. i didn't know things can be so complicated. i have a myriad of questions swimming inside my head. i feel so young! (meaning naive and inexperienced) hahaha.
the thing is, do the rules of centuries old gallantry apply? i can't seem to remember the last date that i had where the guy actually paid for my meal or drove me home or even transferred to the more dangerous side of the road while crossing the street! not that i'm not capable of taking care of myself.
as i have observed these days, i can't even qualify guys as suitors. all they do is appear cute and cuddly! or in my heaven, chivalrous sentimental hunks with high IQ! (it is my heaven, not yours!) but never actually seriously take the time to get to know you or spend time with you.
For some time, somebody will catch your fancy. he will ardently send you sweet messages. or call you almost every night especially when you need someone to talk to. he will even accompany you to places or social events! he will even try at least to remember all your siblings names. but after a month or so, he becomes the invisible man. you will suddenly feel a little bit woozy thinking that all this time he has been a figment of your boy-crazy imagination. you must have been a fool sleep-walking during the day! how stupid can you get falling for an imaginary suitor-friend!
good thing i am not pressured to set off sparks with my "date" since my story is just a little part of another person's more exciting life. i can't wait for the big day! even if it is not really for me...
i will cross my fingers that they offer to pay for dinner. i am so low on cash right now. hahaha. signs of the times!
the thing is, i have been out of the circuit for such a long time (not that i have been in the circuit for even a short while) that everything seems unfamiliar. i didn't know things can be so complicated. i have a myriad of questions swimming inside my head. i feel so young! (meaning naive and inexperienced) hahaha.
the thing is, do the rules of centuries old gallantry apply? i can't seem to remember the last date that i had where the guy actually paid for my meal or drove me home or even transferred to the more dangerous side of the road while crossing the street! not that i'm not capable of taking care of myself.
as i have observed these days, i can't even qualify guys as suitors. all they do is appear cute and cuddly! or in my heaven, chivalrous sentimental hunks with high IQ! (it is my heaven, not yours!) but never actually seriously take the time to get to know you or spend time with you.
For some time, somebody will catch your fancy. he will ardently send you sweet messages. or call you almost every night especially when you need someone to talk to. he will even accompany you to places or social events! he will even try at least to remember all your siblings names. but after a month or so, he becomes the invisible man. you will suddenly feel a little bit woozy thinking that all this time he has been a figment of your boy-crazy imagination. you must have been a fool sleep-walking during the day! how stupid can you get falling for an imaginary suitor-friend!
good thing i am not pressured to set off sparks with my "date" since my story is just a little part of another person's more exciting life. i can't wait for the big day! even if it is not really for me...
i will cross my fingers that they offer to pay for dinner. i am so low on cash right now. hahaha. signs of the times!
grawr!
i feel....FRUSTRATED!!!
i know, i know. things take time. things will not always go the way you want them to. you can't have everything you want all at the same time. but still, it frustrates me.
if i could just stop being anxious all the time. not analyzing everything and just letting things as they are. i have been on vacation for what? almost five months?!? what the heck am i doing with my life? i should be out there! but instead i am trapped in this red brick box. oh i remember, i chose this. which makes it even more frustrasting. i can't blame anyone else but me. grrr!!!
it's just that its so hard to decide. i mean, i could think of a million things that i would like to do with my life but i don't really know where to start. i wish financial independence is not a big factor to consider. it is so easy to say that everything will fall into place at the right time but then you never really know.
will i turn out to be the person i wanted to become? or will i just be a product of what is available here and now?
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the carpenter: a parable
An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor his plans to leave the house-building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.
The contractor was sorry to see his good worker goand asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart wasnot in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.
When the carpenter finished his work the employer came to inspect the house. He handed the front-door key tothe carpenter. "This is your house," he said, "my gift to you." The carpenter was shocked! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.
So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we'd do it much differently. But we cannot go back.
You are the carpenter. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. "Life is a do-it-yourself project,"someone has said. Your attitudes and the choices you make today, build the "house" you live in tomorrow. Build wisely!
Remember........
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody is watching.
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i miss my old optimistic self, by the way. i think she also went on a looong vacation. i better get her back. pronto! i want my house to have a pool. Ü
i know, i know. things take time. things will not always go the way you want them to. you can't have everything you want all at the same time. but still, it frustrates me.
if i could just stop being anxious all the time. not analyzing everything and just letting things as they are. i have been on vacation for what? almost five months?!? what the heck am i doing with my life? i should be out there! but instead i am trapped in this red brick box. oh i remember, i chose this. which makes it even more frustrasting. i can't blame anyone else but me. grrr!!!
it's just that its so hard to decide. i mean, i could think of a million things that i would like to do with my life but i don't really know where to start. i wish financial independence is not a big factor to consider. it is so easy to say that everything will fall into place at the right time but then you never really know.
will i turn out to be the person i wanted to become? or will i just be a product of what is available here and now?
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the carpenter: a parable
An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor his plans to leave the house-building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.
The contractor was sorry to see his good worker goand asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart wasnot in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.
When the carpenter finished his work the employer came to inspect the house. He handed the front-door key tothe carpenter. "This is your house," he said, "my gift to you." The carpenter was shocked! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.
So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we'd do it much differently. But we cannot go back.
You are the carpenter. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. "Life is a do-it-yourself project,"someone has said. Your attitudes and the choices you make today, build the "house" you live in tomorrow. Build wisely!
Remember........
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody is watching.
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i miss my old optimistic self, by the way. i think she also went on a looong vacation. i better get her back. pronto! i want my house to have a pool. Ü
someone to watch over me
There’s a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we’re often told, "seek and ye shall find"
So I’m going to seek a certain lad I’ve had in mind
Looking everywhere, haven’t found him yet
He’s the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret
I’d like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?
There’s a somebody I’m longin’ to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me
I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who’ll watch over me
Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key
Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me
(bridge)
Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me
Someone to watch over me
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napanood ko kse knina sa myx. naalala ko lang. gusto ko itong kantang ito. pero parang scary pala. para kang naghahanap ng stalker. hehe.
Still we’re often told, "seek and ye shall find"
So I’m going to seek a certain lad I’ve had in mind
Looking everywhere, haven’t found him yet
He’s the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret
I’d like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?
There’s a somebody I’m longin’ to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me
I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who’ll watch over me
Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key
Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me
(bridge)
Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me
Someone to watch over me
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napanood ko kse knina sa myx. naalala ko lang. gusto ko itong kantang ito. pero parang scary pala. para kang naghahanap ng stalker. hehe.
espadahan ng mga gumugulong at lumuluksong baboy
para kaming mga bata sa bel field. nag-cartwheels, luksong baka, fencing kuno, sipaan at kung ano-ano pa. ang sarap ng feeling ng hindi ka pinagbabawalan dahil baka madumihan ang damit mo o baka makasakit ka sa kalaro mo o baka masaktan mo ang sarili mo. basta ginagawa mo lang ang gusto mo ng walang pakialam sa iba. kasi alam mo na sa dulo, magiging ok din ang lahat.
sana ganito parati.
na tila abot-kamay mo ang lahat.
na lahat posible gaano man ito ka-imposible.
na hindi ka natatakot sa pwedeng mangyari bago pa man ito mangyari.
na madali kang makabangon sa pagkakamali.
ok lang yan cla.
magiging ok din ang lahat.
all in God's time.
sana ganito parati.
na tila abot-kamay mo ang lahat.
na lahat posible gaano man ito ka-imposible.
na hindi ka natatakot sa pwedeng mangyari bago pa man ito mangyari.
na madali kang makabangon sa pagkakamali.
ok lang yan cla.
magiging ok din ang lahat.
all in God's time.
free at last!
i'm so happy. i went to church yesterday ang for the first time in more than a year, i was able to confess! achievement! for the longest time i have been postponing doing this because i know i am not yet ready to forgive and ask for forgiveness. parang yung message sa akin ni kuya archie about letting go. finally! hehehe.
ang drama ba? masaya lang talaga ako. iba kasi ang feeling eh. hay. happy! sha-la-la...it's so nice to be happy! *busts a move*
ang drama ba? masaya lang talaga ako. iba kasi ang feeling eh. hay. happy! sha-la-la...it's so nice to be happy! *busts a move*
mad hatter's 80s videoke showdown
yehey! ako ang reigning videoke queen! what a excellent singer! (kakatawa talaga ang grammar). first time ata natin ginawa ito ng walang inhibitions! woohoo! panalo ang Etra Joss! hahaha. ayan, super hyper tuloy tayo up to 6am. hehe. in fairness, masarap siya.
haha. may bago na palang uso ngayon. di na pala ako updated. according to trendy Sue the term is KiLL FUN as in KF. hindi na raw uso ang KiLL JOY. haha. signs ng pagtanda. hehe.
thanks girls for the superb overnight last saturday! pressure for me! naku. dapat matapatan o mahigitan ang level! sassy forever! whopee!
i love my mr. shoo-li hat!
haha. may bago na palang uso ngayon. di na pala ako updated. according to trendy Sue the term is KiLL FUN as in KF. hindi na raw uso ang KiLL JOY. haha. signs ng pagtanda. hehe.
thanks girls for the superb overnight last saturday! pressure for me! naku. dapat matapatan o mahigitan ang level! sassy forever! whopee!
i love my mr. shoo-li hat!
the girl who cried....
argh! i had my interview this afternoon. i was asked to answer a lot of questionnaires. it took me 2 hours to finish the whole thing. towards the end, i was too exhausted to think about my answers. bahala na! (not a very good habit i tell you)
after that, i had my interview. i was so embarrassed. i cried! waaahhhh!!! i think i can never show my face again. not! but i really found it embarrassing. i wanted to disappear into thin air. good thing the person who interviewed me was so kind and understanding. i even learned a lot of things from her. she's pretty clever, i must say.
i still have to pass a lot of "tests". parang survivor ang dating eh. i hope i get accepted. *crosses fingers*
after that, i had my interview. i was so embarrassed. i cried! waaahhhh!!! i think i can never show my face again. not! but i really found it embarrassing. i wanted to disappear into thin air. good thing the person who interviewed me was so kind and understanding. i even learned a lot of things from her. she's pretty clever, i must say.
i still have to pass a lot of "tests". parang survivor ang dating eh. i hope i get accepted. *crosses fingers*
hanging
aww. di na ako nakakapag-update. nagseseryoso na kasi muna ako sa paghahanap ng trabaho kaya hindi ko na masyadong priority ang magblog. actually namimiss ko na nga eh. kaso kailangan ayusin ang sarili kaya siguro paminsan-minsan na lang ako makakapag-update. wala rin naman masyadong nangyayari sa buhay ko eh.
terrorized part 2
hay nako. bwisit talaga ang nagnakaw ng phone ni rollz. may HD ata sa akin. hahaha. ang kapal ko talaga. pero seriously, halos araw-araw ako pinaparing. kabwiset! may nerve pa na magtext sa akin. sabi ba naman... "Hi! ate clarissa! itz me!kptid ni rollz! nag ta2nong lng po me kng nkha n ni kya ung pnadla nmeng brith certifcate!!!...txtbck!...thnx!!!..."
siraulo ka pala eh! gusto ko na ngang magreply kaso sayang ang piso. wala pa naman akong trabaho. peste! tanga! kainis talaga. sus. kumukulo ang dugo ko.
eto pa, nung isang gabi, nagmiss call ang nanakaw na phone. eh di pina-ring ko rin. aba! after 5 seconds nagring yung landline namin. nung sinagot ko, walang nagsasalita. nakikinig lang ng boses. binagsakan ko nga ng telepono. (nalaman ko kay rollz na nakalista rin pala ang landline ko sa phone niya)
tapos nitong nakaraang araw, may nagtetext naman sa sun phone ko. may bago akong stalker! kala ko kakilala ko, e di tinext ko using my other number tapos nagreply, siya raw si Ron. ano raw name ko. eps. bakit pa ako magsasayang. mga kaibigan ko nga di ko natetext siya pa kaya. simula non, everyday tinetext ako ng good morning at good night. siguro kung nanliligaw yun eh sinagot ko na dahil sa effort. kaso hindi eh. hahaha.
tapos nakausap ko ang common friend namin ni rollz. namention ko yung incident sa kanya. sabi niya meron din daw siyang mysterious stalker. nagcompare kami ng number and as it turns out, iisang tao lang ito. ang pakilala naman sa kanya nitong texter ay ronald. grabe! sabi pa nga sa kanya, tatawagan daw siya sa gabi. ibang klase! at di ko inexpect, tinawagan din ako. buti na lang namamatay ang bulok kong telepono kapag may tumatawag. creepy talaga.
ang tindi ng mga nagmomodus operandi na ito. feeling ko iniisa-isa nila yung mga number sa phonebook ni rollz, hoping na may mabiktima. buti na lang sinabi agad sa akin ni rollz. kaya mga peeps! ingat kayo! as much as possible, ingatan ang phone. o kaya, wag na lang magstore ng important information sa phone. delikado na talaga.
siraulo ka pala eh! gusto ko na ngang magreply kaso sayang ang piso. wala pa naman akong trabaho. peste! tanga! kainis talaga. sus. kumukulo ang dugo ko.
eto pa, nung isang gabi, nagmiss call ang nanakaw na phone. eh di pina-ring ko rin. aba! after 5 seconds nagring yung landline namin. nung sinagot ko, walang nagsasalita. nakikinig lang ng boses. binagsakan ko nga ng telepono. (nalaman ko kay rollz na nakalista rin pala ang landline ko sa phone niya)
tapos nitong nakaraang araw, may nagtetext naman sa sun phone ko. may bago akong stalker! kala ko kakilala ko, e di tinext ko using my other number tapos nagreply, siya raw si Ron. ano raw name ko. eps. bakit pa ako magsasayang. mga kaibigan ko nga di ko natetext siya pa kaya. simula non, everyday tinetext ako ng good morning at good night. siguro kung nanliligaw yun eh sinagot ko na dahil sa effort. kaso hindi eh. hahaha.
tapos nakausap ko ang common friend namin ni rollz. namention ko yung incident sa kanya. sabi niya meron din daw siyang mysterious stalker. nagcompare kami ng number and as it turns out, iisang tao lang ito. ang pakilala naman sa kanya nitong texter ay ronald. grabe! sabi pa nga sa kanya, tatawagan daw siya sa gabi. ibang klase! at di ko inexpect, tinawagan din ako. buti na lang namamatay ang bulok kong telepono kapag may tumatawag. creepy talaga.
ang tindi ng mga nagmomodus operandi na ito. feeling ko iniisa-isa nila yung mga number sa phonebook ni rollz, hoping na may mabiktima. buti na lang sinabi agad sa akin ni rollz. kaya mga peeps! ingat kayo! as much as possible, ingatan ang phone. o kaya, wag na lang magstore ng important information sa phone. delikado na talaga.
yun naman pala eh
words to live by...
- I HAVE MY GOALS AND I KNOW THE DIRECTION WHERE I AM GOING.
- TO REACH THESE GOALS, I WILL THINK FIRST, PLAN AND THEN, ACT.
- I WILL DO MY BEST TO ADJUST TO WHAT IS AROUND ME EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE.
- I WILL LOOK FOR, AND USE, NEW METHODS FOR MYSELF AND THOSE WHO ARE IN NEED.
- I WILL BE CONFIDENT AND COMPETENT AT WORK AT ALL TIMES.
- I WILL HAVE FAITH, BELIEF, AND CONFIDENCE IN MYSELF.· I WILL UNDERSTAND MY HOPES AND MY PRAYERS, AND MY ASPIRATIONS FOR WHAT THEY ARE.
- I WILL FIGHT FOR WHAT I WANT AND BELIEVE IN IT.
- I WILL BE KIND AND GENEROUS TO OTHERS.
- I WILL BE A LEADER IN MY PROFESSION.I
- I WILL BE A MAN FOR OTHERS.
- I WILL USE MY POWER OF SPEECH AT ALL TIMES.
- IF YOU WANT TO BE HAPPY, THEN, BE.
- A VISION WITHOUT A PLAN IS NOTHING BUT A DREAM.
- IF YOUR MIND CAN CONCEIVE IT, AND YOUR HEART CAN BELIEVE IT, THEN, GO AND ACHIEVE IT.
- THE SURE WAY TO MISS SUCCESS IS TO MISS EVERY OPPORTUNITY THAT COMES KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR.
- NO MAN EVER PLANNED TO FAIL. WHAT PROBABLY HAPPENED WAS, HE FAILED TO PLAN.
- WE CANNOT BECOME WHAT WE NEED TO BE BY REMAINING WHAT WE ARE.
- IN THE MIDDLE OF PAIN AND DISTRESS LIES A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY.
- THE PRICE OF HAPPINESS AND GREATNESS IS COMMITMENT AND RESPONSIBILITY.
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got this from jobsdb. its so funny. totoo ang sinabi sa the alchemist...something to the effect of...the universe conspires to give you what your heart desires...something like that.
the past few days, i have been doing some thinking. sus. understatement ata yun. i've been up until 4am every single freaking day trying to discern what i really want to do with my life. aside from being the house-sitter, that is. and i think i have finally accepted what i have been denying shamelessly. hahaha. i feel so happy. wala lang. parang nagswimming-at-kumain-ng-junk-food-and-sweets-all-day kind of happy. now all i need to do is plan to get to my ultimate destination. exciting!
...and this will not be possible without my choir friends. thanks for inviting me to the BBQ party! thanks kuya sherwin for the advice. hahaha. i know you won't get to read this pero thanks. super. sabay tayo sa pagpursue ng you-know-what ha? mag-iipon muna ako.
what's up?!
elo elo. sa wakas! ayus na ang computer kaya pwede na ako ulit magpost ng pictures. grabe. halos isang linggo naming di nagamit itong computer. hindi tuloy ako nakapagpadala ng mga resume. dito kse nakalagay yung mga files ko eh. grr. 1 week backlog. dapat bukas pa lang kumayod na ako. gusto ko na talaga magwork ulit.
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kanina pinagpractice ko magdrive si con papuntang ateneo. ok naman. buti na lang hindi ako nerbiyosa kundi baka kung ano na ang nangyari sa amin. nakakatawa nga lang si kat. backseat driver! hehehe. in fairness medyo ok naman siya magdrive. ninenerbyos lang din siguro kasi first time nya magdrive ng malayo. usually, kapag pinagprapractice ko siya eh papunta o pauwi galing simbahan lang which is around 5 blocks lang ata. hehehe. pero mukhang di na kakayanin ng faithful corolla namin ang pagpra-practice. feeling ko anytime soon eh bibigay na rin yun. hahaha. grabe, dami ng memories ng kotseng yun sa akin.
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kanina pinagpractice ko magdrive si con papuntang ateneo. ok naman. buti na lang hindi ako nerbiyosa kundi baka kung ano na ang nangyari sa amin. nakakatawa nga lang si kat. backseat driver! hehehe. in fairness medyo ok naman siya magdrive. ninenerbyos lang din siguro kasi first time nya magdrive ng malayo. usually, kapag pinagprapractice ko siya eh papunta o pauwi galing simbahan lang which is around 5 blocks lang ata. hehehe. pero mukhang di na kakayanin ng faithful corolla namin ang pagpra-practice. feeling ko anytime soon eh bibigay na rin yun. hahaha. grabe, dami ng memories ng kotseng yun sa akin.
ang problema sa akin
malabo ako. at duwag.
yun lang.
grr. kung pwede lang makipagpalit...
sa bagay, ako rin naman ang nagpapagulo at nagpapahirap sa sarili ko. kaya nga mas nakakainis eh. alangan naman makipagsabunutan o suntukin ko ang sarili ko tuwing naiinis ako.
bakit ba kasi laging dapat mamili. dapat may sacrifice. can't we have it all?
napaisip ako kung ano ba talaga ang pumipigil sa akin. alam ko naman ang gusto ko eh. kaso nakakatakot.
...kasi alam ko hindi iyon ang gusto nila
...kasi hindi ko sigurado kung magtatagumpay nga ako
...kasi natatakot akong magkamali
hay buhay...
yun lang.
grr. kung pwede lang makipagpalit...
sa bagay, ako rin naman ang nagpapagulo at nagpapahirap sa sarili ko. kaya nga mas nakakainis eh. alangan naman makipagsabunutan o suntukin ko ang sarili ko tuwing naiinis ako.
bakit ba kasi laging dapat mamili. dapat may sacrifice. can't we have it all?
napaisip ako kung ano ba talaga ang pumipigil sa akin. alam ko naman ang gusto ko eh. kaso nakakatakot.
...kasi alam ko hindi iyon ang gusto nila
...kasi hindi ko sigurado kung magtatagumpay nga ako
...kasi natatakot akong magkamali
hay buhay...
Terrorized...from Rolling Rolls (True Story)
Yesterday, I got off in Katipunan LRT2 station after having gone through my required medical examination for Sykes in Medicard, Makati. I decided to walk to McDonalds to have dinner there. Actually, I thought of riding a tricycle, but I decided against it since these days, every single cent counts. Have I known… damn…
So anyway, it was around after six. I was somewhere after the gotohan, near the foot of the flyover, where the infamous vulcanizing station is, when a man approached me. Honestly, I don’t know what I was daydreaming about then, but panic busted me out of my reverie, realizing the odds that the situation I was in spells hold-up. I didn’t really understand what the man was saying. I was expecting a knife pointing at me, but the man just continued talking. What I could remember was him asking me a minute for some questions. I didn’t actually said yes, but he proceeded anyway. He asked me where I came from and where I was going. I told him I just came from a medical check-up, as proven my taped arm, and that I was going to McDo for dinner. He then went on with this story of his “pamangkin” was “binastos” in McDo and was currently in a state of shock, unable to speak. Not that he accuses me, he says, but the guy who allegedly made “bastos” to his “pamangkin” was somewhat a hip-hop, has pierced ears, and was wearing a blue shirt. Fine, I was wearing my blue asshole shirt, but I most definitely am not a hip-hop, though I was wearing rather loose pants. Plus, my ears have no goddamned piercing. But of course, I wasn’t that tough. I knew I was in the middle of trouble and I was so shocked. Fear was obviously written all over my face. This man then verbally attacked me that made me feel guilty and terrified at the same time. “Bakit naman ganyan kayo [maka-react]. Tao naman akong lumapit sa ‘yo. Nanghihingi lang ako ng tulong, kami ang naagrabyado dito.” Naninindak!
I actually said sorry. My lame excuse was “hindi ako sanay sa ganito”. There was this other man who came along when these things were happening. The first guy who approached me introduced himself as a Konsehal, and this other guy was Sarhento Villamor, who was helping them look for the kids allegedly responsible for beating up Larry, who were with her “pamangkin” Shirly. In the end, I’m not sure who his “pamangkin” actually was. There were inconstancies along the way, but I was too busy worrying how this day would end, or whether I’d actually survive all these alive. So anyway, this Konsehal explained that this guy who messed with Larry and Shirly was not alone. There were other guys, also pierced, and have high-lights. Along came this guy from the opposite side (coming from McDo area, the Konsehal approached me from the back). Bingo. White shirt, late teen-ish, and high-lighter hair. Konsehal then approached this guy, pretty much the same way as he approached me. While this Konsehal was talking to this other kid, Sarhento Villamor asked for an apology for the way I was approached. He made me understand that these people are distressed because they were “naagrabyado”. He appeared to be somewhat the pacifier through all these shit. They just want to ask some questions because I, and this other guy, might be able to help them. I said ok, I’d be willing to help, but I asked if we can at least talk in McDo, or in the gotohan. I wanted to scream I don’t fucking trust you guys. He said we’ll ask Konsehal about this.
While Konsehal was talking to this other guy, along came another kid, roughly around my age, asking Sarhento “Ito ba ang bumugbog sa kapatid ko?” He was informed, no, we weren’t, and that they were just questioning us and we might be able to help. The Sarhento, in his fatherly voice then, advised this kid (we were introduced late on, but I didn’t get his ‘name’ so let’s call him Boy Gago) that what he allegedly did a while ago was unhelpful. Boy Gago supposedly beat up a guy whom he assumed to be the one responsible for Larry and Shirly’s condition. Konsehal then joined us with this other kid. He asked for our names. The kid with the high-lights said he was RC, while I stupidly told him I’m Rolls. They also asked us where we live, and again, I stupidly said I’m from Marikina. From Barangka. They asked if that’s what the street was called. I said no, it’s a general area near Riverbanks. I should have lied. But at the time, I thought against it. Maybe these guys are actually policemen and lying might further incriminate me.
Konsehal apologized for the way we were approached and told us that they just want our cooperation. They want us to help identify these people because as they say, these guys in their haste to leave have left an unfilled form for a fraternity with his picture on it. They want us to identify this person, and if we don’t know him, then we can leave. Also in effect, they want Shirly and Larry to identify whether we are part of the group who messed with them.
My mind was reeling. What’s happening to me? Am I being framed up? But I couldn’t do anything out of shock so I went with them, supposedly, to the clinic.
My landlord, Kuya Mike, owns a billiard place somewhere in Abad, somewhere at the back of Mini-stop, and I knew that indeed, there was a clinic somewhere near there. This place is actually accessible through Xavierville, which were only a few feet away from where we were. I wanted to run to Kuya Mike’s place, but I was held up by the thought that, what if this guys are actually policemen and started shooting?
So I went with them, without a struggle, since I wasn’t actually alone with the three of them anyway. There was RC, whom I asked how he got into this, and told me that he was just asked like I have been. But Konsehal didn’t come with us. He said he’s be asking some more people.
We were heading to Mini-stop then, and of course, there was a police station under the Fly-over and I assumed we were going there. But we kept on walking, so I assumed that we were going to the clinic. Through all these, Sarhento Villamor was somewhat being amiable, asking me where I came from. To hide my discomfort, I told him the truth. That I came from Makati for a medical examination, and that I also went to NBI but I arrived past their closing time. So he gathered I’m applying for a job, so he asked me where I applied for. For the third time, I stupidly told them I’m applying for a call center in Makati. Luckily, I wasn’t able to say which company. RC also asked me whether these call center requires the applicant’s fluency in English.
In that curve of Esteban Abada where a public urinal stood, we were met by Konsehal. All this time I was watching my back because that area was kinda dark. Konsehal told us, or somehow, to that effect, that Shirly and Larry are no longer in the clinic but in the Baranggay [Hall], and that we should head there instead. We passed by Kuya Mike’s billiard place, and stupidly, I decided not to run towards there because, again, who knows these guys are actually policemen and start shooting. I didn’t wanna involve other people into this mess. As we were walking, Konsehal decided that what we should do was take a look at the picture, and they’d give us a number in case we decide later on that we know these people. As we arrived in Zagu, in the corner of Xavierville and Abada, we turned right and sat in that makeshift bench near 101 Xavierville Building. Sarhento proceeded and Konsehal told us that the guy is going to the Baranggay and get the picture.
I was beyond nervousness then. I was in excess of morbid thoughts. I thought of how just a few months after graduation, I might be dead. How will my mom take it? What will happen to my siblings?
While we were waiting, Konsehal told us that we should treat Sarhento with respect because he’s a policeman. Before us, they’ve supposedly interrogated other kids and Sarhento almost hit them with the back of his gun because they were impudent. Further intimidations, right? And I’ve been more than cooperative from the start.
I was really thinking that if the whole thing was a plot to steal me of my belongings, they should at least just get on with it and save me from all these horror. That would have been more humane.
But they have been more than convincing and consistent with their story.
Sarhento arrived but I didn’t really realize that if he supposedly came from the Baranggay in Park 9, the time of his absence was ridiculously too short. But these details didn’t really come to my attention then. I was too pre-occupied with the fear of dying, or whatever acts of conspiracy these guys were thinking. Sarhento said that there’s been a witness, and that, as we will be identifying the pictures, we would also be identified by the witness. Of course, these witness was under protection, that’s why we’re going to the Baranggay.
Konsehal took RC first to go with him to the Baranggay. While we were waiting, Sarhento and Boy Gago were chatting with me. Sarhento offered to buy me Zagu for free. I said no, I’m fine. But now that I thought about it, I should have said yes, and dashed for Kuya Mike’s place which was within a run-able distance. Or I should have asked for a Coke instead. Hopefully, we’d buy it in Kuya Mike’s place.
But Konsehal and RC arrived shortly. Konsehal was steaming mad. Or so he appears to be. “Makulit pala ‘tong gagong ‘to eh!” Apparently, he was asking RC whether he have modes of communication and other stuff. “Oo. At alam ko ang serial number niyan”. This appears to be what made him mad.He informed us that apart from the other details, those who beat up Larry also had a cellphone, and also took with them a stash of money, around thousands, supposedly for tuition fee. So he asked us if we have ATM Cards, because the money could have been deposited there. RC said yes, and I showed him mine but I told him it’s no longer of use. “Wala akong pakialam diyan!” he said. He just wanna know. He asked us how much money we were carrying. I said I only got four hundred. RC on the other hand, said. “Sa totoo lang, me four thousand ako dito tsaka ilang lapad, padala ng nanay ko. Again, Konsehal said, “wala akong pakilam diyan.” He also asked us if we have cellphones. Of course, he has seen RC’s, so I showed mine. He also asked us if we were carrying knives or any pointed weapons, pillbox or illegal drugs (Drugs? Me?! No way!). We both said no. And so he searched our wallets. Or was it actually just mine? I don’t remember him searching RC’s wallet as much as he did on mine. But of course, I only have these realizations now. What he obviously saw in my wallet were just a bunch of receipts and some hundred peso bills.
The reason for him asking about this, Konsehal says, is because this is his way of at least making it up and covering for us. He admits he’s taking up our time. One hell of a time, I say! And that, our cellphones, the money we’ve got, and whatever we have hidden, might look suspicious in front of the Baranggay. So he suggested we just leave our stuff and just go to the Baranggay so we could immediately come back.
As a safekeeping measure, he asked me to hold RC’s stuff. I refused. Konsehal came on to me saying “Wala ‘yan. Bakit ka ba ganyan? [Guilty] ka yata eh!” He thrusted it on my lap. I didn’t touch it.
When he and RC left, I gave it to Sarhento. I repeated I didn’t want to touch it. My mind was racing. This could be a frame up. They could accuse me of stealing RC’s stuff. But as I’ve said, the policeman was the rather soft one, so he gave RC’s stuff to Boy Gago. They continued talking to me, I guess, somehow, to appease me. But at that point, I really couldn’t remain calm. I was shaking uncontrollably. I asked them if I could call my Uncle (I had Kuya Mike in mind). I said that I would be more of help to them if I feel secure. Sarhento asked whether this uncle of mine is also a police. Damn! I should have said yes. Sarhento said we’ll ask Konsehal of what I was asking for.
When RC and Konsehal arrived, RC looked more at ease now. He was “confiding” to Konsehal of how he got so scared of this bald guy in the Baranggay, he thought that he would have beaten him up. Konsehal, on the other hand, was saying how “muntik na niyang binunutan si RC n’ung akala niya tatakbuhan sila.” So now, obviously it was my turn. My request wasn’t brought up, and I was, to some degree, placated because RC arrived in one piece.
Same procedures. I took out my cellphone, and I was supposed t o give my wallet, and again, he asked me how much I got. I said “Four hundred lang.” Then, noticing I also had another twenty peso bill, I said “Ay! Four hundred twenty pala.”
Konsehal took the four hundred bills, placed the twenty back in my wallet and handed it back to me. Then, the bills, along with my cellphone, he had RC hold it.
This time, it was Sarhento and Boy Gago’s turn to bring me to the Baranggay. We were walking along Gayuma, towards that RCBC corner. I asked them, “So ‘pag tinanong ako ng Baranggay kung me cellphone ako, sabihin ko wala?” They said, “Basta ‘wag mo na lang sabihin. Basta ‘yung picture na lang.”
Then Sarhento added, “Baka naman ‘pag pinaghintay ka namin ng kaunti, takbuhan mo kami?”
What did he just say? They’d be isolating me somewhere? I shook my head.
Before we arrived in RCBC, there’s a car parked somewhere on the opposite side of the road. They instructed me to wait there for a while, and that, when they signal me to come to them, I should. My mind was in a blur. Ok. But I had a vague idea where this is leading to.
But I really stayed for a long time. I mean, WHAT IF THESE GUYS ARE ACTUALLY POLICEMEN AND START SHOOTING?
But I was there, waiting for a long time. Tricycle drivers were stopping by me asking me whether I need a ride. I nervously declined. A kid of about five came out of another car with his dad. They were ringing the doorbell of the house near where I and the car stood. Typical kid. He asked me whether the car was mine. Amidst my nervousness, I answered the kid with a smile that it wasn’t mine. He then asked me, “Ah driver ka?” It didn’t even crossed my mind to feel indignant. Again, I shook my head, but still smiled at him. “Ah, may hinihintay ka sa loob?” Though it was not entirely correct, I nodded. His dad looked at me suspiciously, then they went inside.
Ten minutes have passed, still no sign of Boy Gago and Sarhento Villa-puta! And I knew I’ve been had! I didn’t grieve over my loss though. Regret came later, but it wasn’t as much as the relief I felt when I realized I’ve only been duped. I felt so thankful to be alive. They were only after my money and my cellphone. To hell with those. I’m still alive! I’m gonna be able to go home. I’m gonna be able to start work next Friday. I’m gonna be able to save up to buy a new phone.
Still trembling, I hailed a tricycle and asked to be dropped at Kuya Mike’s billiard place. Passing by Zagu, I peered, and sure enough, Konsehal and RC were gone. That fucking RC has been an accomplice!
Kuya Mike thought I dropped by to sing in their videoke room. Kumanta nga ako. Kinanta ko ang nangyari sa akin. All the people around were listening, and someone handed me a glass of water. Obviously, I still looked shocked, and I could feel cold perspirations all over me. One tricycle driver deduced that those guys who stole my phone were probably not from the area. Dayo. ‘Cause the usual Modus Operandi was just tutok. But mine was an incredibly intricate story-telling, worthy of FAMAS awards. From best script, best director, best actor, best supporting actor, and audience participation. They’re probably laughing at me now. They even had the gall to use my sim card after that. Tita Irene rang my phone and they even had the gall to answer it. I wanted to scream profanities at them, but strangely enough, I didn’t hate them as much as I imagined I would have. I’m really thankful that I’m still alive. At least, those guys really have avoided hurting me. Heck, they even left me twenty for fare, plus my wallet with all my vital cards and receipts.
If you guys receive any text messages from me though, from this number, 09276442413, then obviously, it’s a hoax. Report to immediate authorities. Err… I didn’t actually do that. I guess, I just didn’t want further headaches. So I guess, fine, just leave them be. Ignore these people. Let’s just pray for their souls. Perhaps, they really needed the money.
Right.
On second thought, I do have a tiny wish that they rot in hell. A prison cell wouldn’t be that bad either.
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people beware of this modus operandi! try to think clear in these kinds of situations! be prepared! visualize what you will do if you were in this type of situation. practicing helps! be safe!
So anyway, it was around after six. I was somewhere after the gotohan, near the foot of the flyover, where the infamous vulcanizing station is, when a man approached me. Honestly, I don’t know what I was daydreaming about then, but panic busted me out of my reverie, realizing the odds that the situation I was in spells hold-up. I didn’t really understand what the man was saying. I was expecting a knife pointing at me, but the man just continued talking. What I could remember was him asking me a minute for some questions. I didn’t actually said yes, but he proceeded anyway. He asked me where I came from and where I was going. I told him I just came from a medical check-up, as proven my taped arm, and that I was going to McDo for dinner. He then went on with this story of his “pamangkin” was “binastos” in McDo and was currently in a state of shock, unable to speak. Not that he accuses me, he says, but the guy who allegedly made “bastos” to his “pamangkin” was somewhat a hip-hop, has pierced ears, and was wearing a blue shirt. Fine, I was wearing my blue asshole shirt, but I most definitely am not a hip-hop, though I was wearing rather loose pants. Plus, my ears have no goddamned piercing. But of course, I wasn’t that tough. I knew I was in the middle of trouble and I was so shocked. Fear was obviously written all over my face. This man then verbally attacked me that made me feel guilty and terrified at the same time. “Bakit naman ganyan kayo [maka-react]. Tao naman akong lumapit sa ‘yo. Nanghihingi lang ako ng tulong, kami ang naagrabyado dito.” Naninindak!
I actually said sorry. My lame excuse was “hindi ako sanay sa ganito”. There was this other man who came along when these things were happening. The first guy who approached me introduced himself as a Konsehal, and this other guy was Sarhento Villamor, who was helping them look for the kids allegedly responsible for beating up Larry, who were with her “pamangkin” Shirly. In the end, I’m not sure who his “pamangkin” actually was. There were inconstancies along the way, but I was too busy worrying how this day would end, or whether I’d actually survive all these alive. So anyway, this Konsehal explained that this guy who messed with Larry and Shirly was not alone. There were other guys, also pierced, and have high-lights. Along came this guy from the opposite side (coming from McDo area, the Konsehal approached me from the back). Bingo. White shirt, late teen-ish, and high-lighter hair. Konsehal then approached this guy, pretty much the same way as he approached me. While this Konsehal was talking to this other kid, Sarhento Villamor asked for an apology for the way I was approached. He made me understand that these people are distressed because they were “naagrabyado”. He appeared to be somewhat the pacifier through all these shit. They just want to ask some questions because I, and this other guy, might be able to help them. I said ok, I’d be willing to help, but I asked if we can at least talk in McDo, or in the gotohan. I wanted to scream I don’t fucking trust you guys. He said we’ll ask Konsehal about this.
While Konsehal was talking to this other guy, along came another kid, roughly around my age, asking Sarhento “Ito ba ang bumugbog sa kapatid ko?” He was informed, no, we weren’t, and that they were just questioning us and we might be able to help. The Sarhento, in his fatherly voice then, advised this kid (we were introduced late on, but I didn’t get his ‘name’ so let’s call him Boy Gago) that what he allegedly did a while ago was unhelpful. Boy Gago supposedly beat up a guy whom he assumed to be the one responsible for Larry and Shirly’s condition. Konsehal then joined us with this other kid. He asked for our names. The kid with the high-lights said he was RC, while I stupidly told him I’m Rolls. They also asked us where we live, and again, I stupidly said I’m from Marikina. From Barangka. They asked if that’s what the street was called. I said no, it’s a general area near Riverbanks. I should have lied. But at the time, I thought against it. Maybe these guys are actually policemen and lying might further incriminate me.
Konsehal apologized for the way we were approached and told us that they just want our cooperation. They want us to help identify these people because as they say, these guys in their haste to leave have left an unfilled form for a fraternity with his picture on it. They want us to identify this person, and if we don’t know him, then we can leave. Also in effect, they want Shirly and Larry to identify whether we are part of the group who messed with them.
My mind was reeling. What’s happening to me? Am I being framed up? But I couldn’t do anything out of shock so I went with them, supposedly, to the clinic.
My landlord, Kuya Mike, owns a billiard place somewhere in Abad, somewhere at the back of Mini-stop, and I knew that indeed, there was a clinic somewhere near there. This place is actually accessible through Xavierville, which were only a few feet away from where we were. I wanted to run to Kuya Mike’s place, but I was held up by the thought that, what if this guys are actually policemen and started shooting?
So I went with them, without a struggle, since I wasn’t actually alone with the three of them anyway. There was RC, whom I asked how he got into this, and told me that he was just asked like I have been. But Konsehal didn’t come with us. He said he’s be asking some more people.
We were heading to Mini-stop then, and of course, there was a police station under the Fly-over and I assumed we were going there. But we kept on walking, so I assumed that we were going to the clinic. Through all these, Sarhento Villamor was somewhat being amiable, asking me where I came from. To hide my discomfort, I told him the truth. That I came from Makati for a medical examination, and that I also went to NBI but I arrived past their closing time. So he gathered I’m applying for a job, so he asked me where I applied for. For the third time, I stupidly told them I’m applying for a call center in Makati. Luckily, I wasn’t able to say which company. RC also asked me whether these call center requires the applicant’s fluency in English.
In that curve of Esteban Abada where a public urinal stood, we were met by Konsehal. All this time I was watching my back because that area was kinda dark. Konsehal told us, or somehow, to that effect, that Shirly and Larry are no longer in the clinic but in the Baranggay [Hall], and that we should head there instead. We passed by Kuya Mike’s billiard place, and stupidly, I decided not to run towards there because, again, who knows these guys are actually policemen and start shooting. I didn’t wanna involve other people into this mess. As we were walking, Konsehal decided that what we should do was take a look at the picture, and they’d give us a number in case we decide later on that we know these people. As we arrived in Zagu, in the corner of Xavierville and Abada, we turned right and sat in that makeshift bench near 101 Xavierville Building. Sarhento proceeded and Konsehal told us that the guy is going to the Baranggay and get the picture.
I was beyond nervousness then. I was in excess of morbid thoughts. I thought of how just a few months after graduation, I might be dead. How will my mom take it? What will happen to my siblings?
While we were waiting, Konsehal told us that we should treat Sarhento with respect because he’s a policeman. Before us, they’ve supposedly interrogated other kids and Sarhento almost hit them with the back of his gun because they were impudent. Further intimidations, right? And I’ve been more than cooperative from the start.
I was really thinking that if the whole thing was a plot to steal me of my belongings, they should at least just get on with it and save me from all these horror. That would have been more humane.
But they have been more than convincing and consistent with their story.
Sarhento arrived but I didn’t really realize that if he supposedly came from the Baranggay in Park 9, the time of his absence was ridiculously too short. But these details didn’t really come to my attention then. I was too pre-occupied with the fear of dying, or whatever acts of conspiracy these guys were thinking. Sarhento said that there’s been a witness, and that, as we will be identifying the pictures, we would also be identified by the witness. Of course, these witness was under protection, that’s why we’re going to the Baranggay.
Konsehal took RC first to go with him to the Baranggay. While we were waiting, Sarhento and Boy Gago were chatting with me. Sarhento offered to buy me Zagu for free. I said no, I’m fine. But now that I thought about it, I should have said yes, and dashed for Kuya Mike’s place which was within a run-able distance. Or I should have asked for a Coke instead. Hopefully, we’d buy it in Kuya Mike’s place.
But Konsehal and RC arrived shortly. Konsehal was steaming mad. Or so he appears to be. “Makulit pala ‘tong gagong ‘to eh!” Apparently, he was asking RC whether he have modes of communication and other stuff. “Oo. At alam ko ang serial number niyan”. This appears to be what made him mad.He informed us that apart from the other details, those who beat up Larry also had a cellphone, and also took with them a stash of money, around thousands, supposedly for tuition fee. So he asked us if we have ATM Cards, because the money could have been deposited there. RC said yes, and I showed him mine but I told him it’s no longer of use. “Wala akong pakialam diyan!” he said. He just wanna know. He asked us how much money we were carrying. I said I only got four hundred. RC on the other hand, said. “Sa totoo lang, me four thousand ako dito tsaka ilang lapad, padala ng nanay ko. Again, Konsehal said, “wala akong pakilam diyan.” He also asked us if we have cellphones. Of course, he has seen RC’s, so I showed mine. He also asked us if we were carrying knives or any pointed weapons, pillbox or illegal drugs (Drugs? Me?! No way!). We both said no. And so he searched our wallets. Or was it actually just mine? I don’t remember him searching RC’s wallet as much as he did on mine. But of course, I only have these realizations now. What he obviously saw in my wallet were just a bunch of receipts and some hundred peso bills.
The reason for him asking about this, Konsehal says, is because this is his way of at least making it up and covering for us. He admits he’s taking up our time. One hell of a time, I say! And that, our cellphones, the money we’ve got, and whatever we have hidden, might look suspicious in front of the Baranggay. So he suggested we just leave our stuff and just go to the Baranggay so we could immediately come back.
As a safekeeping measure, he asked me to hold RC’s stuff. I refused. Konsehal came on to me saying “Wala ‘yan. Bakit ka ba ganyan? [Guilty] ka yata eh!” He thrusted it on my lap. I didn’t touch it.
When he and RC left, I gave it to Sarhento. I repeated I didn’t want to touch it. My mind was racing. This could be a frame up. They could accuse me of stealing RC’s stuff. But as I’ve said, the policeman was the rather soft one, so he gave RC’s stuff to Boy Gago. They continued talking to me, I guess, somehow, to appease me. But at that point, I really couldn’t remain calm. I was shaking uncontrollably. I asked them if I could call my Uncle (I had Kuya Mike in mind). I said that I would be more of help to them if I feel secure. Sarhento asked whether this uncle of mine is also a police. Damn! I should have said yes. Sarhento said we’ll ask Konsehal of what I was asking for.
When RC and Konsehal arrived, RC looked more at ease now. He was “confiding” to Konsehal of how he got so scared of this bald guy in the Baranggay, he thought that he would have beaten him up. Konsehal, on the other hand, was saying how “muntik na niyang binunutan si RC n’ung akala niya tatakbuhan sila.” So now, obviously it was my turn. My request wasn’t brought up, and I was, to some degree, placated because RC arrived in one piece.
Same procedures. I took out my cellphone, and I was supposed t o give my wallet, and again, he asked me how much I got. I said “Four hundred lang.” Then, noticing I also had another twenty peso bill, I said “Ay! Four hundred twenty pala.”
Konsehal took the four hundred bills, placed the twenty back in my wallet and handed it back to me. Then, the bills, along with my cellphone, he had RC hold it.
This time, it was Sarhento and Boy Gago’s turn to bring me to the Baranggay. We were walking along Gayuma, towards that RCBC corner. I asked them, “So ‘pag tinanong ako ng Baranggay kung me cellphone ako, sabihin ko wala?” They said, “Basta ‘wag mo na lang sabihin. Basta ‘yung picture na lang.”
Then Sarhento added, “Baka naman ‘pag pinaghintay ka namin ng kaunti, takbuhan mo kami?”
What did he just say? They’d be isolating me somewhere? I shook my head.
Before we arrived in RCBC, there’s a car parked somewhere on the opposite side of the road. They instructed me to wait there for a while, and that, when they signal me to come to them, I should. My mind was in a blur. Ok. But I had a vague idea where this is leading to.
But I really stayed for a long time. I mean, WHAT IF THESE GUYS ARE ACTUALLY POLICEMEN AND START SHOOTING?
But I was there, waiting for a long time. Tricycle drivers were stopping by me asking me whether I need a ride. I nervously declined. A kid of about five came out of another car with his dad. They were ringing the doorbell of the house near where I and the car stood. Typical kid. He asked me whether the car was mine. Amidst my nervousness, I answered the kid with a smile that it wasn’t mine. He then asked me, “Ah driver ka?” It didn’t even crossed my mind to feel indignant. Again, I shook my head, but still smiled at him. “Ah, may hinihintay ka sa loob?” Though it was not entirely correct, I nodded. His dad looked at me suspiciously, then they went inside.
Ten minutes have passed, still no sign of Boy Gago and Sarhento Villa-puta! And I knew I’ve been had! I didn’t grieve over my loss though. Regret came later, but it wasn’t as much as the relief I felt when I realized I’ve only been duped. I felt so thankful to be alive. They were only after my money and my cellphone. To hell with those. I’m still alive! I’m gonna be able to go home. I’m gonna be able to start work next Friday. I’m gonna be able to save up to buy a new phone.
Still trembling, I hailed a tricycle and asked to be dropped at Kuya Mike’s billiard place. Passing by Zagu, I peered, and sure enough, Konsehal and RC were gone. That fucking RC has been an accomplice!
Kuya Mike thought I dropped by to sing in their videoke room. Kumanta nga ako. Kinanta ko ang nangyari sa akin. All the people around were listening, and someone handed me a glass of water. Obviously, I still looked shocked, and I could feel cold perspirations all over me. One tricycle driver deduced that those guys who stole my phone were probably not from the area. Dayo. ‘Cause the usual Modus Operandi was just tutok. But mine was an incredibly intricate story-telling, worthy of FAMAS awards. From best script, best director, best actor, best supporting actor, and audience participation. They’re probably laughing at me now. They even had the gall to use my sim card after that. Tita Irene rang my phone and they even had the gall to answer it. I wanted to scream profanities at them, but strangely enough, I didn’t hate them as much as I imagined I would have. I’m really thankful that I’m still alive. At least, those guys really have avoided hurting me. Heck, they even left me twenty for fare, plus my wallet with all my vital cards and receipts.
If you guys receive any text messages from me though, from this number, 09276442413, then obviously, it’s a hoax. Report to immediate authorities. Err… I didn’t actually do that. I guess, I just didn’t want further headaches. So I guess, fine, just leave them be. Ignore these people. Let’s just pray for their souls. Perhaps, they really needed the money.
Right.
On second thought, I do have a tiny wish that they rot in hell. A prison cell wouldn’t be that bad either.
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people beware of this modus operandi! try to think clear in these kinds of situations! be prepared! visualize what you will do if you were in this type of situation. practicing helps! be safe!
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