This post is long over due. These events happened last August 6 and 7
but I was too busy to share what happened. But now, since there is no
classes (Ninoy Aquino Day) I will share two unfortunate events of my
life: my phone was snatched from my hands on my way home, and our family
pet cat had gone AWOL (but she's back now, thank God).
So
on August 6, on my way home from I cannot remember where, I rode the
jeepney from Baclaran. We were along Coastal Road, when the traffic lights turn red and we had to stop. I was reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of
Fire ebook on my phone and the chapter I was in was Chapter 30:
Pensieve, I was also listening through my earphones to a song of ABBA. In the ebook, something was about
to happen to Harry when in reality, a hand suddenly came from outside the jeepney
and took hold of my phone and snatched it away. I was not holding my phone tightly but I tried to tug it from the snatcher by pulling my earphones, of course the earphones just came out of the headset socket and the perpetrator managed to run away. All I could do was to shout "F*ck, yung phone ko (F*ck, my phone!)" Which was of course did not help. I did not dare run after him because (1) the snatcher was already ahead of me by five meters, (2) the snatcher knew what he was doing, and by the looks of it, he was already a pro in snatching, (3) I am a slow runner, and (4) the jeepney I was riding will surely leave me behind when the traffic lights turn green.
And there I sat, shocked with what just happened and stared at my co-passengers dazedly. I heard them murmuring, "Marami talagang magnanakaw dito sa lugar na 'to (There are really many snatchers in this area), "Grabe, bata pa yun oh (Woah, the snatcher was still young!)" and sadly, there is nothing I can do about it. I asked the passenger on my left if I could text my mother with her phone and she let me (and ironically, my mother did not receive my text).
The rest is history, my My| Phone Rio Fun is no longer my phone. The Smurfs' Village I was playing (and had undergone reset thrice already) is gone forever. And the photos I had with celebrities were lost as well, thank goodness to Instagram I still have an Instasize copy.
The next day, our family cat (Jerbie) escaped. I was watching the preview of The Last 5 Years at CPR Auditorium in RCBC (try to get your tickets, it is a wonderful show) when my mother texted me "Wala na si Gerbie, nakatakas siya. Hindi ko makita (Gerbie's gone. She escaped and I cannot find her.)" I cannot focus on the show anymore, I was restless. I wanted to teleport home right then and there and look for her. When the production called for a break, I went home. I searched in the darkness to find her. I called out Jerbie's name while crying. The people in the neighborhood came looking for our cat as well. I looked for her for more than 30 minutes but to no avail. An old man even told me to go home and he will look for her in the morning. I grudgingly walked home.
The next day, before my 7:30AM class (which was Cinema), I could not help but sob. My friends and classmates were shocked and surrounded me asking what is wrong, consoling me, patting my back, and stuff. I could not bare the people surrounded me so I shouted "Layuan mo ako, Bryan! F*ck (Bryan, leave me alone! F*ck!)" Unfortunately, my professor was just right outside the door and heard my outburst.
The rest of the day, I was dazed. I could not easily laugh. I was even silent than usual. And I did not even joke around with my friends. At home, my mother was also morose. Every time I pass by Jerbie's cage, I could not help but feel a pang of sadness and I would feel the urge to cry.
The next day (a Saturday), I ushered for a debut. Compared to the previous day, I was more lively, but not as lively as I usually am. The debut lasted probably until two in the morning but I went home around 12 midnight. I rode a cab with my co-debut workers Kuya Marcel and Teacher Howie but I got off at Heritage Hotel to ride a jeepney.
I was sleeping during the ride but when the jeepney passed Talaba, I woke up and got off the jeepney. I got off quite a distance from the terminal so I have to walk. As I was walking, I realized that I rode the jeepney going directly to another terminal. Having no choice, I rode another jeepney passing a different route but still would lead me home. Amazingly, I was awake during the second jeepney ride. I was actually wondering why since I wasn't conscious during my first jeepney ride. Since I was awake, I stared out the window to look for signs of Jerbie. I passed this school near where I live, with its doorway lit and a black and white cat sitting. At first, I thought it was Jerbie but I noticed that the cat was bigger than ours so I ignored it. I got off the jeepney and was about to walk home when I had a second thought, maybe I should check it out, after all it was just a distance away. So instead of walking home, I walked the opposite way and headed for the school.
As I passed a wooden cart, I looked down and saw... JERBIE! She was sitting there, looking lost. I crouched in front of her and took hold of her. She squirmed at first but probably upon realizing who I was, she relaxed in my arms. She and I rode the tricycle home. I was screaming "Ma! Nakuha ko na si Jerbie (Ma! I got Jerbie!)" when I got home, waking the whole house. And well, we are living happily ever after :D.
The things you see in this blog are nothing but my sentiments about life and all the things I love. Feel free to comment on my blog posts, as I accept any criticism thrown at me.
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Thursday, August 21, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
A Journey Home
This post will be different from my other posts. This will be a bit religous, but not so much.
On my way home, I was riding this jeepney which unfortunately stalled in the middle of the high way where there is no easy access for the passengers to get another ride. Instead of getting pissed off like the other passengers, I just silently prayed. Prayed that we'll get another ride, prayed that we'll all be safe, prayed that the driver will be able to get back his lost salary for the day, and prayed that I will still be able to get home before 8:40 so I can still catch My Destiny :) Kidding aside, when we finally get to ride a jeepney, whose driver was a bit but not quite reluctant to let us ride his vehicle because we were not going his official route, I felt deeply sorry for the jeepney driver whose vehicle stalled. I honestly almost cried. I mean, because of what happened, his take home pay will be smaller. According to the driver who gave us a lift, the jeepney's clutch was ruined and that costs much for a driver. And with a small take home pay, what will happen to his family? His hungry children?
I now remember the time, about two years ago, when almost all of the gasoline of the jeepney I was riding was wasted because his tank leaked. The poor driver even got his whole shirt soaked with gas because he attempted to stop the leaking of his tank. I remember not bothering to get back my fare so he could at least have a little more money. I know 15 pesos is not much, but it was something.
Come to think of it, I now feel guilty of wanting and getting my fare back. I now remember the look of the poor driver when I asked him if he will return our payment, he smiled somewhat sadly and said that he will personally give the new driver our fare because the money he has were whole bills. I know it is my right to get back my money, but comparing myself with the driver, I was more fortunate. His sad smile haunts my conscience.
Lord, may you bless the poor driver. May he still be able to feed his family, despite what happened tonight. Please also bless the gallant driver for the kindness he showed. And lastly, Lord, may there be more kind-hearted people around to help the less fortunate.
Lord, may you bless the poor driver. May he still be able to feed his family, despite what happened tonight. Please also bless the gallant driver for the kindness he showed. And lastly, Lord, may there be more kind-hearted people around to help the less fortunate.
Realization: patience is a virtue. Why be mad because you were late on your way home, when someone just lost his pay for the day, which may mean hunger for his family? Remember, it is not always 'I' that matters.
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