November 11, 2010
One of the most appalling and most unforgettable and horrendous experiences in my life happened on this date. I was riding a jeepney on my way home from Robinson's Place Manila. That was where I met the god of the nastiest omens. He was with his battalion of evil. He was wearing jeans, loose gangsta shirt and a white nikey hat. He sat in front of me. Two of his affiliates positioned themselves on my left and right wings. Another one was situated beside him, discreetly playing with his folding pocket/butterfly knife (balisong). Then they began to execute what they were there for. They moved with precision: very scientific and cautious at the same time.
2 minutes..
3 minutes..
Boom
I heard the devil shouted. "Para na!!"
That's when the world crumbled right in front of me.
There was nothing I could do.
I can't help but grieve.
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I was deeply sorry for myself not because
I just lost one of my most treasured possessions.
But for the reason that..
It's a birthday gift from
my two sisters
working their asses off in Los Angeles.
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