Make my day by answering this survey!
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/PNKXJH7
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
16.9.10
19.7.10
HI LOVES.
Whenever you visit, click on the Nuffnang ads on this site and help me earn $$$$ ! :)
Thanks ♥
Thanks ♥
It's over there, at the bottom, in case you didn't notice ;D ------->
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
SICK. HOMESICK.
"Lucky Me Pancit Canton - the taste of home."
Oha, pwedeng international Pancit Canton ad para sa mga Pinoys all over the world?
Oha, pwedeng international Pancit Canton ad para sa mga Pinoys all over the world?
Eating pancit canton makes me homesick. But I continue eating anyway. I guess it’s because
a.) it’s just really really yummy; and
b.) I guess I actually like the feeling of missing home. It keeps the bond strong, keeps me from getting detached. It keeps me looking forward to going home.
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
24.6.10
PLEASE TAKE ME BACK TO THE START.
I've been really nostalgic lately. I was back in my province, Balanga, for a week til yesterday and I was like, "Naaalala mo pa yung..." "Tapos yung..!" with my cousins when we were at lola's house.
The "____ loves _____" writings on the walls and cupboards of the tindahan, the games we used to play, and a whole lot more. I just want to be a kid again. No, not only that. I want to repeat everything again, actually.
It's just sad how you slowly realize that you're growing up so fast that all the lovely memories from the past are slowly becoming a bit blurred and hazy. I know I can't repeat everything all over again but I'd want to at least actually remember everything clearly; I'd want to look back whenever I please, and get to smile at that special memory.
It's sad. How I'm starting to realize that I'm growing up and, sooner or later, everything's going to just be a simple memory, a thing of the past. And that I can't re-live any of it, but just merely recall it. And my memory sucks balls :'|
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
27.5.10
TODAY WAS A-AWESOME.
Today was a fairytale :) Loljk, it wasn't but it was damn awesome :)
End of Summer Test.
Sports Day.
Cheering and screaming like mad.
Flashmob.
Hiphopper who looks like Khunnie.
Headbanging and jumping +drugs being high.
Playing in the field.
Singing the school song like drunk people.
Thank God for everything and, for everything, thank God :}
End of Summer Test.
Sports Day.
Cheering and screaming like mad.
Flashmob.
Hiphopper who looks like Khunnie.
Headbanging and jumping +
Playing in the field.
Singing the school song like drunk people.
Thank God for everything and, for everything, thank God :}
They said, "Better dancers move in front." and I thought to myself, "Who'd actually assume that they're better in dancing than everyone else? Lawl" But then, apparently, such people exist. Sorry, but I shall raise an eyebrow on you /:)
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
21.5.10
SUMMER TEST.
Now that's an oxymoron.
So, yeah, and I'm online right now :O
So, yeah, and I'm online right now :O
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
19.4.10
THIS WORLD NEEDS MORE TECHY WIZZES.
Donghaebaby♥'s
Waiting for May to come; only til then would the long-awaited treatment be offered for service.
I don't wear eyeliner.
It's not my fault I have retarded eyes. T^T
I don't wear make-up (all the time).
I'm not that feminine.
(I don't even know if I am feminine.)
(Heh. Yeah, I'm a girl. But, sorry, I'm not feminine. And, yes, there's a huge diff. And, no, being a girl does not require you to conform to society's expectations and act like how they expect you to act. And, yes, most people do think that way. But, no, I don't. But, yes, a lot of them do. But, no, I am sometimes feminine too. But, no, not that kind. And...)
Sometimes, I talk too much and I think I talk too much
so sometimes I talk little to avoid talking too much
but then I think I talk too little so I talk too much.
This does not make any sense.
Of course it doesn't.
I'm supposed to be doing Econs now.
I'm screwed, super screwed.
I'm jealous, super jealous.
If only I'd stayed then things would've been different.
It would've been you and me, me and you.
It would've been rainbows and butterflies
and sweet sarcastic remarks
and awesome indie film nights
and everything I've always wanted and more.
It could've been you and me.
Could've been us.
Waiting for May to come; only til then would the long-awaited treatment be offered for service.
I don't wear eyeliner.
It's not my fault I have retarded eyes. T^T
I don't wear make-up (all the time).
I'm not that feminine.
(I don't even know if I am feminine.)
(Heh. Yeah, I'm a girl. But, sorry, I'm not feminine. And, yes, there's a huge diff. And, no, being a girl does not require you to conform to society's expectations and act like how they expect you to act. And, yes, most people do think that way. But, no, I don't. But, yes, a lot of them do. But, no, I am sometimes feminine too. But, no, not that kind. And...)
Sometimes, I talk too much and I think I talk too much
so sometimes I talk little to avoid talking too much
but then I think I talk too little so I talk too much.
This does not make any sense.
Of course it doesn't.
I'm supposed to be doing Econs now.
I'm screwed, super screwed.
I'm jealous, super jealous.
If only I'd stayed then things would've been different.
It would've been you and me, me and you.
It would've been rainbows and butterflies
and sweet sarcastic remarks
and awesome indie film nights
and everything I've always wanted and more.
It could've been you and me.
Could've been us.
But I guess that's just how things are :')
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
20.3.10
NEW LAYOUTTTZXZXZXZ.
OH EM GEE.
Heh. HAHAH.
I'd be waiting for SNSD to release a song entitled "M" or something which sounds similar.
You don't get it, don't you?
See, they have songs like "Oh!" and "Gee!"
so, yeah, I was trying to make joke and yeah it's lame, I guessed that much. Heh.
ANYWAYYYY.
New layout! Yaaay meee :3
I'd be waiting for SNSD to release a song entitled "M" or something which sounds similar.
You don't get it, don't you?
See, they have songs like "Oh!" and "Gee!"
so, yeah, I was trying to make joke and yeah it's lame, I guessed that much. Heh.
ANYWAYYYY.
New layout! Yaaay meee :3
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
1.3.10
NEW SCHOOL BLUES.
I feel uneasy when people casually call me Patricia.
Idk why =.="
Not that I don't like people calling me that cos of course
there's got to be some formality somehow but it's just weird;
I'm not used to it.
And don't get me wrong, I don't not like my name.
My name's pretty. It's purdyyyy. It's prettyyyyyyy~
But it just doesn't suit me.
And I don't suit it (wth)
Idk why =.="
Not that I don't like people calling me that cos of course
there's got to be some formality somehow but it's just weird;
I'm not used to it.
And don't get me wrong, I don't not like my name.
My name's pretty. It's purdyyyy. It's prettyyyyyyy~
But it just doesn't suit me.
And I don't suit it (wth)
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
16.2.10
FUDGESTICKSSSSS.
My phone got sim-locked again this morning.
D:
I accidentally upgraded my phone, hence everything got reset and so the program which unlocked the phone got deleted.
I need help.
Does anyone know how to unlock an Iphone 3GS 3.1.3, something like that.
D:
D:
I accidentally upgraded my phone, hence everything got reset and so the program which unlocked the phone got deleted.
I need help.
Does anyone know how to unlock an Iphone 3GS 3.1.3, something like that.
D:
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
15.2.10
FIVEHUNDREDTWENTYFIVETHOUSANDSIXHUNDREDMINUTESX3
//We've all grown up so fast
and things have changed so much//
My Y!m's fvcked up and apparently almost everyone else's/else's is too.
get it? HAHAHA. I kid, I kid!!!
*backspace* I think I'm thinking too much.
I need an ego boost.
and things have changed so much//
My Y!m's fvcked up and apparently almost everyone else's/else's is too.
get it? HAHAHA. I kid, I kid!!!
*backspace* I think I'm thinking too much.
I need an ego boost.
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
2.2.10
OKAY SO.
I didn't really purposely on purpose (WAHAHAHA) wanted INNOVA (see previous post) appear like that but it did but it's okay, it looks cool anyway. HOHOHO.
BTW. TO GET UPDATED MORE OFTEN.
FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER INSTEAD!
My Tumblr's not very active too anyway.
SO YEAH, TWITTER :3
//TWEET TWEET TWEET
TWEET TWEET TWEET
TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET!
:D:D:D:D:D
What's wrong with me D://
BTW. TO GET UPDATED MORE OFTEN.
FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER INSTEAD!
My Tumblr's not very active too anyway.
SO YEAH, TWITTER :3
//TWEET TWEET TWEET
TWEET TWEET TWEET
TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET!
:D:D:D:D:D
What's wrong with me D://
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
SO YOU SEE, I HAVEN'T BEEN BLOGGING FOR A WHILE
I'm so screwed when it comes to maintaining blogs.
So, quick update!
I got posted into a JC last 27Jan and the lucky JC is..
*drumroll*
INNOVA!
I've actually been well aware of the reactions people get when they're asked which JC they're going to/in and they reply "Innova" even before getting into the said JC - the usual "Really? WHY?!?!" or "SERIOUSLY?!"
I guess it's because the cut-off grade, 20, is high; very high actually that it's already the mark which would determine if you'll be able to get into a JC or not. I'm guessing everyone's just looking at the school's cut-off point instead of its quality, considering that all the so-called "top" JC's haveinhumane cut-off marks which actually reach ZERO 2.
But seriously. There's so much more to a school than its cut-off mark. Innova's got a cut-off mark of 20 but it's ranked 8th among 18 (?) Singapore JC's, hence it's actually much better than 10 other JC's with a lower cut-off point.
I'm not really bragging about my school lah.
Just want to clarify its standard. HOHOHO.
Nianci said my Singlish is improving.
After 3 days of a (muscle)pain-inducing orientation (yes only 3 fvcking days HUHUHU but it's okay, it was awesome)
I've come to know more about IJ and, so far, I actually think that it's a pretty (pardon me for my limited vocabulary. OH THAT JUST REMINDED ME OF SOME HILARIOUS VID. WILL POST THE LINK LATERRR) awesome JC
and I'm actually happy and relieved that it's the one I've been posted to. Sure, there are the pros and cons; it's inevitable. But I think I'll be able to look past the latter and focus on the former sooner or later.
HE.HE.HE.
Erm, so there.
I need to rinse my hair now.
I'm doing some sort of self-service hot oil treatment.
As in literally self-service. Yes, I'm a sad sad person.
It's just that I really really really need to condition my hair now.
Bimbotically, I'm like so freakin pissed cos like my hair's flying away in like all directions and like it's not as pretty and shiny as before so like I've been sooo freakin pissed lately and like so I need to like you know do this thingy to my hair to make it pretty and shiny and not flying away to all places anymore again ^^
MAJOR MUSCLE PAIN!!!
OH ORIENTATION GAMES THIS SATURDAY!
SALONPAS, PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
GREEN HOUSE IS SO GONNA WINNNN FO SHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, quick update!
I got posted into a JC last 27Jan and the lucky JC is..
*drumroll*
INNOVA!
I've actually been well aware of the reactions people get when they're asked which JC they're going to/in and they reply "Innova" even before getting into the said JC - the usual "Really? WHY?!?!" or "SERIOUSLY?!"
I guess it's because the cut-off grade, 20, is high; very high actually that it's already the mark which would determine if you'll be able to get into a JC or not. I'm guessing everyone's just looking at the school's cut-off point instead of its quality, considering that all the so-called "top" JC's have
But seriously. There's so much more to a school than its cut-off mark. Innova's got a cut-off mark of 20 but it's ranked 8th among 18 (?) Singapore JC's, hence it's actually much better than 10 other JC's with a lower cut-off point.
I'm not really bragging about my school lah.
Just want to clarify its standard. HOHOHO.
Nianci said my Singlish is improving.
After 3 days of a (muscle)pain-inducing orientation (yes only 3 fvcking days HUHUHU but it's okay, it was awesome)
I've come to know more about IJ and, so far, I actually think that it's a pretty (pardon me for my limited vocabulary. OH THAT JUST REMINDED ME OF SOME HILARIOUS VID. WILL POST THE LINK LATERRR) awesome JC
and I'm actually happy and relieved that it's the one I've been posted to. Sure, there are the pros and cons; it's inevitable. But I think I'll be able to look past the latter and focus on the former sooner or later.
HE.HE.HE.
Erm, so there.
I need to rinse my hair now.
I'm doing some sort of self-service hot oil treatment.
As in literally self-service. Yes, I'm a sad sad person.
It's just that I really really really need to condition my hair now.
Bimbotically, I'm like so freakin pissed cos like my hair's flying away in like all directions and like it's not as pretty and shiny as before so like I've been sooo freakin pissed lately and like so I need to like you know do this thingy to my hair to make it pretty and shiny and not flying away to all places anymore again ^^
MAJOR MUSCLE PAIN!!!
OH ORIENTATION GAMES THIS SATURDAY!
SALONPAS, PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
GREEN HOUSE IS SO GONNA WINNNN FO SHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
21.1.10
WARNING: RUN-ON SENTENCES MUCHH.
I remember one time when I was a young girl (lol duh) and I was with my mom in Makati and she was driving and I was like, "Mommy, can I send the president a letter?" and she answered me and went on about the whole process and stuff.
But I actually forgot why I actually (again) asked her that question until, like, moments ago. After blogging about my previous post, I remembered.
(dramatic italicized effect XD)
It was something about wanting to make the president do something about current issues, I suppose. But as I grew older, I got more knowledgeable about certain things like how the president's too busy (with official works and, you know, other things) to keep everything in order and so it's not really very wise to depend on the president and it's much wiser to let everything go and just be apathetic to whatever's happening to our society cos, let's face it, there's just so much I can do and not a lot of people care anyway so what's the point.
So (I think) I've lived years of indifference towards criminal activities and rotten politics. I'm not saying that I care a whole lot about these cos that would make me a hypocrite and that's not very nice. It's just that I'm really really really hoping that the authorities can actually do something about everything, with the Maguindanao massacre, the lost bullets during New Year's, all the road rage, holdap-an and what-not. Seriously, everything.
I guess that's wherereligion faith comes along. Knowing that there's this almighty God that will keep everything peaceful without you even needing to write Him a letter.
Men may fail and disappoint us but not God.
*tried real hard to find that Bible verse but ended up failing D: must be more familiar with my bible verses!*
It's just sad how people are given this chance to actually have the ability to do something about everything and yet, not that I'm blaming and condemning them, they still don't/can't/aren't able to do it. I completely understand how it's difficult and how there's so many other things to do and how there's so much damage control to be done and how the nation's salvation can so not be achieved in just a snap and etc.
But still. I had hopes.
So I actually understand the madlang people (yes, got it from Showtime!) out there who supports a political candidate all through-out the campaign then immediately condemns the said person when he gets the position yet forgets his campaign speech and fails to solve everyone's problems. I find the attitude rather irrational but I can't blame these people for believing in someone they thought was actually trust-worthy and giving him their votes so that he could one day make their lives better.
*I won't give examples. I hate giving examples :S*
I've got to stop here. I have so much going on in my mind right now like seriously I mean it. This post lacks so much organization and punctuation and it's full of run-on sentences but hey I'm just blogging (well, not just just blogging but just blogging I think you get it) and I'm getting off-track now so must stop.
You know that feeling when you're writing about something you're so passionate feel so much about and then you start tearing up. It happened. Hohoho.
I'M DEEP! I AM NOT A SHALLOW PERSON. I AM NO BIMBO!!!!! HAHAHAHAH
But I actually forgot why I actually (again) asked her that question until, like, moments ago. After blogging about my previous post, I remembered.
(dramatic italicized effect XD)
It was something about wanting to make the president do something about current issues, I suppose. But as I grew older, I got more knowledgeable about certain things like how the president's too busy (with official works and, you know, other things) to keep everything in order and so it's not really very wise to depend on the president and it's much wiser to let everything go and just be apathetic to whatever's happening to our society cos, let's face it, there's just so much I can do and not a lot of people care anyway so what's the point.
So (I think) I've lived years of indifference towards criminal activities and rotten politics. I'm not saying that I care a whole lot about these cos that would make me a hypocrite and that's not very nice. It's just that I'm really really really hoping that the authorities can actually do something about everything, with the Maguindanao massacre, the lost bullets during New Year's, all the road rage, holdap-an and what-not. Seriously, everything.
I guess that's where
Men may fail and disappoint us but not God.
*tried real hard to find that Bible verse but ended up failing D: must be more familiar with my bible verses!*
It's just sad how people are given this chance to actually have the ability to do something about everything and yet, not that I'm blaming and condemning them, they still don't/can't/aren't able to do it. I completely understand how it's difficult and how there's so many other things to do and how there's so much damage control to be done and how the nation's salvation can so not be achieved in just a snap and etc.
But still. I had hopes.
So I actually understand the madlang people (yes, got it from Showtime!) out there who supports a political candidate all through-out the campaign then immediately condemns the said person when he gets the position yet forgets his campaign speech and fails to solve everyone's problems. I find the attitude rather irrational but I can't blame these people for believing in someone they thought was actually trust-worthy and giving him their votes so that he could one day make their lives better.
*I won't give examples. I hate giving examples :S*
I've got to stop here. I have so much going on in my mind right now like seriously I mean it. This post lacks so much organization and punctuation and it's full of run-on sentences but hey I'm just blogging (well, not just just blogging but just blogging I think you get it) and I'm getting off-track now so must stop.
You know that feeling when you're writing about something you
I'M DEEP! I AM NOT A SHALLOW PERSON. I AM NO BIMBO!!!!! HAHAHAHAH
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
SRSLY NOW.
Can’t the authorities do anything about people like this?!
C’mon. That’s why road rages happen.
Prevention is better than cure, please.
As long as you don’t put these arrogant gun-toting *insert noun here* in jail, or like at least do something about it, history will definitely keep on repeating itself.
C’mon. That’s why road rages happen.
Prevention is better than cure, please.
As long as you don’t put these arrogant gun-toting *insert noun here* in jail, or like at least do something about it, history will definitely keep on repeating itself.
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
19.1.10
For my 100th post. MUST READ (esp. if you live in the Philippines and takes the cab as a means of transportation)
Found this on Tumblr. Thought you all should know about this.
Spread the word if you care enough.
Spread the word if you care enough.
January 13, 2009
Superklasse Wednesday
After four months of not going to a club (LITERALLY), I finally did to show some support for one of my best friends, Mel and to see friends who I haven’t seen for the longest longest longest time. It was the first time I’ve ever set foot in Encore (to think I used to go to Embassy every week). It felt surreal to be out and without my boyfriend, LJ, who couldn’t come due to an early class the following day.
I only had 4 drinks: 3 Amaretto Sours and a Mai Tai. It felt good seeing a lot of my friends. We took so many pictures that my fully charged camera went low bat. Anyway, Mel and I decided to leave Encore by 2:30 A.M. Our friends stayed behind since the club closes at 3 A.M. Mel and I were taking separate cabs since she goes home to Mandaluyong and I to Makati. I WAS COMPLETELY SOBER. Not even a bit tipsy.
I remember telling her as we were leaving the club “It’s my first time going home in a cab alone from this club.” Mel was a bit concerned, even offering me to stay over her place for the night.. I told her not to worry, I ALWAYS get home safely.
So we went to get our cabs and I made sure Mel got into her cab first. Then I was looking for a cab who wouldn’t fix the price (you know how it is at The Fort) and there was one who volunteered that he’d use the meter. So I took his offer. I distinctly remember most of the waiting cabs were DAVIS cabs. Mine was not. And I was so damn stupid not to get his taxi’s name and plate number.
In the middle of the ride, I started changing into regular shorts and top. The driver wasn’t looking though but suddenly his hand reached for behind and I was surprised. He was saying, “MAY NAHULOG. Wallet mo ata.” I found a 50 peso bill on the floor. Then he said, “Ang dami mo sigurong pera. Mayaman ka noh?” I didn’t answer. I started getting nervous. I started looking for the cab’s number (which is usually written on the side of the doors). There were faint markings but it couldn’t be understood. The driver noticed my agitation and said, “Anong hinahanap mo? Plate number? Bigay ko sayo.” I was like, “Never mind.” I did NOT want him to know I was getting nervous already. Plus we were so near my house. I thought, what could go wrong?
But something did. Three streets away from my house, the cab driver “hit” a pothole or hump or whatever. He pulled over to the side and said, “Tangina, pano na yan? Na-lock yung steering wheel. Hindi ko maikot.” I was just looking at him, confused. I have no knowledge of cars so I do not know if he was bluffing or not. The meter was 75. I gave him a hundred. He had no change daw so I was like, “Fine, whatever. There’s nothing I can do about it.” I stepped out of the cab, in the middle of Bautista Street, a long street but near my house. It was almost 3 A.M. When I looked back, the cab was gone.
HOW IN THE WORLD WAS HE ABLE TO DRIVE AWAY IF HIS STEERING WHEEL WAS “LOCKED”?
I called my boyfriend up AND THANK GOD HE ANSWERED HIS PHONE. He was sleeping already, good thing the call woke him up. I was trying to remain calm. I told him my dilemma. Suddenly an empty cab drove by. A DIFFERENT ONE. I hailed it. I had probably less than half a kilometer to my house which was three streets away. The cab took me in and I ended the call.
Two more lefts, it was my house already. It was Camalig Street, then Bigasan Street. Suddenly the driver went left, the street just right before my house, Camalig. I said very politely, “Kuya, MALI. Atras ka, atras ka. Sa kabilang street pa. One more left.” The driver just kept driving like he didn’t hear. I said it again. Then he stopped and looked at me. Then he said, “Bayaran mo na.” I was weirded out. I was like, “Why? This is not even my house. It’s on the next street.” Besides, we haven’t traveled far. The meter was still at 30 pesos.
SUDDENLY, without warning, the driver grabbed my neck and jumped to the back. My first thought was, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?”. But his grip was getting tighter and tighter. I literally couldn’t breathe and felt my consciousness slipping. As we were struggling, I kept scratching at his eyes and reaching for the lock of the left door. He was on top of me hitting my head repeatedly while his other hand around my neck. I was choking and choking when I realized the left side HAD NO FUCKING LOCK, which means I couldn’t get out. Which means I had to try my luck on the right side. Imagine my struggle to get to the other side as a full grown, heavyset man kept bashing my head, scratching my face, pulling my hair and hitting me. I kept scratching his eyes. It was all I could do. When his grip loosened a bit, I managed to open the right door with so much effort. Unfortunately he pulled me back with my hair. Imagine MY TERROR as the door closed again!!!!! I couldn’t scream anymore. Besides, who would hear me I was inside a fucking car. My neck was so sore and I was close to fainting. I kept scratching his eyes and reaching for the door until by some miracle, I opened it fully and screamed with what was remaining of my voice.
The driver said something like, “Tangina, it’s not worth it.” And literally kicked me out of the car. I rolled out onto the street with my shoulder bag which was slung around me the whole time with its remaining contents. The driver suddenly sped away. Till now, I don’t know his motive, whether it be rape or hold up. Or both. Or murder.
So there I was in the middle of the street, barefoot. Then I realized why the hell am I so wet?! I realized I was sitting in a pool of my own blood. There was so much blood dripping from the right side of my head, it was like a half-closed faucet if you get what I mean. I started screaming for help.
This time the apartment I was right in front of lights’ went on. Imagine the horror on these people’s faces as I literally crawled towards them bloodied and barefoot. When I reached out to them for help, I saw my arm. It was covered in blood. And I could feel that I was losing so much more. I asked for a cellphone. I still had the consciousness to call my boyfriend. The people who took me in were nice enough to let me call. They talked to LJ and informed him of what happened. They even cleaned me up. Suddenly there was the barangay people and witnesses. That’s when everything became hazy. The barangay people said that they had to take me to the hospital because I was losing so much blood.
I was taken to Makati Medical Center ER. I still remember as I was being loaded onto the wheelchair the horrified looks of the people outside the hospital. I even had a high school batchmate who was assigned as my nurse, Erika Bautista (THANK YOU SO MUCH). In her own words she said that when I came in I looked like I was already in critical condition. I am not exaggerating when I say this: I WAS LITERALLY COVERED IN BLOOD. Head to foot.
Everything was in a daze after that. All I remember was the blood. Under my nails, on my face, on my hair, on my neck, my chest, my legs, my toes. Even my armpits had blood. Truly, I have never seen so much in my whole life. My face started bruising up so much I could see my right cheek even if I look straight ahead. I also had so much hair falling out because the guy kept on pulling it. But what bothered me was the blood that kept dripping continuously from the right side of my head… and the pain. The doctor said the cut was so deep it LOOKS LIKE I WAS STABBED. It was really bad. I wouldn’t stop crying. I hate the sight of blood and here I am, a walking bloody blob. My first medical gown was drenched in blood. So they had to change it. I changed my medical gown four times before I was discharged. That’s how bad the bleeding was.
When LJ arrived the hospital, I forced myself to be cheerful. I smiled and said “HAPPY MONTHSARY!” It was our 2nd monthsary. Geez what a way to spend it. Till now this hurts me, thinking how ironic the situation is. He said the wounds on my head were like the claw marks in the Jurassic Park movie logo. B, no words can express what I feel towards the situation and how grateful I am that you were there. Basta alam mo na yun.
Anyway, after a few hours, I got a CT scan to detect hemorrhages and X-Rays. Good thing it all came out negative. But I had so many wounds and lacerations on my head. They had to STITCH THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY TEMPLE AND ANOTHER ONE AT THE BACK OF MY HEAD. But there are still minor wounds all over my head, even the inside of my ear has blood till now. Till now my hair is all stiff and sticky from the blood. They shampooed my hair in the hospital but a lot of it still haven’t come out. (I woke up today with dried blood on my pillow).
The first time I saw a mirror, I could not believe my eyes. I thought it was just dirt and dried blood but then I realized I had a giant bruise on my right cheek and deep scratches on my face. I got a Wet One but it just won’t come off. I had to face it, my face was really fucked up. My neck had strangle marks, my jaw was swollen, I had two semi-black eyes, my cheeks were patches of black and blue and the abrasions and cuts were deep on my face. I look like the Bride of Chuckie.
After they sutured me, I became delirious for sometime. Not knowing what I was saying to LJ but he said I was acting strange and started rambling about random things that I don’t remember.
The police came and they got the license plate of the cab DAW from the witnesses but they weren’t sure if it’s accurate. We’re still planning an investigation. I lost my school ID, cellphone, cash and camera. The only things that I salvaged from the incident were my shoes, a brush and a dress. They were covered in blood as well. Now, the question is, are the first and second cab incidents related? Is it a Modus Operandi?
Anyway, I’m out of the hospital now. My body is aching all over and my face looks like Pacquiao practiced on it.
The reason why I am writing this note is TO WARN EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU PEOPLE TO BE CAREFUL. I never ever thought such a thing could happen to me. I thought it only happens in the movies. Imagine, I was just a street away from my home and THIS HAPPENED. A STREET AWAY. Thank God I wasn’t drunk, Thank God the guy did not have weapons (I think), Thank God some kind souls helped me. Thank God I had the presence of mind not to remove his hands from my neck but to scratch his eyes out and reach for the lock. Some girls initial defense would be to un-strangle themselves but I didn’t. I let him strangle me. My main objective was to get the damn door open and escape.
The doctor told my boyfriend I was lucky to be alive, before leaving the hospital. As I was struggling inside the taxi, I did not see the whole “your life flashes before you when you’re dying” thingy.
NO. That’s why I fought against him as much as I could. I told myself over and over again, “NOT TODAY… NOT TODAY… This isn’t how I should die. I’m too good for this.”
I SAW the reason why I should keep on living. That’s why I’m still here today.
PXG 725 or PSG 725
White Taxi
PICTURES AFTER: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=139338&id=751877234
Superklasse Wednesday
After four months of not going to a club (LITERALLY), I finally did to show some support for one of my best friends, Mel and to see friends who I haven’t seen for the longest longest longest time. It was the first time I’ve ever set foot in Encore (to think I used to go to Embassy every week). It felt surreal to be out and without my boyfriend, LJ, who couldn’t come due to an early class the following day.
I only had 4 drinks: 3 Amaretto Sours and a Mai Tai. It felt good seeing a lot of my friends. We took so many pictures that my fully charged camera went low bat. Anyway, Mel and I decided to leave Encore by 2:30 A.M. Our friends stayed behind since the club closes at 3 A.M. Mel and I were taking separate cabs since she goes home to Mandaluyong and I to Makati. I WAS COMPLETELY SOBER. Not even a bit tipsy.
I remember telling her as we were leaving the club “It’s my first time going home in a cab alone from this club.” Mel was a bit concerned, even offering me to stay over her place for the night.. I told her not to worry, I ALWAYS get home safely.
So we went to get our cabs and I made sure Mel got into her cab first. Then I was looking for a cab who wouldn’t fix the price (you know how it is at The Fort) and there was one who volunteered that he’d use the meter. So I took his offer. I distinctly remember most of the waiting cabs were DAVIS cabs. Mine was not. And I was so damn stupid not to get his taxi’s name and plate number.
In the middle of the ride, I started changing into regular shorts and top. The driver wasn’t looking though but suddenly his hand reached for behind and I was surprised. He was saying, “MAY NAHULOG. Wallet mo ata.” I found a 50 peso bill on the floor. Then he said, “Ang dami mo sigurong pera. Mayaman ka noh?” I didn’t answer. I started getting nervous. I started looking for the cab’s number (which is usually written on the side of the doors). There were faint markings but it couldn’t be understood. The driver noticed my agitation and said, “Anong hinahanap mo? Plate number? Bigay ko sayo.” I was like, “Never mind.” I did NOT want him to know I was getting nervous already. Plus we were so near my house. I thought, what could go wrong?
But something did. Three streets away from my house, the cab driver “hit” a pothole or hump or whatever. He pulled over to the side and said, “Tangina, pano na yan? Na-lock yung steering wheel. Hindi ko maikot.” I was just looking at him, confused. I have no knowledge of cars so I do not know if he was bluffing or not. The meter was 75. I gave him a hundred. He had no change daw so I was like, “Fine, whatever. There’s nothing I can do about it.” I stepped out of the cab, in the middle of Bautista Street, a long street but near my house. It was almost 3 A.M. When I looked back, the cab was gone.
HOW IN THE WORLD WAS HE ABLE TO DRIVE AWAY IF HIS STEERING WHEEL WAS “LOCKED”?
I called my boyfriend up AND THANK GOD HE ANSWERED HIS PHONE. He was sleeping already, good thing the call woke him up. I was trying to remain calm. I told him my dilemma. Suddenly an empty cab drove by. A DIFFERENT ONE. I hailed it. I had probably less than half a kilometer to my house which was three streets away. The cab took me in and I ended the call.
Two more lefts, it was my house already. It was Camalig Street, then Bigasan Street. Suddenly the driver went left, the street just right before my house, Camalig. I said very politely, “Kuya, MALI. Atras ka, atras ka. Sa kabilang street pa. One more left.” The driver just kept driving like he didn’t hear. I said it again. Then he stopped and looked at me. Then he said, “Bayaran mo na.” I was weirded out. I was like, “Why? This is not even my house. It’s on the next street.” Besides, we haven’t traveled far. The meter was still at 30 pesos.
SUDDENLY, without warning, the driver grabbed my neck and jumped to the back. My first thought was, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?”. But his grip was getting tighter and tighter. I literally couldn’t breathe and felt my consciousness slipping. As we were struggling, I kept scratching at his eyes and reaching for the lock of the left door. He was on top of me hitting my head repeatedly while his other hand around my neck. I was choking and choking when I realized the left side HAD NO FUCKING LOCK, which means I couldn’t get out. Which means I had to try my luck on the right side. Imagine my struggle to get to the other side as a full grown, heavyset man kept bashing my head, scratching my face, pulling my hair and hitting me. I kept scratching his eyes. It was all I could do. When his grip loosened a bit, I managed to open the right door with so much effort. Unfortunately he pulled me back with my hair. Imagine MY TERROR as the door closed again!!!!! I couldn’t scream anymore. Besides, who would hear me I was inside a fucking car. My neck was so sore and I was close to fainting. I kept scratching his eyes and reaching for the door until by some miracle, I opened it fully and screamed with what was remaining of my voice.
The driver said something like, “Tangina, it’s not worth it.” And literally kicked me out of the car. I rolled out onto the street with my shoulder bag which was slung around me the whole time with its remaining contents. The driver suddenly sped away. Till now, I don’t know his motive, whether it be rape or hold up. Or both. Or murder.
So there I was in the middle of the street, barefoot. Then I realized why the hell am I so wet?! I realized I was sitting in a pool of my own blood. There was so much blood dripping from the right side of my head, it was like a half-closed faucet if you get what I mean. I started screaming for help.
This time the apartment I was right in front of lights’ went on. Imagine the horror on these people’s faces as I literally crawled towards them bloodied and barefoot. When I reached out to them for help, I saw my arm. It was covered in blood. And I could feel that I was losing so much more. I asked for a cellphone. I still had the consciousness to call my boyfriend. The people who took me in were nice enough to let me call. They talked to LJ and informed him of what happened. They even cleaned me up. Suddenly there was the barangay people and witnesses. That’s when everything became hazy. The barangay people said that they had to take me to the hospital because I was losing so much blood.
I was taken to Makati Medical Center ER. I still remember as I was being loaded onto the wheelchair the horrified looks of the people outside the hospital. I even had a high school batchmate who was assigned as my nurse, Erika Bautista (THANK YOU SO MUCH). In her own words she said that when I came in I looked like I was already in critical condition. I am not exaggerating when I say this: I WAS LITERALLY COVERED IN BLOOD. Head to foot.
Everything was in a daze after that. All I remember was the blood. Under my nails, on my face, on my hair, on my neck, my chest, my legs, my toes. Even my armpits had blood. Truly, I have never seen so much in my whole life. My face started bruising up so much I could see my right cheek even if I look straight ahead. I also had so much hair falling out because the guy kept on pulling it. But what bothered me was the blood that kept dripping continuously from the right side of my head… and the pain. The doctor said the cut was so deep it LOOKS LIKE I WAS STABBED. It was really bad. I wouldn’t stop crying. I hate the sight of blood and here I am, a walking bloody blob. My first medical gown was drenched in blood. So they had to change it. I changed my medical gown four times before I was discharged. That’s how bad the bleeding was.
When LJ arrived the hospital, I forced myself to be cheerful. I smiled and said “HAPPY MONTHSARY!” It was our 2nd monthsary. Geez what a way to spend it. Till now this hurts me, thinking how ironic the situation is. He said the wounds on my head were like the claw marks in the Jurassic Park movie logo. B, no words can express what I feel towards the situation and how grateful I am that you were there. Basta alam mo na yun.
Anyway, after a few hours, I got a CT scan to detect hemorrhages and X-Rays. Good thing it all came out negative. But I had so many wounds and lacerations on my head. They had to STITCH THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY TEMPLE AND ANOTHER ONE AT THE BACK OF MY HEAD. But there are still minor wounds all over my head, even the inside of my ear has blood till now. Till now my hair is all stiff and sticky from the blood. They shampooed my hair in the hospital but a lot of it still haven’t come out. (I woke up today with dried blood on my pillow).
The first time I saw a mirror, I could not believe my eyes. I thought it was just dirt and dried blood but then I realized I had a giant bruise on my right cheek and deep scratches on my face. I got a Wet One but it just won’t come off. I had to face it, my face was really fucked up. My neck had strangle marks, my jaw was swollen, I had two semi-black eyes, my cheeks were patches of black and blue and the abrasions and cuts were deep on my face. I look like the Bride of Chuckie.
After they sutured me, I became delirious for sometime. Not knowing what I was saying to LJ but he said I was acting strange and started rambling about random things that I don’t remember.
The police came and they got the license plate of the cab DAW from the witnesses but they weren’t sure if it’s accurate. We’re still planning an investigation. I lost my school ID, cellphone, cash and camera. The only things that I salvaged from the incident were my shoes, a brush and a dress. They were covered in blood as well. Now, the question is, are the first and second cab incidents related? Is it a Modus Operandi?
Anyway, I’m out of the hospital now. My body is aching all over and my face looks like Pacquiao practiced on it.
The reason why I am writing this note is TO WARN EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU PEOPLE TO BE CAREFUL. I never ever thought such a thing could happen to me. I thought it only happens in the movies. Imagine, I was just a street away from my home and THIS HAPPENED. A STREET AWAY. Thank God I wasn’t drunk, Thank God the guy did not have weapons (I think), Thank God some kind souls helped me. Thank God I had the presence of mind not to remove his hands from my neck but to scratch his eyes out and reach for the lock. Some girls initial defense would be to un-strangle themselves but I didn’t. I let him strangle me. My main objective was to get the damn door open and escape.
The doctor told my boyfriend I was lucky to be alive, before leaving the hospital. As I was struggling inside the taxi, I did not see the whole “your life flashes before you when you’re dying” thingy.
NO. That’s why I fought against him as much as I could. I told myself over and over again, “NOT TODAY… NOT TODAY… This isn’t how I should die. I’m too good for this.”
I SAW the reason why I should keep on living. That’s why I’m still here today.
PXG 725 or PSG 725
White Taxi
PICTURES AFTER: http://www.facebook.com/al
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
11.1.10
2009 OLEVEL RESULTS
I'll keep this short.
Could've been better, could've been worse.
In the end, it's all thanks to Him and it's all for His glory.
Congrats to all 2009 Olevels pwners.
We're all past the worst part (before A's, that is. Haha!) so let's now enjoy our remaining school-less days :>
Done.
May God bless you, always :)
*PAT
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