Tonight, I was supposed to take my usual route — bus, jeep, short walk to the house.
I never got around to walking to the house because circumstances made me and everyone else get off the jeep prematurely.
I flagged one down. Nothing new, nothing remarkable.
A few minutes later a bunch of guys in hoodies — 3 or 4 of them — boarded the jeep. I found it strange how, as I was sitting right behind the driver’s seat like I always do, he squeezed his way in beside me to take my spot. (In hindsight, I’m kicking myself for not leaving then.) Looks were exchanged between the hoodied boys. (More kicks to myself there.) And a moment later — I’m not even sure if it was a moment or minutes but either way — the guy beside me had his arm around the jeepney driver’s neck. I would have guessed that he was shouting, but it was overshadowed by everyone else’s frantic tugging at people’s bags and things, as well as screaming from the passengers. I was shouting too.
I had my bag strap hanging diagonally across my torso. The next thing I know, I was fighting for it, not wanting to let go, with just the straps around my fingers.
The guy pulling it was outside while I was still seated. How he got there, I don’t know. Did he jump out the window? I don’t know.
I was thisclose to getting my back bag or deluded myself into thinking that was possible, but my hands weren’t strong enough and they were getting angry and I was getting scared.
There were threats thrown around. “Babarilin ko kayo! Wag kayo magulo!” Stereotypically uncreative hold-up shit like that. I didn’t see a gun, but I knew I didn’t want to call his bluff at the risk of my own life.
After some time, I let go. I was the only other person left in the jeep. Everyone else had run off after them or just run off to find a friend (I guess). I… got off the jeep and stood stunned. Checked my pockets. I still had my phone. And — thank goodness — most of the money I just withdrew from my bank account.
I lost my bag. And in it, my ATMs, my company ID, keys, my iPod. My iPod is the worst.
It was a crappy night.
And the jeep stopped right in front of a beerhouse.
Not wanting to be left standing there, a girl all alone, I walked to get to somewhere with a security guard. I bummed a cigarette from a stranger, then called the only person I could think of — a very recent ex-boyfriend.
It was a crappy night. And I am apologetic for bothering the one person I knew I shouldn’t bother.
So now I’m at the shop where he works, waiting for morning for the maid to wake up so I can get into the house without bothering anymore people.
I am glad I’m okay. I just hate that this had to happen to me.
There is no point to this blog entry. Kind of like how it has no structure either.
I’m typing this as I think. And I’m going to hit publish without proofreading. I’m too pissed to care.
Just… I guess… Be careful. You know what they say about Christmas season and people like those hoodied assholes desperate for money.