i was three years old when i first saw a person shot dead in front of me... he was shot on the forehead half meter away from me and died with eyes wide open....... he was so near me that his blood was all over me, my lacy dress and on the fur of my dog tisay. Three years after, my sister and i was kidnapped and was locked up inside a smelly, dark, vacant house in a secluded subdivision in Iligan City, lucky for us, a close family friend was in the neigborhood to visit a relative who became curious upon hearing sobs in a nearby vacant unit. when they tried to check, there i was shaking from fear that my sister might die because she was running out of breath due to her asthma... guess our kidnappers were neophytes that they were stupid enough to leave us behind without guards or something... :)
February 25 of 2000, Friday, anniversary of the EDSA revolution, around 3-4 in the afternoon, a bomb exploded inside a bus aboard the barge bound for Ozamis City from Mukas. Many died. I was spared.
and then there were a lot more.... an old woman, our neighboor, was run over by a van and died a few seconds after i have told her to wait fro me because i will help her cross the road..... a fish carrier crashed to the bus i was riding on my way to davao causing me slight ruptured muscles....
haaay i don't know how to end this post as much as i don't know why i am prone to these undesirable, unfortunate events i know there were still more but some were forgotten and some i chose to forget... :)
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i'm not religious or anything, pero sabi things happen for a reason. di ko rin alma che, pero malamang may dahilan. at malamang din ay magandang dahilan. pero sna din maiwas ka na sa mga trahedya at trauma.
minsan (o madalas), "bad things happen to good people"...may nagsabi nyan e, di ko lang alam kung sino.
ganon?!!! hay, magpapakasamang tao na talaga ako!!!!
hahahaha eh di namn ako good person eh kaya walang katotohanan yun richie!
gusto kong bumait pero di ko magawa
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