Today is the day I express my extreme, solid hatred against the people who took my phone. In a bulky chunk of a paragraph I will tell you why. It happened on a sunny Monday morning, January 19, 2009.Amir and I were trying to hail a cab but all effort was futile. It was 9AM so all cabs passing by c5 was either occupied ornagmamaasim yung driver. We opted to ride a jeep to get to Guadalupe quicker then just take another bus ride heading to my place in Buendia. After we took our seats, four guys followed and took their respective spots as well. One guy took the far end seat; One was in front of me, and two guys to my left. We were busy planning what to eat for breakfast when one of the guys to my left spat outside the window. I didn't really care much about Physics in middle school but as far as I know, since moving object yung jeep, babalik yung dura due to some magnetic force orkung anumang Law ni Newton yun. Awa ng diyos yun nga yung nangyari! After dumura ni manong, he instantly hollered to the poor driver to halt. The guy to my left said I've got durain my back. I took the situation as calmly as possible until I saw Amir's back spotted with yellowish kalagara! So of course I've got to imagine how my back looked like. I asked my pal to wipe my back pronto using my hanky when the manong beside me at once offered to wipe it himself. He was acting ala Rosa Rosal in Kapwa Ko, Mahal Ko. I really thought it was so charming of him to clean up my back using his bimpo (the one with Chinese writings) even it was drenched with someone else's phlegm. But no! After a couple of minutes, the guy in front of me demanded the driver to stop the vehicle in the middle of the highway. Again, the driver just stepped to the brake like a robot. Seconds after the three guys got off, one passenger told everyone to check pockets and bags. And yes, napunta nga ang phoneko sa mabubuting kamay!
I wasn't able to say anything. Right then and there, memories of my 6300 crashed into me- the contact numbers, the saved messages, the random photos, the addresses, the awesome songs in my Music Player...what else...and oh the final two video clips of my dad that I took in New Year's eve of 2008, few days before he unexpectedly passed away.
Ironic it may seem, before when I hear news about mandurukot, I used to think na tatanga tanga kasi yung nadukutan kasi nagtetext sa kalye or showoff or something to that effect. Now that it happened to me, hindi pala sya katangahan. May mga tao lang talaga na mapagsamantala sa kapwa.
Now, never will I understand why some people resort to stealing other people's hard-earned gadgets. Never will I accept the reason that they can't find a decent job to put food on their table dahil for crying out loud ang lalaki po ng katawan ng mga taong nagpasasa sa perang pinagkakitaan after mabenta yung ninakaw na cellphone ko. And never will I honor if those criminals would say they're deprived in life and that they had no choice. Dudes, we always have a choice.
To those people who were victimized by the dura gang, one way or another, what they did to us will swing back to them in a very nasty, morbid manner. Karma is digital.
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