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della, sixteen, experimentalist extraordinaire
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clyde and i almost met our end today. we went to trinoma because we wanted to buy shoes. after our shoe craving was satisfied we went to fetch a taxi. our trouble started there. the taxi driver was a demon. when we got in i immediately noticed that there was something odd. that's when i saw the gun. he was trying to hide it under his back until he could find the best oppurtunity to shoot us or maybe just hold us at gunpoint while he did only God knows what. i'm traumatized. good thing i saw sa gun and i didn't freak out. he saw that i sawa the gun too and he didn't know what to do. i was gutsy. maybe it was the adrenaline or whatever but all i know is that i took another look at the gun. he saw that too. i didn't tell clyde about the gun because i knew she would freak out. that would probably have made matters much worse. i kept mum about the whole thing but i told the taxi driver to just drop us off at UST. he was starting to fidget. and he kept fixing the position of the gun at his back. FUCK. then luckily my mom called me up and even if she was just asking where i was i kept answering "yeah i'll just text you the plate number" or something to that effect. that seemed to shake the driver up. he kept glancing at us and whenever kled and i would speak he kept on lowering the volume of the radio. i was scared out of my wits. he kept driving us around creepy neighborhoods but he couldn't find the opportunity to corner us. we're so damn lucky. we were at dapitan and i told him to just drop us off at the gate so that there'd be guards present and he could't pull any funny business. he did so reluctantly. shit. i'm fucking traumatized.
Labels: death, gun, holdup, life, manila, taxi
4 Comments:
oh beer. good thing he didn't do anything stupid. and you didn't get hurt.
it's also good that you guys didn't panic. psyching the driver up was a smart thing to do.
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Patricia, at
December 8, 2008 at 11:14 AM
i knoooow. i'm so proud of myself. :))))) hahaha. yeah. we're lucky in a twisted way.
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kimdelladuncan, at
December 8, 2008 at 5:52 PM
Impressive. Most people wouldn't know what to do in such situations. They'd probably just freeze in terror. It really was a smart thing to play mind games with the driver. Good thing he was also smart enough not to give in.
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Anonymous, at
December 12, 2008 at 7:24 AM
i actually don't know what got into me. i'm usually the one to panic first. :))
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December 16, 2008 at 9:48 AM
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