So yeah, the reason I was hospitalized was because of an infection, an abscess in my tooth. I've been to the dentist, and I so deserve bonus points for that as everyone should know by now that I have this phobia of dentists, and she's already removed one of the two molars infected. It's the second one that she and I are having difficulties with. She coz she can't find a hold on the darned thing that's not painful, and me coz it hurts like hell when she did find a place to pull.
An interesting conundrum, aye?
I've been back to her clinic for the third time and the most we have done is some cleaning and "magpa-pasta" of 3 surfaces that I don't even know they were there in the first place. Cleaning was... tingly ^__^
I am officially on my day off... erh, that is, I don't have to go to work later today, meaning for Sunday, and on Monday. If the supervisor calls and asks me to work on Monday -- heck, if he calls period -- it's either I am so not answering the phone or I'm going to have someone else answer and tell him that I'm indisposed. I am so not going to work on Monday! He's already emailed me that my days off this week would be Sunday and Monday. He already told us that he's sure Michelle could handle Monday alone... hah, if she does go to work, that is, but he doesn't know that.
I'll be going to the hospital soon, yey!
Scratch that, it's not going to be yey if and when it turns out that I'll be having a roommate. I don't even know where my room is going to be. *sigh* Maybe, as long as I don't think about the environs too much, I'll be okay. I'm not being a diva or "maarte" but there's something about being in a government hospital that just about freaks me out. I guess I'm used to being in a private hospital...
Ah well, I'll deal with it when the time comes, which is going to be in a few days anyway.
I've been good. After joking that I'm requiring my officemates to visit me in the hospital, I didn't remark on it again today, being my last day at work and all.
the thoughts in my head need releasing, and the world is a darker place because of it... beware the silence, my friends, for it breeds
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Saturday, April 01, 2006
The Ins and Outs of being mugged
Ladies and gentlemen (whoever is reading this), around midnight of 30 March 2006, as I was walking down the road of the "village" I was staying in, I was mugged.
It was a typical night for me. I mean, it was the usual time that I would go to work since my shift starts at 1AM. I watched a bit of TV, got ready, went out the door, and started walking. As I was taking the slight turn before the arch -- it was dark there, no lamp light at all -- I heard footsteps behind me. I slowed down and turned to my right, where the footsteps where coming from. A smallish thin guy (smaller than me, his head reached until about my eyebrows, I think) in a brown ski mask, bluish-gray shirt, basket ball shorts of undetermined colors, in slippers, approached, took hold of my right shoulder and said as he was taking hold of my other shoulder, "Miss, wag kang sisigaw." ("Miss, don't scream.")
I put my hands up and pushed him back. "Ano ba?" ("What?")
He kept pushing me back so I screamed for help. (Gods, my siblings laughed at me when I said I literally screamed the word "HELP", coz they said I should have screamed it in Tagalog "SAKLOLO" so maybe someone could have come to help me.) Another guy, who I didn't notice came from behind me, my left side, taller than other but basically wearing the same type of clothes, and snatched my earring (It was one of the dangling pair, the ones that had two extensions attached to a stud that had a stone. I think they thought they were real -- duh, it was from SM.) In the process of snatching my earring, I could have sworn he hit the left side of my face. Stupid thief that he is, I think he forgot the back of the earring and he left the dangling part of my earring on my jacket, which I later found out at the house.
Oh yeah, NO ONE came to my aid even when I screamed. Really, really NICE of those people snug in their houses to do, aye?
After they got my earring, they scampered off and turned right towards what I was told was the main entrance/exit of the squatter's area behind the "village". The guy in the ski mask turned back as he was running, I think he wanted to see what I would do, and I was half-contemplating pursuit at that time. Instead, I went back to the lighted gym where there was a wake going on, and asked the people there if I could stay there awhile since some guys tried to mug me. I even asked them if they heard me scream, and the fat guy lounging on the plastic chair said he thought it was a dog. I think I glared at him in disbelief, that's why he wouldn't look me in the eye anymore.
I called my sister who called my sister-in-law who came to the gym -- it was really near the house -- and she brought her brothers-in-law and her parents as well. There really wasn't anything they could do but tell me that they would look for the guys tomorrow. I have no idea if they've found them -- I doubt it since even if they know the person who stole my manga (Japanese manga) before, they didn't do anything. Btw, the person who stole me manga and I suspect my other stuff before is named Rommel and he lives in the squatter's area behind the "village" -- but I kinda muttered I wanted first dibs on those two guys if and when they caught them. I have visions of cutting off their pinky fingers and with a knife, carving onto their faces "I'm a thief" so other people can know them. Honestly, even now, I wouldn't bat an eyelash if their bodies were found.
I think they were surprised that I would fight them and not be the meek victim and just let them do what they wanted. In hindsight, I think they were thinking of doing more than stealing from me. Btw, they didn't take my bag coz I don't think they saw where my bag is, as I was wearing my big jacket and it hid my bag. But I had screamed and I would have continued to scream and fight them. Maybe even remember that I have my cutter with me and I had a heavy flashlight in my hand.
The thing I regret most was that I didn't attempt to injure them more. I would have loved to say that I cut one of them in the face, as that would make easier identification.
Also, we didn't go to the police or the nonexistent barangay captain or the hospital. I don't think my sister-in-law's relatives wanted to "rock the boat" of their little community too much, since they had to "make nice" with those thieving people from behind the cement wall.
I hate those kind.
I know I really shouldn't generalize about the squatter's area, but you have to admit that my only basis for judgment is, quite frankly, horrible as they have already stolen from me. And now, two members of that "community" has mugged me and may even have had other nefarious ideas of what to do. I can care less if their little "community" had a devastating fire and killed all of them.
Harsh?
I don't think so. I would sleep better, definitely, and have an easier time leaving the house and not worry about having my things stolen from the house. Yes, they think nothing of coming in and stealing from people's houses, especially my sister-in-law's house since there is no lock and the kids when they're there don't care who comes in the house as long as they get to play their X-box. Horrid.
My left ear still hurts a bit but it's tolerable; aside from that, I wasn't really hurt. People could thank God that nothing else happened to me but I would thank Him even more if that hadn't happened to me and if there is an assurance that that wouldn't happen to me or to anyone else ever again. But people being people, I don't think I'll be sponsoring a thanksgiving mass any time soon in the future. Thieves will be thieves, they'll always be here in society, whether in such obvious situations -- being mugged -- or in the non-obvious situations.
It was a typical night for me. I mean, it was the usual time that I would go to work since my shift starts at 1AM. I watched a bit of TV, got ready, went out the door, and started walking. As I was taking the slight turn before the arch -- it was dark there, no lamp light at all -- I heard footsteps behind me. I slowed down and turned to my right, where the footsteps where coming from. A smallish thin guy (smaller than me, his head reached until about my eyebrows, I think) in a brown ski mask, bluish-gray shirt, basket ball shorts of undetermined colors, in slippers, approached, took hold of my right shoulder and said as he was taking hold of my other shoulder, "Miss, wag kang sisigaw." ("Miss, don't scream.")
I put my hands up and pushed him back. "Ano ba?" ("What?")
He kept pushing me back so I screamed for help. (Gods, my siblings laughed at me when I said I literally screamed the word "HELP", coz they said I should have screamed it in Tagalog "SAKLOLO" so maybe someone could have come to help me.) Another guy, who I didn't notice came from behind me, my left side, taller than other but basically wearing the same type of clothes, and snatched my earring (It was one of the dangling pair, the ones that had two extensions attached to a stud that had a stone. I think they thought they were real -- duh, it was from SM.) In the process of snatching my earring, I could have sworn he hit the left side of my face. Stupid thief that he is, I think he forgot the back of the earring and he left the dangling part of my earring on my jacket, which I later found out at the house.
Oh yeah, NO ONE came to my aid even when I screamed. Really, really NICE of those people snug in their houses to do, aye?
After they got my earring, they scampered off and turned right towards what I was told was the main entrance/exit of the squatter's area behind the "village". The guy in the ski mask turned back as he was running, I think he wanted to see what I would do, and I was half-contemplating pursuit at that time. Instead, I went back to the lighted gym where there was a wake going on, and asked the people there if I could stay there awhile since some guys tried to mug me. I even asked them if they heard me scream, and the fat guy lounging on the plastic chair said he thought it was a dog. I think I glared at him in disbelief, that's why he wouldn't look me in the eye anymore.
I called my sister who called my sister-in-law who came to the gym -- it was really near the house -- and she brought her brothers-in-law and her parents as well. There really wasn't anything they could do but tell me that they would look for the guys tomorrow. I have no idea if they've found them -- I doubt it since even if they know the person who stole my manga (Japanese manga) before, they didn't do anything. Btw, the person who stole me manga and I suspect my other stuff before is named Rommel and he lives in the squatter's area behind the "village" -- but I kinda muttered I wanted first dibs on those two guys if and when they caught them. I have visions of cutting off their pinky fingers and with a knife, carving onto their faces "I'm a thief" so other people can know them. Honestly, even now, I wouldn't bat an eyelash if their bodies were found.
I think they were surprised that I would fight them and not be the meek victim and just let them do what they wanted. In hindsight, I think they were thinking of doing more than stealing from me. Btw, they didn't take my bag coz I don't think they saw where my bag is, as I was wearing my big jacket and it hid my bag. But I had screamed and I would have continued to scream and fight them. Maybe even remember that I have my cutter with me and I had a heavy flashlight in my hand.
The thing I regret most was that I didn't attempt to injure them more. I would have loved to say that I cut one of them in the face, as that would make easier identification.
Also, we didn't go to the police or the nonexistent barangay captain or the hospital. I don't think my sister-in-law's relatives wanted to "rock the boat" of their little community too much, since they had to "make nice" with those thieving people from behind the cement wall.
I hate those kind.
I know I really shouldn't generalize about the squatter's area, but you have to admit that my only basis for judgment is, quite frankly, horrible as they have already stolen from me. And now, two members of that "community" has mugged me and may even have had other nefarious ideas of what to do. I can care less if their little "community" had a devastating fire and killed all of them.
Harsh?
I don't think so. I would sleep better, definitely, and have an easier time leaving the house and not worry about having my things stolen from the house. Yes, they think nothing of coming in and stealing from people's houses, especially my sister-in-law's house since there is no lock and the kids when they're there don't care who comes in the house as long as they get to play their X-box. Horrid.
My left ear still hurts a bit but it's tolerable; aside from that, I wasn't really hurt. People could thank God that nothing else happened to me but I would thank Him even more if that hadn't happened to me and if there is an assurance that that wouldn't happen to me or to anyone else ever again. But people being people, I don't think I'll be sponsoring a thanksgiving mass any time soon in the future. Thieves will be thieves, they'll always be here in society, whether in such obvious situations -- being mugged -- or in the non-obvious situations.