Thursday, April 12, 2007



For three consecutive weeks, I believe I have been experiencing a sequence of "karma attacks." It started out two Sundays ago, when my family and I were busy spending quality time with my grandparents (mother's side). We started the day right, heard mass; ate out; did shopping; and from there, I didn't even feel a tinge of unpleasant occurance coming my way. But reality then struck. My "feelings" weren't even that close to safety. Some time past three in the afternoon, my Dad (since he departed ways, stating that he just had to meet someone in a cafe) called Mum and said that someone broke into our house. My heart pounded five times louder and ten times faster. My knees were even trembling and my hand shaking as I reached for the bag containing the eye masks I bought from Velvet Rose. We raced back to Figaro (if I'm not mistaken) to meet my Dad and my Grandparents suggested that we go home right away. On the way home, the car was so silent-- it was like haven. Only, it was a haven of worries and mishaps. Everyone was busy thinking what things were left and whether or not the house, with its contents, were smashed to pieces. AND no one even knew what happened to the "maid." When we arrived, my grandparents (father's side) were there examining the possible evidences of what has caused the break-in and carefully interviewing the maid who was said to be "hypnotized"-- she claimed it herself. Weird thing is, she didn't even apologize for the fact that there was no trace of "forced" break-in because she welcomed the thief. WTF??? Well, good enough, nothing was taken. Obviously, the thief was after the master's bedroom which could not be opened unless you had the right key. It was double-locked, FYI. So, that's pretty good.

Right now, we do not even have the facts for the thief but we surely did fire the maid because there was a second thought seeping into our minds that she might have known the guy for she allowed him to come in the house.

Second mishap was a busted tire (which felt like losing the brakes of our van) as we were on our way to Baguio, ruling the streets of NLEX. The fact that it was past midnight made it sound a whole lot creepier. But then again, the good thing is, we landed safe on the side just exactly at the back of an NLEX patrol. Whew! Twenty minutes was all it took to repair the busted tire. But hours it took to find a twenty-four hour vulcanizing shop-- in Pangasinan.


Last but not the least AND the most recent, was a car accident which involved my brother, his wife, my grandparents (father's side) and my goddaughter, Sam. It occured only yesterday upon the streets of Cainta. A drunken FX driver tried to cut in the way and my brother didn't like it for he was with his daughter, Sam. But then, the FX driver went out and tried to start a fight with my brother and soon took out a "tubo" He used this to hit my brother's back while my Grandpa ran after the "drunkard" and tried to hit him with his stick but then, he was pushed stumbling on the street. My grandma called my Dad but we were still in Starbucks (GreenHills), very far away from Cainta. So, my Dad called my Uncle who immediately went to rescue. Not long, we were also on the way to the Bagong Ospital ng Cainta (I think) wherein we saw my brother with his back bruised and bleeding. My Grandpa had a bruise too on his left wrist. My Grandma was suffering from High Blood Pressure and needed someone someone to cool her down. I saw the drunkard who was also badly bleeding but I did not feel a tinge of sorry for him. If he was just considerate enough that there was a baby in the car, he would have stopped. But, he didn't. It was all stupid of him. And him having hurt my family, leaves a great amount of anger in my blood.


I do not really know whether all this was karma or I was just really jinxed. But I sure hope that nothing this severe would happen anymore. Supposedly, we were to enjoy the night for it was my Mum's birthday but as to how it turned out, it was one of the challenging moments of my life-- I just didn't know what to expect. Maybe, this is all a call. Maybe, there was really some moral behind it. But that "maybe" is surely a great mystery.


Well, this is to the much owed update of my forgotten blog. I get so preoccupied with unimportant activities lately. So far, summer's bored me to death but I'm trying as much to please myself with tv and junk-- just kidding.


Finally, report cards were given out-- a huge sigh of relief. I do know that my grades aren't that pleasing this year but I guess I've done pretty good during my "adjustment" stage. Moreover, I'm trying as much to do a whole lot better this coming school year-- call me a nerd, if that's what you think. I do not care. For as long as I know I did my best and pushed myself to reach my actual potentials, I am already satisfied.


Now, I am OFFICIALLY bidding goodbye to my freshman year!! Enjoy summer, ya'll :)