Manila; Fruit salad.

Manila is a real Fruit salad. You cant really isolate one adjective to describe life in Manila. It is a beautiful mix up of things good and bad or plain different.

Yesterday afternoon, I took a cab home. Ryan said I should text him when Im about Arranque Market already so he can anticipate meeting me down Benavidez Building. Well I was anticipating texting him so i pulled out my phone from my bag though the cab was still stucked in Mendiola traffic and typed in, I thought I would just click send when the cab get to Arranque.

I was sitting on the back, when I looked out the car window and caught the eyes of a guy in red whose hair was parted in the middle looking back at me from accross the street, as if he was looking for something behind me. I didnt think of it as anything but it did made me turn around to look behind me, and there i saw that the other door from my left wasnt locked, and Just as the idea of being robbed was about to enter my initiative, I was startled to see two men (one of which was the guy in red- he crossed the street fast, didn't he?) thugging at the door of the front passenger's seat and mine as if pulling to open it and knocking on the glass window simultaneously.

I was startled at what they were doing and stared. Just froze for a minute or two. I was still holding my phone. The driver waved his hands at them, signing them to go away. Of course it was still afternoon so there were still a lot of people going about, when they realized that the doors were locked securely, and after some time of knocking, they quit and acted as if they just didnt know there was a passenger already and was just trying to catch themselves a cab and was surprised to see me. Which was doubtful and weird, because the glass sure wasnt tinted, and i am very sure I have not turned into an invisible ghost and they were really thugging at the doors. When they left us alone, they resumed their post accross the street. The driver told me those were robbers trying to mobbed us in the cab. He also quoted it was impossible they didnt see me, 130lbs of me was there looking straight back at them while they thugged and knocked plus, the window glass was not tinted, in any degree. (yes somehow, i had to mention my fat ass mass :P)

He relayed to me a story of a recent taxi passenger victim who was robbed in the same strategy, and almost stabbed when she didnt want to let go of her bag. My heart palpitated a little, I didnt have much cash on me then but i'd sure missed my 2 months old 'Coach' hand bag, my memory stick and my phone. phew! I realized they probably saw the door from my left was unlocked and thought I didnt lock any doors at all.

Moral Lesson : Lock all doors. I usually do, but yesterday I was feeling carefree. It really is true, the ironic timing, just when you are letting your guard down, something happens.

Well, other than that, I arrived at our place in one piece thankfully. I was able to send the :Arranque na ko- text message successfully prior to arriving at home :P.

I looked at the taxi meter. My Taxi bill was 140 php. I gave the taxi driver another 10 peso as tip for being smart. Hahaha :) 10 pesos lang? Ryan laughed wow im a big tipper noh? :) hehehe. Pwede na yun noh.

The day ended with my memory of 4 isaw na bilog to taste. and watching re-run of Hannibal that night.