Perspective
You, me, that table, this building, your office, the objects of your desires, your pets—at the subatomic level, we’re mostly empty space. As in Nothing. At the most, some teeny-weeny vibrating particles that vanish. It’s either wonderful or horrifying, depending on your state of mind. If you feel that you’re important, significant, a major player, ha! If you feel small, downtrodden, like a speck of excrement on a tissue floating in the ocean (misquote from Sideways quoting Bukowski), it’s kind of comforting.
“Everything is made of atoms.”
Here’s something to cheer everyone up (possibly at your expense, but think of it as an act of charity): Describe a spectacularly bad day you’ve had recently. Something so bad, you rejoiced when it ended. Post it in Comments. If you make us feel really sorry for you, I’ll send you a book. Which might make things worse, but hey, freebie!
Answers to questions you might be asking, unless you wandered onto this site purely by accident >>>
August 2nd, 2007 at 03:54
My NY moment is a bad day: It was a Wednesday, July 18. I went to work drenched from the pouring rain, my shoes completely wet. Subway was delayed because of flooding, reported to work 15 minutes late. Clocked out around 6pm to go to Grand Central and post mail. Loud explosion, people stopping and pointing. A road blew up, steam-pipe accident. The only subway line I use to get home is cancelled, had to walk 10 blocks for the bus. Line for the bus was 50 people deep. Sweaty and tired. Arrived at my basement apartment to find that it was completely flooded, all library books doormats, wet! Had to wash them (ofcourse) finished at around 2 am. Slept 4am.
August 2nd, 2007 at 06:01
There’s nothing more terrible to miss everything that’s happenning in Pinas, when you’re in a foreign country you get so depressed and there’s no other cure than going back but it cost a fortune with te whole family.
August 2nd, 2007 at 11:59
I woke up. Turned on the TV. Invented excuses to not work. Ate grease and starch in bed all day. Didn’t bathe or brush my teeth. Felt like a puffy bag of methane when I sat through the third rerun of Law & Order, Criminal Intent. Then I thought, “Tomorrow is another day,†and went to sleep.
August 2nd, 2007 at 12:07
The most terrible day in mu student life happened last two weeks. I started the day with an unexplainable pain on my stomach, as if I am constipated, having a diarrhea, and na-e-empacho–all mixed in one day inside my poor stomach. But I cannot miss class because I had a report in the afternoon, and that spells 1/4 of our final grade. So I just chewed a pill and continued the day with the hopes of not messing up myself, not to mention the day itself.
But I failed. Thirty minutes before my report, my stomach was crumbling very, very hard, and as if my anus wanted to throw up hot, molten lava. I really cannot endure it. I was torn in between having a good grade or saving my dignity as a UP student. And the next thing I know was that I found myself boarding a cab, with droplets of sweat dripping from my nape down to my spine. Saying “Manong, paki bilisan naman, natatae na ako,” was even hard for me to say.
So there: I missed the report, but I’d also saved myself from sheer, unadulterated mess and shame.
Now, I am just kissing ass in class, hoping that through that, I can pull it through. Terrible, really, terrible.
August 2nd, 2007 at 12:35
Days ago, I experienced extreme pain in my lower back and was unable to walk. I couldn’t even get up. At 12 midnight, I had to be rushed to the hospital.
Maybe you think, “and you call that a bad day?’ It gets worse.
I made the rounds of all the hospitals in Metro Manila from Quezon City to San Juan to Makati. There were no available private rooms. Not even the never-heard, unkown and nameless hospitals in the outskirts of Valenzuela could accomodate us. My mom, who is a nurse, was getting impatient and had to ask Admitting, “ano bang usong sakit ngayon and puno lahat ng hospitals?”
At 3 am, we called National Kidney and Transplant Institute if they have any availabe rooms. Fortunately, there were a couple of rooms available. Question: would you admit a patient even if her sickness is in no way related to her kidney? Yeah.
So, for 3 days I was confined in the National Kidney Institute.
I had UTI.
August 2nd, 2007 at 12:49
I was on my way to a friend to pick up the book she borrowed the other day. It was around 8:00 in the morning, I was really in a hurry. My friend’s place is just near Rizal Avenue at Sta. Cruz Manila. My aunt was unsparing enough to give me a ride. She insisted to drop me off at my friend’s house, but I just told her that it was a little out of way from where she was headed to, so I just told her to drop me off at the old movie house, and besides it was just a few blocks away. I was about to cross the street when I suddenly felt a stringent and stalwart grip on my arm. To my surprise there was a grimy inebriated young man, around his 30’s, forcing me to an alley and just telling me to calm down because he needed to ask me something. I was so startled and taken aback by what happened. It turns out that he was accompanied by two other intoxicated thugs. Even if I wanted to bellow and cry for help, I was completely consumed by panic. When I tried to ask for help, Lo and behold, the two accomplices gave me a sturdy slap on my face followed by the most throbbing punch right smack my lower body. They took everything, my wallet, my phone and my backpack. I was so numb after. Instead of asking my friend for help, because of the trepidation I just suffered and because of the fear that they might come back, the only thought that was clear in my psyche was to head home. Penniless and completely petrified, I went home by foot. From Rizal Avenue, Sta. Cruz Manila to San Francisco Del Monte Q.C., It was hell indeed. I was so traumatized, that I developed this uncanny behavior of suspecting anyone, especially if I’m commuting. I almost died that day. It was the most terrible day in my life, but it is comforting to know that I came back home in one piece.
August 2nd, 2007 at 13:28
i was at my desk surfing the net as my boss is on vacation. i hate phonecalls and i really hate an indian officemate at another branch of our company as he acts too smarty but he’s in fact an asshole! He’s too plain stupid and he always wants to annoy me, and a easily get annoyed. I have several spats with him and he really is an asshole, hairy, smelly and he had this annoying heavy indian accent. Our switchboard operator transferred his call to me and he was asking about the new prices of our products. I started to answer him en he cut me off and asked me to hold for 2 minutes! Man i was fuming as i was just about to watch a clip on youtube and he made me wait like he’s the most important guy on the company. When he came back for me and i started to talk again, he cut me off AGAIN and he actually did this to me twice again. He was doing it on purpose I’m so sure about that and i was about the slam the phone and shout all the cuss words i’ve heard on my mp3s but i just held on, and kept my compusure under this freakin useless pressure from an asshole, moron subordinate! Think about starting a day goin bad, whew… The other day this same asshole guy sent Tiffany tofees to my officemate, and he didn’t even give me a small piece.
Jackass!
August 2nd, 2007 at 14:32
Letter that i have sent a couple of minutes ago because I was so pissed (forgive me for some grammatical errors):
Hi _ _ _ _,
I had noticed that my grades on the latest evaluation were far way too low compared to the ones that I had last time. And I also noticed that few of the major reasons for the low grade were because of low accuracy , proactiveness and problems communication. I do not agree on the grades that you have given.
As a veteran analyst, I believe that most of the blogs and other sources that I have been tagging are correct and are just based on the tagging-basis that you have set way back. However, basis for tagging lately are now becoming vague and are not immediately being clarified to us analysts, especially for NEW or DIFFERENT blog templates ( example: http://www.dpw.com/news/ which I tagged as News but then you said it was blog-like, then couple of days later you said it was news) that are coming from the internet. Let me just tell some of the vague bases that I have noticed:
1. You said before that if a major publication as what **** have said that if it (i.e., NY times, etc.) has its own blog, then without any question, Analyst should marked it as B1. But now, I have noticed that we analyst should now further review it and tag the blog as B2 if necessary. ( example would be, http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/—-as per ******)
2. You also said that if the blog does not talk much of an intensive company related posts, then analysts should marked it as B2. Like this one–http://lawprofessors.typepad.com/whitecollarcrime_blog/ ..I had tagged it as B2 blog, because its postings talks about Republicans, Pension issues and the like, but then you have tagged it as B1 ( as per your previous email).
These are just few of the many vague tagging basis that are coming out lately which are really out of the way when compared to the previous basis that you have set. And unfortunately, most of the infromation that are coming out from the net lately are very much like on the examples that I had given.
With regards to problems communication, I believe I am always PROACTIVELY sharing my part in voicing out MAJOR ISSUES that really need to be solved. I, together with the rest of the analysts, are giving our insights to **** knowing that **** in the end will relay it to you. I am always telling **** everytime we have a meeting that crawlers and bases for taggings are our number one problem in the group.
As for being Proactive, I believe I had proven and shared a fair share with regards to this issue. In fact, whenever, there are problems and Ryan is not around, I always find time to answer all the queries that the new analysts ask and find a way out to help them.
Thus, the grades that you have given to me were indeed, not in line with the work that I had done and with my working capabilities. I need some changes.
By the way, with regards to the new NEWS sources, I actually had a database for it which was stored on the NEWSWIKI (Project with ****). I spearheaded it before together with Mr. Du. Its actually a news sources from different countries across the globe.This is the URL : (strictly prohibited)
Regards,
Ary
August 2nd, 2007 at 15:40
i had to edit six friggin’ articles today by this “writer” who doesnt know the difference between the prepositions in, on, and at (they’re not effin interchangeable!) and was apparently absent when they taught subject-verb agreements. i know, it doesnt compare to the bad experiences of the people here. i just want to rant! haaaaay
August 2nd, 2007 at 17:28
when a very close friend died…a crisp-looking, tan-colored she-mongrel who had been with us for like since the birth of my youngest son…so fiercely loyal yet so lovable, she once saved my child from the fangs of another dog…never wavering in strength and spirit, she didn’t back down at anything…sadly, someone poisoned her and as i watched her being wasted by the unknown toxic substance i had to make a tough choice and had her euthanized…there’s no telling how traumatic it is to see a faithful and loyal friend put to sleep when you have nothing else more to do…that was almost two years ago but i still wished i hadn’t made that choice
August 2nd, 2007 at 18:47
August 16, 1995
9AM – Got fired
12NN – Lost my wallet
2PM – Found a dead cockroach inside my shoes
4PM – Torrential downpour, can’t go home yet
8PM – Still raining, no money, no food, no cab in sight
9PM – Finally a cab
10PM – Cab breaks down on a flooded street
11PM – Home
August 2nd, 2007 at 18:49
Sorry, my bad day wasn’t so recent. It was just so bad I still remember it today.
August 3rd, 2007 at 08:05
2001
woken by a phone call form someone i went to highschool with. wanted me to read the paper. i did. 9-11.
went to school. lost my 5110 cellphone (it was hip then) amidst a throng of people watching CNN in the lobby.
flunked a stat long quiz (i hate that term). lost a softball game in p.e. (educate my physique?? you just try it, woman…) regardless of how i was sweating like a pig on a treadmill. migraine coming in.
storm clouds looming over the football field burst in torrents. got soaked. anticipating pneumonia.
walked to nearest waiting shed (i was wet anyway). saw bestfriend crying. her sister died. (she’s been bedridden for 18 years… the sister not my bestfriend).
went to hospital and morgue. had to wait in the E.R. for some reason. 3 people died while i was in there.
went home. turned on the TV. more WTD. saw spongebob on nick. cheered up somewhat.
power died.
August 3rd, 2007 at 09:31
I don’t care about the freebie — I just wanna share my (true) sob story. I’ve been fancying this really, really cute guy (grabe sa kaguwapuhan). I’m gay and he’s straight — and dito sa America, unthinkable na mangyari ito. Anyhoo, nag-ilusyon ako na may pag-asa ako. Then the inevitable happened — I finally discovered na taken na pala siya (like I didn’t know). To top it off, I saw na nakikipaghalikan pa siya sa jowa niya. How sweet naman. Aray!
August 3rd, 2007 at 10:24
I dont think Ive ever had a bad day. Or at least one so bad I would remember it. Is something wrong with me? I remember an article once about a paper in some psychology journal that proposed that happiness is a mental disorder.
August 3rd, 2007 at 10:47
Major Moments of Non-Being: My Timeline
August 8, 1969, Cebu City – My birthday. Born posthumously, my father had the fine sense to not to wait for me so he chose to go six feet below 7 days before my B-day. On a much lighter note, if predestination and numerology are reliable schools, you would think that I was destined to be this balahura and bastos. Come on…8-8-6-9?! Don’t look now, but if you’d only ask me, my real name also bears another duh details.
1972 – Mother remarried to a native in Siquijor to allegedly ward off the ghost of my father. It was not enough that she was only a fledgling seamstress with a child to feed but, uh, for the life of me, she had to choose among a drove of suitors, filthy rich DOM’s included, a swashbuckling Erap fan from a fishing village in one of the most forbidding marshlands in Siquijor. I now had a limping polio-victim for a stepfather who made me hang on to his tire-interior belt as we made our way into the dusty feeders of the fishing community.
August 13, 1973 – My only stepbrother was born. Four years old now, I was forced to step up the clan ranks as the de facto baby sitter. Folks instantly felt I was not ideally a good sibling when I bit my baby brother in the arm. Obviously, I preferred baby cry to the cacophony of wrens chirping on our eaves. To this day, my brother only has to flash my teeth marks on his arm if he so desperately wants to stare me down. What now?! Don’t ask me about his life with number 13 for…So okay, he is so like accident-prone and his feats have all been nothing but short of miracles that he pulled himself through all them.
1981 – Five years into the elementary years. Our choir won the inter-island competition. In the middle of the merriment, my adviser, a new staff who came from the major competing school, secretly gave me a little pinch. I knew she was it just by the her eyes grew shifty eyes when I turned my back looking for the effing culprit. I revenged by giving her innocently a toe-squashing number by strategically landing on those stubby bulbs peering out of a plastic sandal. Good God!
1982 – My secret pincher of a class adviser had to lobby with a couple of my detractor-teachers against my getting the valedictory honors. Citing one among others, my being a son of a religious fanatic who had issues with flags and pork and Christmas, she charged me for my seeming wildness – mostly in my behavior and sociocultural manners. Whatever. My mother protested. I said let her be. She had her way. But I showed her by topping the entrance exam at the island’s elite high school.
1983 – My academic nemesis visited with my mother to make subtle reconciliatory arrangements with us in the pretext of a dress which my hardy mother was to cut and sew. My burgeoning sense of self-worth got the better part of me – I brushed her off. On noting this, my mother declined the dressmaking project.
1984 – 1987 – High school lifeless.
1987 – 1991 – College lifeless.
1991 – 2007 – Some 20 jobs after and 16 years into my profession as a pen effing pusher, I am still obsessed with this smallish writing career that I can’t seem to push to a distance farther than the span of my local pen. And argh, for crying out loud, my writing tone is still one of validation, validation, validation… And you ask me why I still log on to Jessica’s site instead of blogging on my own? Doh.
August 3rd, 2007 at 11:25
July 27th
8:00AM My uniform was soaked when I got to school, only to realize that I shouldn’t be wearing uniforms in the first place since it was wash day. I went home which is a 30-minute ride under heavy rain.
9:30AM Got back to school. Went up to our classroom on the fourth floor, 3 hours early for class. I was starting to write a copy of formulas for math exam later, my pen fell and the tip got bent. No spare pen. Have to go down and buy one from the coop and return to fourth floor. make mental note to also buy paper.
9:45AM Back to fourth floor, heaving. Realize that I forgot mantal note to buy paper.
2:30PM Had to report on answer on the take-home exam that I know nothing about.
3:30PM Calculus Exam! Enough said.
August 3rd, 2007 at 12:33
hmmmm……. where do I start?
in the span of two months, I have…
-gotten hospitalized from bronchitis despite never having smoked in my entire life.
-got rejected from a job i desperately wanted and needed..
-saw my bestfriend get fired from the company we work for
-saw two more of my friends get fired the next day
-saw our director and my manager get fired together the following day
-seen the company I work for cut in half in terms of employee
-gotten a pure asshole as a boss
-got suckered into having a big Jewish wedding by my fiance’s mom; i’m Catholic by the way
-found out that of the TWO hospitals in Chicago that was not part of my insurance network, I happen to pick one of those, and got a hospital bill of $850, for one measly chest x-ray and standard blood test!
-had my paycheck cut in half
-had my workload doubled!
-found out I cant get a new job coz our company made us sign a contract saying we cant work in the same industry for the next three years after termination of employment with them!
fuckingA!
August 3rd, 2007 at 15:19
Last week I…
-Had surgery to remove a rapidly growing cist on my ovary
-Was conscious after they put me under anesthesia (I felt them cutting me open and then the meds finally worked)
-Found out that my Poly Cystic Ovary Disease wasn’t getting any better.
-Found out I may never have children (okay, maybe that’s a good thing)
-Had an allergic reaction to two different kinds of meds and finally got stuck with one that may cause me kidney failure
– The next day I Contracted the Flu, that I had managed to avoid during our 30 degree winter because I babysat a little tiyanak, during the 110 degree SUMMER
-Found out that my financial aid got screwed up and I will not be able to go to school this year.
-Promptly found out that I could no longer work on campus.
-Found out my account was overdrawn by $100 an since I missed so much work due to my health, my last paycheck which is going to be about 190+ so while I am jobless and recovering from my surgery I have a total of $90 to live off of
-please remember that: I am a poor college student paying MY OWN WAY through college. My books cost no less than about $500 a semester, I have no savings…
– My car stopped working, I need to buy a new part that is expensive and seeing that I no langer have a job, I can’t pay for it, and my parent’s won’t
and wost of all:
I have to move out of my apartment and leave my roommates (who I’ve lived with since my freshman year in college) and moved back in with
MY PARENTS
Someone please shoot me…
August 3rd, 2007 at 20:04
Tagalog ako at mahina ako sa ingles:
I watch the movie The Departed then sa kalagitnaan ng movie may ale na naghihiyaw at umiyak malapit sa upuan ko dahil nawala daw yung bag niya na nasa tabi lang nya so pasok yung guard so nag hanapan sila eh ako ang pinaka malapit sa upuan nila , ang sama ng tingin sa akin nung asawa nung ale at yung guard eh tiningnan pa ang gamit ko naging suspek pa ko pero natandaan ko may lalakeng dumaan sa harap ko then yumuko sa likod ng upuan nila kunwari may nahulog , i think yun ang kumuha..
Natapos ko ang movie eh hindi ko na naintindihan at yung bag nung ale nasa isip ko Nasira ang movie, then i tried to watch sa dvd (The Departed) eh yung bag ng ale pa rin ang nasa isip ko . kaya kahit na ano gawin ko eh hindi ko makalimutan yung Bag nung ale kapag pinanoood ko The Departed kahit siguro panoorin ko to sa HBO eh yung bag pa rin ng ale maiisip ko instead na yung yung movie. Nagka Phobia pa na ko sa The Departed dahil sa experience na to, so tinapon ko na rin yung DVD dahil pag nakikita ko ninerbyos ako.
August 3rd, 2007 at 20:49
I read the miserable posts heaped here and am somewhat ashamed to admit that I feel inexplicably optimistic about my life now. Sure, I’ve had my rain of truly sucky days just like the rest of you where I felt that the whole cosmos was conspiring against me — perhaps as payback for a grievous sin I committed in a previous life — but whenever I recall them now, I just feel utmost relief that its all behind me.
I also realized something: we’re only truly miserable, when we suffer alone. And no matter the gravity of our problems, as long as we have someone who’d be willing to listen to our woes, we feel heaps better after. Here’s a warm virtual hug to all of you! *hugz*!!!
August 4th, 2007 at 00:54
“Comedy is tragedy over time.â€
a woman is admitted in the PGH OB wards. drips blood all over the place, dead fetus dangles from her crotch, looks like a pendulum of sorts, peek-a-boo it says. intern in charge disbelievingly stammers, “ma’m, may fetus pong nakasabit(?)” more of question than statement, directed at anyone who could validate bizarre spectacle.
this becomes laughable after a while? yes. no wonder ira needs prozac.
August 4th, 2007 at 02:14
woke up with a really bad headache due to sleeping too late last night. for no apparent reason had a power outage in my building and not having A/C in a 91F weather sucks big time not to mention worrying if power will be back the next day since not having electricity means no water, no gas, no elevators – everything literally gone. power back when i woke up. wanted to check email asap, dsl connection not detected by modem. no wireless connection anywhere. had a wave of gas from taco consumed the night before. went to the bathroom. instant diarrhea for 30 minutes. went out feeling all weak and numb. sought kitchen for coffee refuge. not enough coffee to brew a decent cup. decided to just take a shower and head out for breakfast. found dead small roach in the tub. probably suffocated from diarrhea-taco episode earlier. needed a few minutes to scoop it up without touching it, using my 1/4 of a brain without caffeine and decent sleep. got in the tub, turned water on, forgot to put in cold and was scorched by scalding hot water. i could have died really. but i didn’t. lucky me.
August 4th, 2007 at 15:24
While not exactly a whole day, this was what happened on the way home from a lovely birthday evening just hours before.
Let me break it down.
3:00 AM
I say: ‘haha I’ll probably be home by 5am pa’. Should have noticed the foreshadowing. Statement was made as a light comment on how I live so faraway from most of my friends.
3:30-ish
Dropped of friends. On the way home via C5. Driver going at 120kph. Driver does not allow me to sleep in-between having to give out directions towards home and listening to his straight-man stories.
3:45-ish
We encounter traffic on MLEX (patch of expressway spanning Makati and Alabang) at 3:45am. Can’t help but wonder: WHEN THE *UCK DOES THAT HAPPEN?! Traffic does not move at all after being given alloted time for movement. We head for the Bicutan exit. Traffic, I assume, was caused by some serious mad mayhem.
4:00-ish
Passing through the e-pass lane, car is noticed to be “limping”.
4:01-ish
Flat tire. Puts on hazards and proceeds to change tires. I go down to wave away passing cars and 16-wheeler trucks.
4:05-ish
Starts to rain. I retrieve orange and blue umbrella from trunk and shields self and driver who changes tire.
4:20-ish
Tire has been changed. Reserved tire reveals itself to have no air. Proceeds to drive with hazards on at 15kph till next gas station for air replenishment.
4:45-ish
A Caltex approaches. Driver and passenger rejoice. Car is parked and air is applied (?). Air nozzle does not fit tire hole thingy. Driver and passenger stops rejoicing and finds a more suitable emotion. More hazard-15kph driving.
5:10-ish
Finally in Sucat. Comfort settles in that if car breaks down, or tires explode, I will be able to commute myself home. A Caltex approaches. Driver and passenger rejoice. Air nozzle fits tire hole thingy! Driver and passenger rejoice some more. Proceeds driving. Car tire makes strange sound when in motion. Feels like its been over-pumped. Driver and passenger prays to divine being.
5:20-ish
Finally home. Feels bad for driver. Hopes he resigns and lands a better job. I type a blog entry. Then sleeps to the sound of birds chirping. Not the most pleasant sound at 5:30 it seems.
August 4th, 2007 at 21:15
everyday is a bad day for me. so, boo-hoo for me. i just wanted to say that i think the free book should go to the guy with the horrible “bag” lady experience, as she ruined the movie for him FOREVER. Tsk, tsk.
August 6th, 2007 at 11:39
this is for triangle30:
it’s a monday and i got my laughter fix (as in laughing out loud) just by reading your post/comment – i know it’s downright mean how somebody else’s bad moment could be somebody else’s source of fun, but i really laughed so hard reading your post, tears came out of my eyes. Thanks, really. Now, I see “The Departed” in a different light. Be well.
August 6th, 2007 at 20:07
i know i won’t win a book. still…
my miserable day was during Valentines week. (i know.. sounds like a soppy sob story..)
There is this guy whom i have been drooling over since college days… He is handsome, sweet, muscular, very smart, fashionable, and to top it off, smelled so nice you’d want to take him home.
we became friends. really good friends. then lovers in a limbo, unsure, unchartered way. i remember one thursday when we had a fight, i told him “wag na muna tayong magkita ng isang linggo.” Then Monday came, lo and behold, he fetched me after class toting food (im a sucker for food) and saying “ops, pwede na, lumipas na ang isang lingoo (sunday)” I almost said, “you had me at ‘ops.'”
i know he loves me, and i loved him in return,. but complexities in life did not allow us to be together.
after a few years, i found him and fell in love all over again. it was wonderful, loving the second time around. i thought i would be given a chance to love him better.
but on february 13, he died. he was mugged while he was heading home. mugged in a weird way because his O2 palm pilot, wallet, coin purse, and even his oold 3315 was still with him.
all they took was his empty lunchbox.
and my dreams.
August 7th, 2007 at 12:10
OMFG!!! Critter wins! Or should have won. Too bad, another deadline prevented her from getting the trophy.
August 31st, 2007 at 05:39
Oh this happened years ago but is still the worst day
Boyfriend broke up with me in the morning, flunked the test that would make me pass Physics, decided it was a bad day so I should skip class and go home, drove home to Makati from UP and got stuck in flyover-construction traffic, got squeezed out of my lane by a bus, cut a grey Sentra whose driver stepped out (traffic was at a standstill) and poked a gun at me in front of hundreds of cars (who allowed me to go from the leftmost lane of Edsa to the rightmost lane by driving perpendicular to all of them so I could turn into Estrella St.), anyway he hit my car repeatedly with his gun while I was trying to look directly at the steering wheel thinking that I was being shot.
When I got hope I stepped out of the car, and fell on the ground my knees didnt work. Cried to my mom about everything. Got soothed and was told to relax and take a hot shower. Took a shower, slipped and banged my head.
Pretty bad, huh