I lost my cellphone to a butt ugly squatter

Taken from a journal post I made in my devArt account:

I wasn't almost killed or anything but yeah... we were inside the school service and just drove out of the school and it happened there. Our school, despite being the premiere science high school in the country, is surrounded by slums. Yes, and the government is stupidly doing nothing about it even though 3 or so people already got stabbed to death by idiotic, 'needy', criminal squatters because they wanted their cellphones.

We were fetched late today, at about 6:30pm, and as usual, I sit at the back of the vehicle (it's not really a bus or anything). When we stopped at the corner of the road, at the end of the road where our school is located, some scary looking man walks up to the back of the service where 2 other people and I were sitting. He just casually opened the frikkin door and said something. Of course, shocked and scared (more of shocked really, wondering where the hell did he get the guts to do that), two of us were screaming our heads off (due to being startled, shocked and disgust...really, he looked filthy). I screamed because I was afraid he'd get inside and sit with us since there was one spare space. I heard him saying he only wanted the cellphone so I threw the crappy piece of gadget at him (it was due for replacement anyway---having been included in the laundry once and dropped in a toilet bowl). When he got the phone, he just walked away to where his other filthy, robbing, criminal friends were sitting at the side of the road.

I know... we forgot to lock the door. Effin' hell. Damn it. I don't really care if he got my phone. I'm more concerned about the collection of contact numbers in my sim card.

The other girl at the back of the car said she noticed a knife in the man's other hand. The other girl I was sitting with was trying to shoo his hand away from me. I guess the man saw through the untinted car windows that I was holding a cellphone. I was trying to reply to a text Neil sent. He got hold of my bag and threw it back down learning the phone wasn't there. He can have the damn cellphone. I haven't even used it much for the past year or so.

Anyway these are thoughts that ran through my head during that 5 seconds (really, it was that fast).
+ I wanted to kick him but didn't do it since I don't want to risk my leg being pulled.
+ I wanted to tell him that it's a damn school service and not a public transportation when he first opened the door only to realize what the true intentions of his ugly face are a split second later.
+ I wanted to ask if I could get my sim card first before I gave him my phone. Actually, I wouldve asked it but I was too damn scared and I wanted to get it over and done with.
+ When he left and everything was over I was hysterical because a) I lost my SIM CARD not my CELLPHONE, and b) my eye glasses got squished by the car door due to my haste when I closed the door.
+ Why couldn't he even close the door!? I had to reach out and close it. Too scary. I guess he was nervous too since he didn't bother to close the door.

I cursed him as I closed the door. Or after I closed the door. Whatever.

Things happen and we were just unlucky that that happened to us. All's fine now. It was actually pretty funny. The girl I was sitting next to, Carla, suddenly cried (as in cried) because of shock.

I cried too because I thought the person was too ugly to bear.

Okay, I'm just kidding. I cried too because of shock.

So kids, next time don't forgot to lock your car doors.

But wait... maybe you're not living in the Philippines.

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So. I have finally launched my Friendster account as a tool for rekindling old friendships with grade school friends. Haven't gotten up to searching for them one by one though. But I did a lot of browsing just now. Amusing how many things you find in friendster. It's also hard to gauge if these people are really sincere with their testimonials too. Erm... testimonials can go to hell. Friendster is amazing in a way that you find out who's "friends" with who and somehow some friendships or connections or relations or whatever the hell are justified through it. Or not. Damn it. Friendster is confusing me. It can go to hell too.