I’ve never been so fucking scared in my entire life. (I’m not one for profanity, but this occasion warrants it.) My hands are shaking even now as I write this.
*stops writing to take several deep breaths and calm down*
Maybe this’ll teach me not to be so goddamn cocky about my driving. After yesterday, and today, I may never want to drive in this town again.
Maybe I’m overreacting. Actually, now that I’m breathing easier, I know I was overreacting. But getting lost while driving alone at night is terrifying for me. Especially if the place is totally unfamiliar and you see squatter’s areas all around you and you don’t know whether it’s safe to stop and ask for directions.
My sense of direction is (obviously) not one of my strengths. I can make it from my house to Makati and back without any difficulty, and from my house to Sta. Mesa as well. But to go to Sta. Mesa while coming from Makati is a different story altogether. That’s when I got hopelessly entangled.
Actually, things aren’t as bad as I make them out to be since I had a map. Once I realized I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, I pulled over and looked at the map. I figured out where I was, and where I was supposed to go. Problem was, I figured wrong, and I ended up back where I started. I finally got my bearings, but thankfully my friends decided to meet me halfway. So now I sit here with my friends, safe and sound and knowing exactly where I am in this world.
OMG. I know how you feel. I was in the exact same position, except I came from Timog (heading back home to Ortigas Center). I got lost in that Greenhills place called “Little Baguio” at around 11pm!! *scary* Glad you were safe.
katakot talaga mawala, no?
‘di bagay sa ‘yo ang nagmumura…
hehe, oo nga eh. kaso i wrote that right when i got to the restaurant i met my friends in, nanginginig pa ako. kaya ganyan ang language ko.