A Warning to MRT (Metro Rail Transit) Passenegers

This afternoon, I got my pocket picked and the casualty was my Cherry Mobile D10, a dual sim phone which had my 3 sim cards (Sun, Smart which I just kept in the phone but not inserted and a PLDT mobile sim). I took the MRT from Ayala station to Taft and did not mind the side pockets of my pants where I usually place my phone. I am used to taking the MRT but since it has been quite a while since I rode it, I guess I just wasn't as vigilant and alert as before.



My guess is that my phone might have been taken while I and the crowd of passengers were pushing ourselves to get inside the train. Or, it might also have been during the travel because the train was so packed with people.

It was really my intention to give away a phone through Gadgets and Tech's 1st Annual Phone Raffle Contest (another blog that I own), not like the way it happened in the MRT. I feel angry at the person who took my phone but am more angry at myself because I should have known better. I have heard different stories of pick pocketing experiences in the MRT and have even heard of a pick-pocketer got beaten up (also in the Ayala station) for being caught.

I just hope this would serve as a reminder, more than a warning, for all of you or for all of your friends who take the MRT regularly. Be MORE alert and vigilant!

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Riding a Taxi Cab Alone? Beware!

I am posting this to spread the warning and reminder to everyone about riding a taxi cab alone and choosing the cab or the cab company when hailing for a cab. I read about this from FB and plurk and I just thought that I should spread the word to encourage others to be more vigilant and careful when riding a cab. Below are some excerpts from the blog post at http://www.kistymea.com/post/340940537/kristine-singsons-full-story.

"In the middle of the ride, I started changing into regular shorts and top. The driver wasn’t looking though but suddenly his hand reached for behind and I was surprised. He was saying, “MAY NAHULOG. Wallet mo ata.” I found a 50 peso bill on the floor. Then he said, “Ang dami mo sigurong pera. Mayaman ka noh?” I didn’t answer. I started getting nervous. I started looking for the cab’s number (which is usually written on the side of the doors). There were faint markings but it couldn’t be understood. The driver noticed my agitation and said, “Anong hinahanap mo? Plate number? Bigay ko sayo.” I was like, “Never mind.” I did NOT want him to know I was getting nervous already. Plus we were so near my house. I thought, what could go wrong?

But something did. Three streets away from my house, the cab driver “hit” a pothole or hump or whatever. He pulled over to the side and said, “T------, pano na yan? Na-lock yung steering wheel. Hindi ko maikot.” I was just looking at him, confused. I have no knowledge of cars so I do not know if he was bluffing or not. The meter was 75. I gave him a hundred. He had no change daw so I was like, “Fine, whatever. There’s nothing I can do about it.” I stepped out of the cab, in the middle of Bautista Street, a long street but near my house. It was almost 3 A.M. When I looked back, the cab was gone.

HOW IN THE WORLD WAS HE ABLE TO DRIVE AWAY IF HIS STEERING WHEEL WAS “LOCKED”?

I called my boyfriend up AND THANK GOD HE ANSWERED HIS PHONE. He was sleeping already, good thing the call woke him up. I was trying to remain calm. I told him my dilemma. Suddenly an empty cab drove by. A DIFFERENT ONE. I hailed it. I had probably less than half a kilometer to my house which was three streets away. The cab took me in and I ended the call.

Two more lefts, it was my house already. It was Camalig Street, then Bigasan Street. Suddenly the driver went left, the street just right before my house, Camalig. I said very politely, “Kuya, MALI. Atras ka, atras ka. Sa kabilang street pa. One more left.” The driver just kept driving like he didn’t hear. I said it again. Then he stopped and looked at me. Then he said, “Bayaran mo na.” I was weirded out. I was like, “Why? This is not even my house. It’s on the next street.” Besides, we haven’t traveled far. The meter was still at 30 pesos.

SUDDENLY, without warning, the driver grabbed my neck and jumped to the back. My first thought was, “ARE YOU F------- KIDDING ME?!?!?!?”. But his grip was getting tighter and tighter. I literally couldn’t breathe and felt my consciousness slipping. As we were struggling, I kept scratching at his eyes and reaching for the lock of the left door. He was on top of me hitting my head repeatedly while his other hand around my neck. I was choking and choking when I realized the left side HAD NO F------- LOCK, which means I couldn’t get out. Which means I had to try my luck on the right side. Imagine my struggle to get to the other side as a full grown, heavyset man kept bashing my head, scratching my face, pulling my hair and hitting me. I kept scratching his eyes. It was all I could do. When his grip loosened a bit, I managed to open the right door with so much effort. Unfortunately he pulled me back with my hair. Imagine MY TERROR as the door closed again!!!!! I couldn’t scream anymore. Besides, who would hear me I was inside a f------- car. My neck was so sore and I was close to fainting. I kept scratching his eyes and reaching for the door until by some miracle, I opened it fully and screamed with what was remaining of my voice."

Please spread the word like advertisers about phentermine no prescription campaigns.

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