Something tells me I shouldn't have gone out of the house yesterday.

Incident # 1: I got off the jeepney in front of the village yesterday morning and almost got hit by a motorcycle. It was a good thing the bike wasn't going too fast as it was about to turn left. My heart pounding like crazy, the rest of my walk to the office was thankfully uneventful.

Incident # 2: On our way home, Joks and I were riding in the jeep when another jeep rammed into us, right where Joks and I were sitting. If the other jeepney was going any faster, we would have been taken on a free trip to the hospital (or the grave, for that matter).

Incident # 3: As soon as I got off that jeep, another jeepney came careening directly where I was standing. If Joks hadn't yelled for me to get out of the way or if the brakes on that jeep gave out, I would have been road pizza. I cursed, froze for a second, just like a deer in the headlights, and wondered why I got out of the house at all.

WTF?!?

I'm glad I'm still alive today though. I'm not ready to die just yet. I guess, somebody's really looking out for me and I am so, so thankful for that.