Three people were killed at the Bahay ng Alumni in UP Diliman yesterday.
Two security guards and one bank teller lay dead on the street as I watched the police gather evidence and photograph the crime scene. Numerous shell casings littered the ground around an armored car riddled with bullet holes.
Reporters and photographers were running everywhere. A large crowd of people surrounded the area; only a long line of yellow tape kept all the bystanders at bay. Mga usisero't usisera.
Tulad ko.
I really had no business there, I only wanted to know what happened. Just an hour or so before I heard a series of loud bangs which I thought were just from fireworks. Fireworks at noon.
That was before I heard from a classmate that there had been a shooting incident at the Bahay ng Alumni. Police sirens started to fill the air right then. I ran outside Mass Comm as police cars drove past the building; the only thing stopping me from following the cars was my Comm Res 101 class.
Our professor did not come to class. I was supposed to go somewhere else, but as I passed by the UP Theater I came across a few construction workers who were talking about what had happened. I followed them to where the shots were fired. Mga usisero't usisera.
Kasama ako.
My curiosity got the best of me. I pushed through the crowd to see what was going on. I asked people about what had happened, about what they saw. I plurked about what I saw and heard. About the only thing I did not do was shoot a few pictures of my own - I was having qualms about posting pictures of dead people.
It was exciting to be there, to see things happen. Hahaha. Every semester, something like this happens to me. Something happens that makes me even more driven in my course. I always get a rush, a feeling of exhilaration, that drives me to do more, to give more, to strive for more.
Inspiration.
I want this job.
Two security guards and one bank teller lay dead on the street as I watched the police gather evidence and photograph the crime scene. Numerous shell casings littered the ground around an armored car riddled with bullet holes.
Reporters and photographers were running everywhere. A large crowd of people surrounded the area; only a long line of yellow tape kept all the bystanders at bay. Mga usisero't usisera.
Tulad ko.
I really had no business there, I only wanted to know what happened. Just an hour or so before I heard a series of loud bangs which I thought were just from fireworks. Fireworks at noon.
That was before I heard from a classmate that there had been a shooting incident at the Bahay ng Alumni. Police sirens started to fill the air right then. I ran outside Mass Comm as police cars drove past the building; the only thing stopping me from following the cars was my Comm Res 101 class.
Our professor did not come to class. I was supposed to go somewhere else, but as I passed by the UP Theater I came across a few construction workers who were talking about what had happened. I followed them to where the shots were fired. Mga usisero't usisera.
Kasama ako.
My curiosity got the best of me. I pushed through the crowd to see what was going on. I asked people about what had happened, about what they saw. I plurked about what I saw and heard. About the only thing I did not do was shoot a few pictures of my own - I was having qualms about posting pictures of dead people.
It was exciting to be there, to see things happen. Hahaha. Every semester, something like this happens to me. Something happens that makes me even more driven in my course. I always get a rush, a feeling of exhilaration, that drives me to do more, to give more, to strive for more.
Inspiration.
I want this job.
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