No, the bomb/LPG did not get me. I wasn't even at Glorietta today, and I haven't been to the place for a longish time because I now take a different route going home. This afternoon while I was trying to lose consciousness my eardrums were disturbed by a phone ring. It was mine. My sister was trying to contact me for inexplicable reasons. Prior to this seemingly Apocalyptic event of it all, she sent me a message asking me for my whereabouts. Because I was on the verge of closing my eyelids, I figuratively threw away my phone, and seconds after my phone began to ring again. I answered it, my sister on the other line, still asking my whereabouts. I croaked, "Sa bahay (At home.)." She thought I was outside. At Glorietta. I just love my sister.
Whoever perpetrated this heinousness, you will die, son of a bitch. You're going to pay for this. Maybe not today or tomorrow, it may not even involve you, but let's hope for the worst. I doubt if you're reading this, much less if you know how to read, and my skepticism is further elevated with the fact that you're an invalid asshole who doesn't know anything but sow fear and panic. You're a weenie. Now that Glorietta 2 had been blown up, chances are I wouldn't be able to set foot on the mall's tiles anymore. The hell with you. I fart in your general direction! I burst my pimples at you! Don't quote me for that, I will deny it.
To everyone, keep safe. Don't go out just yet. Wait for further instructions.