My mind is so full. Pissed off, depressed, demoralized, in despair. In despair over my lost phone. I torture myself with what-ifs and you-should-haves. Or, more to the point, shouldn’t have. Shouldn’t have been stupid enough to use the phone inside a jeepney, and a jeepney with wide open windows at that. Pissed off that during those few seconds of struggle with the snatcher, with your arm hanging out the jeepney window, it
didn’t occur to you to use your other hand, dammit, maybe bash the guy’s face in, at least grab a handful of hair. All I did was struggle for a few seconds while screaming “Huwaaagg!” (I swear that was what I screamed. So melodramatic)
What I should have screamed, of couse, was “8210 lang yan, bitawan mo na!” but the struggle didn’t last long enough for that. My shocked fingers slackened for the tiniest bit of a second, and it was all he needed, and off he went.
The phone itself is such an old model it’s so cheap, and I was able to make my dazed way to the nearest landline phone to cancel my Globe
line, but of course the cost of actually replacing the phone and reconstructing the directory is the real pain in the ass. My priority was to buy a laptop, dammit! Every spare cent was supposed to go the laptop fund!
And of course, there’s the trauma. My hands were trembling right after it happened, and I was walking around half-dazed for about half an hour longer. From Quezon City, I found myself at the Ayala MRT station, where was almost out of the station when I realized that I should have gotten off at Magallanes. It was only after I placed a short payphone call to Don to tell him about it and let him know I was all right, and after consuming some French fries (what could I do, I was shocked and hungry), that I began to recover. I was even able to write down all these.
*wipes smudges of bacon mushroom melt from paper*
Basically, folks, this is to tell you that I lost my phone and to ask you to send me your mobile numbers through email or friendster message. I know, I know, most of you are saying “Oh, sheesh, here she goes again, losing a phone/eyeglasses/wallet/whatever like once a year.” Believe me, I’ve castigated myself over it already.
I haven’t figured out when can I get a replacement phone (anybody out there want to give me one?) and whether I want to keep my number or switch to prepaid, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, I guess, I’ll do what I should have done long ago and keep a file of all your numbers.