There goes my spotless record when it comes to losing important stuff to snatchers, hold-uppers and the like. Last week, I lost my almost 4-year old N90 to snatchers while I was on my way home from school.
It was around 5:30 in the afternoon when I got on an empty HiWay-Ilalim jeep at Pantranco on my way home to Philcoa. As always, I killed time during the trip by trying to nap a little. By the time I woke up, the jeep had already traversed the Quezon Avenue-EDSA underpass and we were somewhere near the Ninoy Aquino Wildlife Park. It was then that a group of men (who looked like construction workers or something) suddenly got off the jeep. Still indifferent to my surroundings because I just woke up after all and that I had my mp3 player on, I noticed that my co-passengers seemed to be talking about the men that just got off the jeep. I tried to see for myself what the mini-commotion is all about but they were so far away already. Then I decided to check on my phone to see if I got any new messages since I fell asleep. It was on a belt pouch on my right hip. Then it hit me – the pouch was empty! OMG! I was just robbed!
Funny how as I panicked deep inside, I still managed to care about my composure in front of my co-passengers. Haha! As I tried to casually move my hand to my lap from the phone pouch that was empty, I wondered if my co-passengers knew I was the stupid passenger who lost an important belonging to those suspicious men who just got off the jeep. I figured they were talking about the men because after all (I noticed this myself before I feel asleep), they actually exhibited weird behavior. Whether those shameless men actually declared a hold-up on the jeep (that I didn’t hear because I was sleeping) or just casually and quietly chose to victimize me because I was an easy target (like I’ve said many times already, haha, I was sleeping and I was beside them), I don’t really know anymore, haha.
So for now, I am using my mom’s old 6670. I also got a new SIM programmed with my old number. I’ve always been a sentimental fool, but I think I’ve moved on from the loss. I am just thankful that I was not physically hurt or emotionally traumatized. Although I must admit that for the first few days, I would occasionally feel my right hip like I’ve always used to, only to realize once again that my phone is gone forever. Haha!
But ‘moving on’ doesn’t mean I will forget what my old N90 was to me for the past 3 years or so. It’s been my tool for communication with the people I love or consider my friends. I’ve read and written countless of passionate (and quite lengthy, haha) text messages with it, and these I will never ever forget. Too bad I wasn't able to keep a copy of all the hard-hitting quotes that I composed. Haha! It would be really great if someone will forward these quotes back to me one day, not knowing that I was the one who actually composed them.
Now the important question is. Will I get to buy a brand new phone or will I get stuck with this old 6670 that I am using right now? Hehe!
It was around 5:30 in the afternoon when I got on an empty HiWay-Ilalim jeep at Pantranco on my way home to Philcoa. As always, I killed time during the trip by trying to nap a little. By the time I woke up, the jeep had already traversed the Quezon Avenue-EDSA underpass and we were somewhere near the Ninoy Aquino Wildlife Park. It was then that a group of men (who looked like construction workers or something) suddenly got off the jeep. Still indifferent to my surroundings because I just woke up after all and that I had my mp3 player on, I noticed that my co-passengers seemed to be talking about the men that just got off the jeep. I tried to see for myself what the mini-commotion is all about but they were so far away already. Then I decided to check on my phone to see if I got any new messages since I fell asleep. It was on a belt pouch on my right hip. Then it hit me – the pouch was empty! OMG! I was just robbed!
Funny how as I panicked deep inside, I still managed to care about my composure in front of my co-passengers. Haha! As I tried to casually move my hand to my lap from the phone pouch that was empty, I wondered if my co-passengers knew I was the stupid passenger who lost an important belonging to those suspicious men who just got off the jeep. I figured they were talking about the men because after all (I noticed this myself before I feel asleep), they actually exhibited weird behavior. Whether those shameless men actually declared a hold-up on the jeep (that I didn’t hear because I was sleeping) or just casually and quietly chose to victimize me because I was an easy target (like I’ve said many times already, haha, I was sleeping and I was beside them), I don’t really know anymore, haha.
So for now, I am using my mom’s old 6670. I also got a new SIM programmed with my old number. I’ve always been a sentimental fool, but I think I’ve moved on from the loss. I am just thankful that I was not physically hurt or emotionally traumatized. Although I must admit that for the first few days, I would occasionally feel my right hip like I’ve always used to, only to realize once again that my phone is gone forever. Haha!
But ‘moving on’ doesn’t mean I will forget what my old N90 was to me for the past 3 years or so. It’s been my tool for communication with the people I love or consider my friends. I’ve read and written countless of passionate (and quite lengthy, haha) text messages with it, and these I will never ever forget. Too bad I wasn't able to keep a copy of all the hard-hitting quotes that I composed. Haha! It would be really great if someone will forward these quotes back to me one day, not knowing that I was the one who actually composed them.
Now the important question is. Will I get to buy a brand new phone or will I get stuck with this old 6670 that I am using right now? Hehe!
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