EASTWOOD IS NOT SAFE ANYMORE >:(

kay fine, maybe I ` m overreacting.
I just can ` t help it.

Okay last night, Clyde and I were at Eastwood. While waiting for Carisa, Georgia and Wowie, we decided to go to Power Station and play. When I found out that they were already there, we thought of playing one last game. After playing, I checked my phone for messages but

HELLO HELLO HELLO

it was gone. :|

My bag was tiny so it didn ` t really take me a while to realize that someone got it. It was stupid of me to leave my bag opened while playing. So it was pretty much my fault. Clyde called my number and someone answered it. Clyde kept asking the same questions. She got annoyed and decided to give it to me.


@-) It was a loooooooooooong conversation and basically ginago ako. Here are some examples!

Me: May plano ka bang ibalik phone ko?
Him: Oo naman! Basta magkita tayo!
Me: (I was like oshit it ` s gone na talaga :|) Okay okay makikipagkita nga ako! Saan?
Him: Ikaw?
Me: Dito sa Eastwood.
Him: E! Sayang sa pamasahe ko!
Me: O edi babayaran ko! (not really:P)
Him: Baka magsama ka ng iba. Gusto ko tayong dalawa lang.
Me: Onga tayong dalawa nga lang! (I was all like  WTH) May kasama ba ako?

*and the whole conversation just starts over*

Him: Pano ba yan ang dami kong chiks dito?
some "chiks" in the background: Ken sino ba yang kausap mo?
Me: O.o Okay wala akong pakialam sa chiks mo! Medyo cellphone ko ang habol ko. :|

After more and more minutes of us saying pretty much the same things he hung up on me. I swear, I didn ` t feel way affected when I realized that my phone was gone. It was only when "Ken" started saying things like that.

AYOKONG GINAGAGO AKO DAHIL HINDI AKO NANGGAGAGO

We went over to Carisa and them.  I called my phone again. This time it was a shorter conversation, because it ended with the guy saying that he wasn ` t really going to give it back. Go figure. I kinda realized that when I found out that my phone was missing. :| My whole night just kinda went BOOM blagadagadag plok. I just went to Bed and spent money on.. stuff.. out of depression. HAHA

I feel so bad about the fact that my phone got lost. It ` s been with me for three years and seven days exactly. I got it on May 31, 2005. Oh yes I remember. It was important for me because it was the first time I bought a phone with my own money. Money I worked hard for to earn. It was the phone that, I promised myself, would be my High School phone. It sounds materialistic to be attached to a phone, but it was what it went through. Everyone in school associated that phone with me for I was the only one in school with that phone. It felt different. I also feel bad about the stuff in my phone. The messages and the contacts, the pictures and other stuff. My phone was what organized my life. God I hope the thief deletes everything in it. I ` d rather have it lost than in the hands of people I don ` t know.

new sim, new (different) phone..

I ` m GOING TO START ALL OVER AGAIN!!! :(

Another thing I can ` t accept is the fact that of all places to lose it.. Oh come on! I lost it in EASTWOOD!!!!!!! It would be more acceptable if I lost it at the MRT or while commuting or something, but no! I lost it while I was out with friends in EASTWOOD! Hello? So is life that hard that even people in Eastwood go around stealing stuff from people? :| I just don ` t get it.


I am however thankful that nothing bad happened to us. After all, it ` s just a phone. I couldn ` t imagine if something more important than my phone was taken from me... Something like my LIFE? I am still lucky. At least now, since I wouldn ` t want my phone to be taken away from me, I ` ll be MORE careful! It was so stupid of me to assume that losing a phone was never gonna happen to me. Ha-ha. At least I learned something valuable.

PS
So for those who have my number, delete it now. Or if you want, you could send a guilt trip message! Feel free: 09154955665 =)))) As of now, I am officially phoneless. When I get a new one, well let ` s just see.