Among my friends, I thought I was one left unique. I thought I would hardly ever experience that, my friends, family and the people in this country in general already did. ‘Til that day made me feel how everyone did. Now we grieve for the same thing.

It was my first time to have my cell phone snatched away from me—from my bag for that matter.

I thought I was lucky; I was safe. After possessing such necessity for years, there came the day it was taken away from me…in a flash. Let’s face it, it’s inevitable. No matter how careful you are, more likely you are to be in a 'holdap' situation than just a snatch case.

 I admit, I was careless that day. I had put it in the pocket of my backpack instead in my pocket or anywhere else…safer, even with the idea of the probability of getting it stolen. Plus, I only realized where it was snatch away when it was already gone. And who would have expect that it was stolen in a classy mall for that instance---Gateway Mall—last Friday, in an escalator full of people, and yet no one noticed it. I can’t believe for such a mall to have ghetto-ass lowlife snatchers for customers. People nowadays are so desperate that they do bad things. Even I in the middle of crisis coupled with the fact of the lack of money, I do not resolve on bad things. The worst thing I’ve done that I could take into an account is not paying jeep fare due to I was short of money. But I don’t steal, even in the middle of great need.

I just wish that particular theft will experience hell-maximus karma, something like getting hit by a car; body dismembered but doesn’t die or lose his/her digits ala New-year style.

People think that it’s better off that he/she didn’t get hurt in the process, that it’s only a cell phone that is taken,  a consoling factor, but I actually consider it a very valuable item for it is a necessity. 

 Losing my phone is not a complete lost or waste. Besides, I want a new phone and it is defective, virus-stricken…with bad exterior…defective phone. Although it is a big loss losing the messages archived into it. I collected eye-opening quotes, wisecracks, and jokes that my friends sent me all this time.

 The tragical event didn’t take time to sink in. In fact, when I knew it was gone, I had already accepted it (cause I really want a new phone), but the feeling resides on me for I had already linked myself to it. I quite miss it because now I don’t have message to read or send. It will not be soon until I acquire a new one. I feel so bad, so bad that everything became so pointless to me, every encounter gets useless that it is annoying by the minute. The same feeling I had when I didn’t manage to land a job last summer. I took time to recover.

 It has been a stressful event that it bothers me on a daily basis. I could only wish for a family relative to suppot me and replace a new and better one.

 My parents weren’t mad (thankfully). They ended up preaching me…more gentle than the usual. But they have no assurance of replacing it anytime.

School announcements, reminders and of course communication made it a top-priority necessity, but hell, what could I do now? I worse than broke…maybe even helpless.