I’ve written bits and pieces over the past few days. My phone was stolen Wednesday night, which I think was May 8. Here’s what I’ve written since that day:

May 9…
“I lost my phone yesterday night. I was on a bus to Ayala from Crossing, and somebody slashed my right pocket and ran off with my phone. I didn’t know he did it though, because he did it so carefully that I swear I didn’t even feel it. I only found out as I was about to get off the bus. Yesterday I didn’t quite get the impact of losing my phone, even though I told a lot of people about it. I even showed them the pocket that had been slashed. I was calm and collected, and sort of thankful that I wasn’t held up, or that someone grabbed my phone while I was looking at it. I think I even prayed that the person got the phone wouldn’t feel the full karmic impact of his actions. I only started feeling the sadness earlier this evening. I was in the middle of a call when all of a sudden I felt really, really low. It wasn’t really so much that I had lost a phone, but more that I lost the only way I manage to keep in touch with my closest friends. Oh well. I hope this is just a temporary feeling.”

May 10…
“I still feel sad today. I feel sad half still over the fact that I don’t have a phone anymore, but like I mentioned before, I’m more sad over the fact that I don’t really have a way to keep in touch with my friends anymore. When I first started working the graveyard shift, the main reason I managed to eventually adjust to the loneliness is that I could text Juris, Jhona and Marie at any time. At any time that I felt like I was going crazy, I could send a message to them and they’d reply and I’d feel normal again. I can’t do that anymore. Now I have no choice but to just suck in the loneliness.”

As for today, I’m sorta OK. I still miss being able to text Juris, Jhona, and Marie. But I’m OK. I have no intentions of buying a new phone anytime soon though. I’d like to see how far I can take this phone-celibacy thing. Probably not that far.

Today was my first business day as a regular employee. What a miracle. I never thought I’d make it to 6 months, considering how I almost submitted a resignation letter three months ago. Imagine, I had already typed the resignation letter out, showed it to Karen (my Shift Leader), and was already in front of the Human Resources office ready to submit the thing. But then I backed out. So here I am, three months later, a regularized employee. Miracle of miracles. I’m going to file for vacation leave as soon as possible. I’m thinking about taking five straight days off or something.

That’s all for now. Write more later.

c”,)