IGME Files

Reminder to anyone who has my phone:  DON’T text or call me anymore.  MY phone just got stolen in Quiapo an hour earlier.  In my pursuit to get some bargains, this is the bait.  It hasnt sunk into me yet.  But I’m glad I got three 2004 and one 2005 NAtional Geograpic editions for a measly 35/each.  I also got a huge deal for two camera batteries. 

I am thinking how it happened.  Ahh, there’s a big guy who squeezed into his way along the store tents.  My phone was inside one of the big packets of my shoulder strapped bag.  THat could not happen that way.  If it were, the guy must be expert on stealing and must’ve been doing it for all his life — it was done in five seconds or so!! 

Up until what transpired, I’ve been really comfortable strolling in Quiapo.  BUt not for now. 

If there’s something I truly miss in my phone, it isn’t the value of it, it’s the messages of love and friendship I have kept.  Darn!!    

An Afterthought:

I still feel extremely lucky that no one harmed me.  Today, I read in the tabloids that a call-center employee was shot at close range inside an FX cab on her way to Megamall.  She’s a UP graduate; and got killed — all because of her cellphone.