i was on my way to a seminar in ortigas. i used a different backpack because i prefer using the samsonite backpack when im bringing my laptop because its more "laptop friendly". problem with the samsonite bag is that its less secure than the europak one, the one i use daily when i go to work. the fact its less secure means i need to pay more attention to my bag more than usual. so thats one of the things occupying my attention.
since im on my way to a seminar, it means i wont be able to do office work (well, not conveniently anyway) and i have deadlines to meet. i need to submit something to an oversight government agency and a position paper for the Senate. so i have that running in my mind too while on my way to the seminar.
usually, i plug my earphones during the commute so i wont have to think about my phone getting snatched from my pocket. but on that particular morning, my mind was too busy processing stuff that i didnt feel like listening to any tunes. plus, im running late.
anyway, there i was, second in line behind a girl, hands in my pocket. lenovo cellphone in my left pocket, wallet and samsung cellphone on my right. i noticed the guy behind me when i checked how long our line was (it wasnt long) but didnt pay much attention. when the train arrived, as usual, people are pushing for positions. but the guy behind me was pushing harder than usual that i almost lost my balance. my left hand reached for the metal bar to support myself then i placed my hand again in my left pocket. that's when i realized my phone was stolen. it took only a few seconds. fuck. the train's moving already and i moved back to the train doors to block the train's doors. i announced that there's a pickpocket among the crowd but no one reacted. dammit.
upon reaching the next station, i called one of the guards and told him someone stole my phone. i tried asking him if he recognizes anyone from the group. after a few minutes, we decided to just report the incident since i cant identify anyone who snatched my phone.
thereafter, i called some friends who can help me change the passwords of my email accounts and passwords in social networking sites. cant have these accounts compromised. then i thought about my phone's SD card. do i have photos/videos that shouldnt leak? then i realized that most of my photos there are photos of women, weed and alcohol (or women and alcohol, or the girl that provides weed. or sex, drugs and alcohol because of pics of motel rooms and hotel corridors). holy crap. im a rock star.
meh. that life is gone anyway. im now reduced to that guy who's sober for months, eats mostly fish and wheat bread with a sex life of absolutely zero. at least my sexercise has been replaced with running/jogging and im now thinking of going back to the MMA gym. yeah. clean living. i dont like it but its what's good for me. gotta do whats good.
anyway, this is one of the last photos my phone took. it was supposed to be a pic depicting my way of living which is to live life close to the edge or reflect the first step in the first few lines in the walter mitty movie quote, "to see the world, things dangerous to come to". go wherever i want to go, reach for the horizon and enjoy life. the sky isnt even the limit. i guess Mustang wont be with me to continue this journey
