November 1, 2010
I'm going to write about the incident that happened to me the day before my birthday which, how the title suggests, won't be very nice. I also want it to be immortalized as protest to fate. Hah.
Well it started really normal actually. It was a happy, fine All Saints' Day for me. Kinna Mae arrived at 6AM after a 6-hour ride from the surfing capital of Northern Luzon, San Juan, La Union. But she was to leave for Guiuan anyway because it was Tita Annaliz's birthday, apparently. Sad I didn't get to go home. That was the very first misfortune for the day.
I had the intention of going to Faura in Robinson's Manila to meet up with Kristine and April, two of my closest friends during high school. I was about to treat them food and movies that day as an advanced celebration for my birthday. Kristine and I decided to meet in Quiapo because I honestly didn't know how to go to Robinsons Manila
. It was the chosen location because April was there with her sister Ate Maila, brother-in-law and her cute little nephew, Biyok. April can't be anywhere else, strict ang ate niya
When the three of us finally met, we did what typical mallers
do in the seemingly huge and confusing mall (I honestly didn't think Robinsons malls had huge branches or whatever you may call them, and this one was a total maze).
We then went to this very lovely and enticing food establishment and when I was about to pay, I noticed that my wallet wasn't in my bag anymore. Even if I knew I always put it there, I didn't panic (well I don't usually panic unless it's like a deadline for some extremely important college paper which, by the way, I am done all the way! *cheers*) and just asked Kristine to help me out find it. To my consternating dismay, it was, unfortunately really missing in action which, by the way, was a very important situation for my wallet's presence! We even went back to the supermarket to look for it there because it was the last place where we bought something. However, I suddenly remembered I only tucked out a bill from my pocket and not from my wallet. Sad. Imagine my disappointment.
After some moment of recollection (whatever, it sounds good for a write-up), it then went back to me that there was a 99% possibility that I lost it when I was on my way to bustling Quiapo. While I was inside the taxi, I held out my phone because I was busy texting Kristine, at the same time my iPod was out. Perhaps when I got money from my wallet and handed it to the driver, I didn't notice it fell due to my busy self trying to keep the gadgets. Oh mercy, how gadgets can put you in trouble sometimes. What made me feel very upset was because all of my freaking cards were there and it's a huge hassle getting that ultimately hassle-inducing affidavit of loss (which I have no idea how to get!) and not to mention dealing with 4 banks! Well the money was a waste too. Not to mention again, that the wallet was newly fed with bills which I think was enough to buy me 3 pairs of authentic Lacoste shoes, or 2 Zara leather jackets, or 12 pairs of Havaianas, or a very techy Carl Zeiss phone. Sad squared.
Despite that wonderful event, I still had the mood to watch Paranormal activity 2. Of course it was them who paid for all my expenses that day. Blessing in disguise? No. More like charitable act in their part. Happy but sad.
When we were about to call it a day, I asked them if they could go home with me because I would be very lonely in the condo. Drama. I could've spent the minutes as I turned 21 ALONE. Good thing they went with me or else I would've weeped my birthday away. Hah.
The weird thing was, I was with a different person the exact moment I turned a year older. It was Hannah, my very diligent, well-bred, proper, smart, and really kind friend from Bulacan who is coincidentally a daughter of my dad's barkada
from college. You may be wondering why I was with her. Well that's because she went all the way to the condo so she could talk to me about something confidential. Since she badly needed somebody to speak with, I gladly agreed even if I was only wearing some cute boy pambahay
when I met her at the concierge (and there, my concierge personnel crush lies). While we were talking and walking down Escriva Drive, she found out it was my birthday and exclaimed to have a meal with me at the nearby Yellow Cab - her treat. She also withdrew a thousand pesos just so she can give me money when I told her my bad news. Thank you so much.
When I went back to the unit, Kristine and April were already snoring but the movie One Missed Call was still running.
I've learned a lot of lessons just that day. First, we should never ride public transportations. Hah. No, I mean we should always be attentive to our things. Especially when you will be essentially needing them! Second, when something gets lost, learn to accept it immediately. Now, if you have been very careful with your things but it still got lost, well then it's already your stupidity. I kid. Perhaps it's really meant to go. Don't be fussy over things that's meant to happen. You can't fight with fate. It's too strong for people to handle. Next, hmm. Well I guess that was it. Not a lot after all ei? :)
The next day, Tita Bliss fetched me at Millenia. I celebrated my birthday with the Filinvest people over pizzas and other traditional birthday tummy treats, courtesy of Tita Bliss. Why, my debut was indeed very special.