with a slight hangover, i woke up yesterday morning severely missing my phone. i kept on wishing it was a bad dream. i would wake up to the familiar message tone. but no tone, no phone. i really did lose a phone still under a f**kng plan.
it was sheer stupidity. my shorts didnt have deep pockets. i was getting drunk. though i confined myself to one place, the bar as self-proclaimed fab bartender, i would go around from time to time, or just move bottles, etc.
i'm thinking i must have dropped it somewhere. even though there is a part of me thinking someone could have picked it from my pocket. i'm still hoping for the best, maybe one of the guests found it and will return it to me soon.
i hesitate to think that the fabcasters' party has been infiltrated by someone we could not trust. but then again, it's still my stupidity to have put the phone in that darn pocket.
so sunday morning was kind of a haze for me. i got through lunch wanting to go back to the scene, pick up some stuff i brought for the party. and when i finally got there, a vain attempt to search for my phone. which, of course, did not turn up anything.
then it was a children's party to attend in alabang. before that, some shopping for gifts in crossings dept. store. then late mass near the nano-enterprise.
i found my spirit no longer drooping because of the incident. i was actually back to being perky and just thinking of other things. it helped that a message from a new friend was straightforward: "get over it. things money could buy are replaceable." mopey me, used to wallowing, was told just get it on.
at the mass, i was already uplifted, just praying and having my private conversation with Him.
hope springs eternal. the one who found it may still want to give it back to me. but most importantly, the attitude is done and over with it.
yeah, i miss qwerty. i'm back to a typical keyboard. but i've gained some more control over my emotion. so i've gained something, too.
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