pls forgive me for being overly dramatic about this. my mobile phone (an iphone4) was taken from my bag while riding the MRT. it was my first time to experience this, and i feel so violated.
while i write this, i know i should be thankful that i wasn't hurt, and like what a friend commented, there is an iphone5 coming anyway. and there's another friend who was very comforting, offering her spare phone so i would have something to use.
i don't want to use a phone for the meantime.
i still feel shaken, and it was only an hour ago when i stopped crying.
i am trying my best to recall what happened in the MRT. all i remember now was that it was insanely crowded, and women were, as usual, like amazons fighting for a spot inside the train. i didn't even exert any effort to get in, i was pushed and seemingly pulled back and forth by bodies and yes, ruthlessness. the next thing i knew i was looking for my phone so i could SMS home, and it wasn't in my bag. my zipper was left open.
i felt so cold and numb and yes, pitiful. i started to cry and was muttering aloud that my phone was missing. three girls offered to call my phone, one made an actual call but my phone was obviously turned off already.
in the next stop, i ran outside, crying, clutching my bag. still shaken, i just had so many thoughts that needed sorting ---- why didn't i just take a cab when i always did in the first place? why didn't i just hold my phone and texted away, which i always did? why? why me? why this first time?
i do not remember how i got home (thank God for that cab driver!) because i was crying, without shame, inside the taxi. i was shaking, i wanted to scream, i wanted to throw up. i wanted to stand in one corner, sulk and cry.
i got home, cried a bit, and started to fix our dinner. i was stunned, in disbelief. i was in shock. i had to be talked out of my zombie-like stare to nothingness. i shed my last tears of pain. i still feel violated but i grew up from this experience.
it does not hurt to be extra careful, and it does pay to not be too trusting.
i decided to not get a phone for the meantime. i do not know until when but i want to feel the impact of the lesson that i learned from this.
except for the recent photos of my boys in my phone, i am letting go of everything saved in that phone. i am letting go of my phone. and after i write this, i am letting go of my trauma. i am going to feel better.
after all, despite my shameless crying in public, i was able to call Globe and had my postpaid line disconnected and my iphone blocked. hopefully, no matter how genius and computer-geek the thief was, s/he won't be able to make my phone work and that comforts me bigtime. s/he does not deserve something as hard-earned as my phone was. (dusa ako ngayon, pwes, magdusa rin siya.)
while i write this, i know i should be thankful that i wasn't hurt, and like what a friend commented, there is an iphone5 coming anyway. and there's another friend who was very comforting, offering her spare phone so i would have something to use.
i don't want to use a phone for the meantime.
i still feel shaken, and it was only an hour ago when i stopped crying.
i am trying my best to recall what happened in the MRT. all i remember now was that it was insanely crowded, and women were, as usual, like amazons fighting for a spot inside the train. i didn't even exert any effort to get in, i was pushed and seemingly pulled back and forth by bodies and yes, ruthlessness. the next thing i knew i was looking for my phone so i could SMS home, and it wasn't in my bag. my zipper was left open.
i felt so cold and numb and yes, pitiful. i started to cry and was muttering aloud that my phone was missing. three girls offered to call my phone, one made an actual call but my phone was obviously turned off already.
in the next stop, i ran outside, crying, clutching my bag. still shaken, i just had so many thoughts that needed sorting ---- why didn't i just take a cab when i always did in the first place? why didn't i just hold my phone and texted away, which i always did? why? why me? why this first time?
i do not remember how i got home (thank God for that cab driver!) because i was crying, without shame, inside the taxi. i was shaking, i wanted to scream, i wanted to throw up. i wanted to stand in one corner, sulk and cry.
i got home, cried a bit, and started to fix our dinner. i was stunned, in disbelief. i was in shock. i had to be talked out of my zombie-like stare to nothingness. i shed my last tears of pain. i still feel violated but i grew up from this experience.
it does not hurt to be extra careful, and it does pay to not be too trusting.
i decided to not get a phone for the meantime. i do not know until when but i want to feel the impact of the lesson that i learned from this.
except for the recent photos of my boys in my phone, i am letting go of everything saved in that phone. i am letting go of my phone. and after i write this, i am letting go of my trauma. i am going to feel better.
after all, despite my shameless crying in public, i was able to call Globe and had my postpaid line disconnected and my iphone blocked. hopefully, no matter how genius and computer-geek the thief was, s/he won't be able to make my phone work and that comforts me bigtime. s/he does not deserve something as hard-earned as my phone was. (dusa ako ngayon, pwes, magdusa rin siya.)
1 comment:
Ay, that happened to me last year, too. The day before my birthday, while I was shopping for ingredients/food for my party. I felt so shocked and violated. I couldn't even cry. But you're right, better have someone steal a phone from your bag than a hold-up. Less traumatic di ba?
Hope you're all right.
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