Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.
My wallet got stolen this morning. :(
As usual, I was running late this morning. Funny how a guy like me who lives practically a jeepney ride away from Uni ends up being late for his classes. I left my phone at home, and I only realized it when I was already outside the village. I had to walk all the way back home just to get my phone. Then, when I was already riding through Tandang Sora to Commonwealth Highway, that rude jeepney driver made me step down his almost-torn-down jeepney because I gave him a crisp P200-bill instead of loose change. Good thing the gasoline station people near where I got down were nice enough to had my P200 replaced with ten-peso coins. Early morning shitness, to put it bluntly.
Anyway, after this long stretch of traffic along Commonwealth Highway, I casually alighted the MRT-bound jeep at Philcoa. I never expected that the traffic would happen everyday, thanks to the Ayala SciTech Park being constructed beside Petron. It was convenient for me to ride up and down public transpo these past few days because I'm using a backpack -- my messenger bag's strap snapped when I arrived home the other night haha.
So there I was, walking atop Commonwealth Avenue at around 8:30am. I wore my backpack comfortably behind me. It was quite heavy, because I brought three sets of lecture slides and reading supplements, plus a thick English book (and not to mention some vanity stuff, my wallet and my phone). I got down the overpass, walked past the windows of McDo-Philcoa, and rode the jeep inbound to UP grounds. I was about to pay Manong Driver my fare when I saw that the front pocket of my bag was open! Rummaging through the front pocket (which wasn't really that big), I noticed that my wallet was missing!
I had a lot of first times, and just like every first time, it's a stigmatic experience. It was as if all my thoughts were sucked out of my mind for the whole jeepney trip. I even forgot to pay Manong Driver my fare huhu sorry Manong Driver. I wasn't really worried about my baon, since I don't have any breaks on Fridays. And I won't wallow over a hundred pesos ano! Good thing I had my pamasahe placed in a separate coin purse, so I still had little money left. What made me anxious were the ATM cards and the pictures. And my Pisay Fourth Year ID!! :( I texted my mom (who thankfully saved the nagging 'til I got home an hour ago) about having the ATMs blocked. My dad also called me about the affidavit thingys. One weird thing though (but I'm extremely thankful for), was that my cellphone was in that same front pocket where my wallet was. And my phone wasn't stolen.
Oblivion, depression. I wasn't really in the mood for schooling this morning, so I skipped all my morning classes and spent my time at the Circuit tambayan. I was extremely down, I even had the guts to miss the class under the Engineering Dean. My orgmates were really sympathetic of me, although they sounded as if it was an everyday thing to have your wallet stolen from the front pocket of your bag. They were quite comforting, despite how traumatic that first time was for me. I just left the tambayan when I felt I needed to go move on with my real life -- in time for my English 11 class. The heck, it took only thirty minutes because our prof wasn't in the mood for class.
Well, it was my lucky day today. Bye bye pictures. I just hope my ATMs snapped into pieces, so whoever picked the wallet up won't be able to use them. Funny how I remember talking to a friend yesterday, when I told him that I've never experienced having my stuff stolen in public places. I was asking myself at the back of my mind yesterday, "When will that time come?" Haay. Sooner than I expected pala haha.