Last night, I was standing on the corner of Quirino and Taft Avenues, right outside the Marc office, waiting for Tine and Lara, holding my cig on the left hand while texting with the right when whoa! A man probably no older than 20 tried to grab my cellphone. Everything happened so fast I cannot recount it in full detail but all I know is I was shaking as the man ran away. I looked down and saw the cellphone still in my hand. Imagine that grip!
I was so rattled I wanted to cry. On impulse, guess who I called. Him. It rang but he didn't answer. After the busy tone did I only realize that it rang. It rang. But, he didn't answer.
It was only a few minutes later did I have a grander realization. In my time of distress, I called him. He has earned my trust in a matter of two weeks, 7 dates and less than a hundred text messages. Houston, we definitely have a problem.
Epilogue: Had that man taken my cellphone, I would've died on the spot. My cell is my life! Call me materialistic or such but well, emphatize! This is my 4th cell already! I guess I was lucky this time. Very lucky. Lucky me.
*.* as if! @ 12:12:00 PM • • RBJ
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