I’m a little bit exhausted.
To be honest, I haven’t gotten decent rest since my friend’s out-of-town wedding a couple of weekends ago. And then after a straight work-week, I spent the entire weekend exploring Davao City with my work colleagues (one of our teammates who hails from La Carlota, Negros Occidental flew to Davao last Saturday — it’s her first time in our city).
(And those are just the weekends. I haven’t even started about the in-between preps, both for the wedding and the team outing.)
But that’s a happy kind of busy. There’s another reason why I’m exhausted.
I lost my phone.
Yes, my beloved barely 4-month old Huawei Honor 4c. I’ve just ordered pretty cases and a new tempered glass screen protector for it. Come on! And my pictures from our team outing last Saturday, all gone! Good thing I was able to transfer my photos prior to Saturday, but still.
I mean, I haven’t lost a phone since 2001. I’m not even kidding. I think I’ve been too careless with my things, so this is a lesson learned.
This is what happened. After fetching Julie, my work colleague from Negros, at the airport, we had lunch at Lachi’s. Then we travelled to Eden Nature Park and went on a tour. Then we had dinner at Taklobo Restaurant at Jack’s Ridge. It’s an al fresco restaurant frequented by tourists. I was using my phone the entire time but whether I was able put it back inside my bag or not is no longer clear to me. I might have left my phone on the table when we left.
When Yuri and I rode a cab to go home, I began to look for my phone inside my bag. When I realised it’s not there, we went back to the restaurant. But no one claimed to have seen it. I’m 100% sure I didn’t drop it because, hello, it would have made a sound. I think it’s either our waiter or a fellow customer who took it, but it’s 10 pm, Yuri is sleepy and tired, and I’m exhausted.
I was really depressed going home because I thought of all the contacts, messages, files, and pictures saved there. But wallowing in misery won’t do me any good. I have zero idea where my phone was or is and I’ve come to terms that I’ll probably never get it back again.
So… to my phone, thanks for the memories. I’m still sad but I try not to be too affected because it’s just a phone. However, a hiatus will be greatly needed for a couple of reasons. First, I need to rest. I’ve spent the last couple of days jumping from one telco to another comparing plans. I’ve finally applied earlier this afternoon but the phone I requested won’t arrive until at least another week.
Second, I need a phone to take pictures and blog.
I learned important lessons from this experience and I pray I’ll never lose a phone or anything valuable again.
Huhubells.
I’ll be back soon!
