After The Weird and Odd Incident of the Stolen Phones in the Daytime, things did not get better.  I did not have a phone for two days so I was most definitely out of reach.  Friends either called me over the landline or sent me messages on my instant messenger services (Yahoo, MSN, AIM).  It was a rough two days for me but I survived.

Then came a stupiditty of moi. I lost my condo keys yesterday morning.  I called a locksmith and had my front door opened, and searched for my keys inside -hoping against all hope that I would find them inside.  But I never found the keys. So I decided to have the locksmith change my door locks as well. I was planning on having the locks changed today, but due to recent unfortunate turn of events, I had to have them done last night.

And just when I thought the worse was over,  I found out that two of my watches were also missing.  Watches may just be watches, but I became more depressed when I remembered that one of them was my personal photo journal. My Casio Wrist Camera (16 Bit Mono, poor quality) had 97 photos I've of people, places, events, and other shiznit.  Whenever I tried to recall events in my past (since 2003), I would just scroll through the photos and I got my answers: The date and time I first met Glenn, My first day as Road Manager for Nyoy Volante and Mannos, the cute guy I saw in one of our events, photo shoots for Chalk Magazine (during my internship), my first day at the company, the day I said goodbye to my parents as I left  Davao and started a life of my own here. Flashbacks. 

I've never really cried over the incident of my lost phones and watches.  Not yet anyway.  I should. Because only then will I ever be able to completely detach myself and finally move on. I'll probably do that today.