Last night, instead of going to bed I snuck into the bathroom in my orange shirt that said 'Cebu, Philippines', closed the toilet bowl's lid, sat down and read For One More Day by Mitch Albom. I think I was crying towards the end. You find out why.

Jeremy broke my phone today. He literally yanked both pieces apart which were connected by a measly screw. I was angry at Jeremy for a while. He's naughty that way, he knows he's not supposed to do things like that yet he does. I felt so bad about all my contacts and pictures I got all teary.
Yes, Patricia cried over her lost contacts and pictures. She also thinks that it isn't something you can't be upset with. Patricia believes that it's okay to cry over it. Hmm, too much third-person talk.

We went to Town Center to have dinner and try to get my phone repaired. I had to leave my phone so now, I do not have my phone. My source of music during long showers. And I can't even wander off in malls because I can't contact any of my parents. Maybe I even can't live without a cellphone. Actually, it's fine to not be able to. This is the 21st century. This is the Philippines. I could give you a hundred reasons why I should have a phone at all times but let's not get to that.

Switching gear, I saw Johann Li at the mall today. He was my classmate in 1st and 3rd grade. Tall and Chinesey. I remembered him.

I had some Banana Mocha drink from Starbucks. Wala lang?

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