About Me, Life

On Phone Calls

For future reference, I would just like to state that for me, these are the only phone calls that you are allowed not to answer:

  • from someone who’s selling something
  • from someone who’s asking to get paid

The rest of the time, especially when you recognize the number because it’s saved in your phone book, you should answer your phone because you never know. Even if the call is from an acquaintance you’re not particularly fond of, you never know if he/she will give important information that will affect the rest of your life. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

And if for example you were too busy to answer the phone call, maybe you were in an important meeting or in the shower, it’s not that difficult to send a text message to the person who called you to ask what it was about. Or if you’re one of those people who think that “If it’s important enough, then they’ll call again.” then that’s fine, too. You don’t have to send a text message. But, do try to answer the call that comes after the one you missed. It will only take you a few seconds to decide if the call is worth taking or not anyway. If it does happen to be about something you don’t want to talk about, then make an excuse to hang up. But don’t, I repeat don’t, just let your phone ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring. And ring. Because it makes me feel like a fool. I mean, it will probably make the person who’s calling you, whoever he or she may be, feel like a fool.



Today I did something I thought I would never do. I’ve mentioned before that I’m kind of a hoarder because I never throw anything away (my room is so filled with stuff, sometimes you’d have to do some acrobatics before you can open the closet). But it’s not just with physical things that I “hoard”. I also get very very attached to virtual things like digital photos, a particularly well-written blog entry, and, well, text messages.

I am so attached to some text messages in fact that I am still refusing to upgrade my SIM card (even if it’s nearly 10 years old and can’t work properly) because if I do, the text messages saved in it will disappear. And I don’t want them to disappear. Some of those text messages I’ve saved from when I first got my phone in 2001. But you know what, I can copy all those “Good Morning” quotes down so, the messages that I really didn’t want to disappear were the ones from, well, him.

It’s stupid, right? The first thing anyone ever tells you to do when you say that you want to get over someone is for you to delete that person’s number from your phone book, un-friend him from all your social networks and erase all his text messages and e-mails. But I’ve never done any of those things because I always think that no, memories are precious. Good or bad, memories are important and you shouldn’t just delete them from your life.

Well, I still believe in this, but… it can really be very poisonous when you hang on to things that can hurt you.

E has already deactivated his Facebook account (or at least, the one that I was aware of. Maybe he’s created a new one, but I don’t know about it anymore (and I shouldn’t want to know)), but his Gmail e-mail address is still the same. It’s the one he uses for work so he can’t just delete it like he did his Facebook account. Anyway, because he’s still actively using it, I still see his name pop-up in the Gmail chat box whenever he’s online. And it takes a lot of effort from me not to send him a message whenever I see his name there. But again, like his text messages, I couldn’t bring myself to “block” him because I know there’s nothing to block anyway, he will never send me a message, or delete his name from my Contacts in Gmail because, well, I know his e-mail address anyway (it’s just his full name@gmail.com, how can I forget it?) so I figured that it’s pointless to delete him from my Contacts. So for these past several weeks I’d been torturing myself, seeing his name, reading his status, and stopping myself from sending him a message. But today, his status was, “enjoying every moment”. And it just made me so sad. I mean, I know that he’s of course happy, because I’m no longer annoying him, but I just never felt more bitter about it ’til now. I just couldn’t bear to read it so I finally moused over his name on the list and clicked “Never show”.


He’s now gone from my GChat list.

For a moment, it felt really nice to not see his name and not be constantly reminded that he’s “enjoying every moment”. Of course, it’s all still in my head, but at least I didn’t have to read about it. So I finally thought, what the heck, I’ll delete all the text messages from him that are still saved in my phone. (And I’ll be able to renew my SIM card after this, too.)

There were 90 messages in all. My phone’s limit for text messages is only 200, so that means that almost half of all the messages were just from him. And now that there are no messages from him saved, I deleted his number from the Contacts List, too. (I couldn’t before, because if you delete his name, you’ll just see the phone number in the message Inbox, and that causes me to memorize the number.)

90 messages. The first one was dated November 9, 2005. Only about 3 weeks after we first met. And the last was from July 31, 2010. Can you believe I saved 5 years worth of text messages from one person? (OK, I already deleted a lot before this, of course we’ve sent more than 90 messages in the time that we’ve known each other. But I saved the ones that were funny or sweet.)

I know, this is absolutely stupid to anyone out there who isn’t heartbroken or sentimental. But for a hoarder like me, who still has the notes my friends and I passed around during classes in high school, tucked in a box under my desk, I think this is pretty big. Sort of. I mean, I finally let go of something (albeit they’re just text messages). Surely, this makes me less pathetic than before?


0915 746 2580


I’m publishing this phone number because it’s now useless. This was my best friend’s cellphone number, and I say “was” because his phone got stolen today. And guess what? I got to talk to the person who stole it.

So I sent a text message to E asking if he was busy. He replied with, “nasa byahe aqoh” which I guess should’ve been a dead giveaway, because I’ve never encountered anyone who’s used “aqoh” before, much less a close friend, so I really should’ve stopped communication then and there, but silly little me thought that maybe E was just occupied at the time and asked someone else (maybe his brother) to text for him (because that’s actually happened before). So I asked him if he was free to have dinner with me and my officemates tomorrow night. And he replied with, “okei, wat tym?”


See, here’s the thing about E. He’s so against planning and scheduling that he hardly ever agrees to invites right away. It actually takes a lot of skill (and manipulation) to get him to┬áagree to go to something, so I was expecting him to answer with┬ásomething vague like, “tignan ko muna sched ko”.┬áSaying yes to an invitation to dinner for the next day was really unlike him, so I knew something was up.

I decided to call, expecting to talk to his brother, and then just ask him to relay the message, but what greeted me was an unfamiliar voice. Still, I asked if I could talk to E and the person on the other line said, “Wala siya ‘eh.”

Puzzled, I finally asked, “Sino ‘to?”

There was no reply.

“Kaninong phone ang gamit mo?” I asked again.

And then┬áhe┬ásaid, “Ewan ko.”

I hung up right away, and then felt a little pissed (and scared).

I called E’s friend and asked if┬áanything had happened and he confirmed that E did lose his phone earlier in a jeepney.

More than because of┬áthe fact that a friend’s phone got stolen (because we know that happens everyday, and his phone is a very old model, which has a worn keypad and faulty battery,┬á so I doubt if┬áthe thief┬ácan sell it for more than P500), I’m upset because I feel so violated. There I was, texting somebody whom I thought was my friend, but┬áturns out to be a complete stranger, and a bad person at that (I’m quite sure he’s a bad person because if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be stealing phones, or talking to the people who call the phone that he’s stolen). I guess it’s my fault because I didn’t catch on right away, but I really wish that robbers had at least the decency not to make fools out of the friends of the people they stole things from. I mean, nagnakaw na nga sila, manggag*go pa sila! Wala naman akong ginawa sa kanila ‘ah! ­čśí

I know. This rant falls on deaf ears because the world never listens to what we say. “Hindi obligasyon ng mundo na protektahan ka!” Or so John Lloyd Cruz’ character says in All About Love (2006).


You robber you, enjoy my best friend’s phone with P40 load. I know you’ll get yours in the after life. And same goes to you robber who broke my window last week and stole my camera. Enjoy looking at the pictures of my happy memories, which you’ll never experience.

You’re the weak one. And you’ll never know love. Or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.” – Harry Potter to Voldemort, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007)

About Me, Music

Ring Tone / Ring Back

When I called my own cellphone to locate where it was (I left it in the car -_- forgetful me), I remembered that I have a ring back tune, and it’s Bangon by Rico Blanco. And then when I found my cellphone, it was still Rico Blanco singing, because my ring tone is the song Come Closer, also by him.

At hindi ko ‘to sinasadya ‘ah. I mean, Come Closer has been my ringtone for ages (dati pa nauso ‘yung kantang ‘yun, right?), and I only availed of the Bangon ringback recently. Ngayon ko lang na-realize na pareho pala silang kanta ni Rico Blanco. Haha. Hindi naman ako masyadong fan.

Anyway, tawagan n’yo naman ako! Promise hindi ko sasagutin ‘yung call para hindi mabawasan ‘yung load n’yo. Makinig lang kayo ‘dun sa song ­čÖé Hehehe. Hindi pa kasi pinapatugtog sa radyo ‘eh.