Earlier today (errr...yesterday) while I was doing my usual start-the-weekend-by-cleaning routine, I was reminded about what happened to me three weeks ago.
I was closing the front door as I was leaving for work when something caught my eye in the shoe rack beside our front doorstep, my Gold-slim-purple-and-teal-stripped Havaianas. The left flop was half-contained in the rack, almost touching the floor while the right flop was well-situated on the spray painted bars of the shoe rack.
I don't know why I have to do it but I took a few precious seconds to glance at my summer companion then turned away and head to the lift. It was wierd because, it's been there all along since we moved here a couple of months ago. Everytime I leave for work, that thing don't usually catch my attention.
When I came back from work that night, I noticed Yana (yeah, I give names to my fave possesions...who doesn't?! who doesn't?!) wasn't there anymore and I thought maybe Kim (one of my flatmates) borrowed it, 'oh it's fine, I seldom use it these days anyway' I thought. Days after, still no sign of Yana on the shoe rack. That's when I became concerned, 'we (me and my flatmates) usually let each other know if we borrowed or used something important from someone'...(uh-oh! semi-panic mode!) so I told Eric about it. When he asked Joyce (our flatmate, who's also the main tenant) if they had a prior experience of their footwear disappearing outside the door and it was confirmed...someone stole Yana...was Yana saying goodbye that morning? was that the last time I'll ever see 'Yana'? why do I have to stare at her that long that morning?...suddenly, the thought sinked in...
...Wha?! I just got robbed! (some serious term huh?)...in (freakin') Singapore!...(rewind!) freakin' Singapore! This was the funny part. I wasn't focused on the thought that I lost my favorite Flip Flops, my old fading stripped Yana who was my ultimate companion (after Eric of course!) the entire summer this year...argh!
Back to the thought..."I got robbed in freakin Singapore!"...Yana got stolen in Singapore. I've been living in Manila for four years and never have I experienced being stolen from. Well, almost, my k500i Sony Ericsson (Homer...don't ask why this name!). I left Homer in the common area when I was still staying in Makati Pension but it was returned to me. The person who found it just "tucked" it away for a while. The point is I got my phone back. As for Yana, it's zero chances of me finding her again which means, I am being stolen from this time.
Good thing I took photos of her during our trip, at least, I will still get to see her (photo) every once in a while. Anyway, she was prettier in the picture as when I first spotted her on its Greenbelt 5 store.
Gold Yana, you will be remembered, from where you were stolen...
Okay! I admit it, I wasn't too trusting when I was in Manila and now I am (a bit). Ironically, on our office complex, I always pass by a huge tarp hanging by the hawker market saying "Low Crime, Doesn't Mean No Crime"
..."Definitely sooo TRUE!" (a famous line from 27 Dresses)...That's a lesson for me.
Thankfully! I brought my Pink Yana inside for a cleaning weeks before, or else I could have lost both. I'd rather loose the one I bought than the one given to me. The pink one was given to me by Eric's younger brother. He really took the time to call us when he was in Brazil and ask for our foot sizes. It's not a good impression for someone finding out that you don't take care of what they give you...another lesson for me right there!.
Pink Yana, straight from a Brazilian store...
Wow! lesson(s) learned all from 2 pairs of slippers. what about that?
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