stolen

So I got pick-pocketed yesterday. I’m kind of pissed off because I’m usually a lot more careful than that. I’ve been commuting in this city since I was 14 and I’ve only been pick-pocketed once and since then, I’ve been pretty good at keeping them from targeting me.

And I wish all pickpockets and thieves to lose all their fingers and go through life without being able to touch anything or grab hold of anything ever again... That's what I wish.

And I wish all pickpockets and thieves to lose all their fingers and go through life without being able to touch anything or grab hold of anything ever again… That’s what I wish.

It was strange, though, because I just had to go to Cubao to pick something up and something inside me told me not to bring my wallet. All I had to do was pick up something so I decided to just get some bills (just in case I wanted to eat something) and put it in my pocket and just bring my phone. It was drizzling and it had been raining intermittently all day so I brought my windbreaker jacket. Something just told me not to bring my wallet and I didn’t.

It was rush hour but I only had one station to go — from Santolan to Cubao — so I thought it would be okay. I could have driven but it was rush hour and the Cubao area is insane. Commuting, taking the train really, was the best option for me.

But it was rush hour and by the time the train arrived, it was packed solid. It took three trains to arrive before we could even remotely push ourselves in.

I had my phone inside my jacket pocket. My jacket pocket has zippers so it was zipped up. My bills were in my back jeans pocket and they were deep down there and it has a button so I kept it buttoned. It didn’t bulge at all. It was just a few bills.

When the fourth or fifth car came and we could finally make a push for it, the people behind pushed in and I got shoved and, when that happens, I shove back and forced them out of the car. I am an asshole like that. But you don’t force your way in if the train is full.

By the time we reached Cubao and I stepped out, I reached into my pocket to feel for my phone and I didn’t feel it. I panicked. I checked all my pockets and couldn’t find it. Then I checked my back pocket and my bills were gone. It was only then that I noticed the button for the back pocket was open and the zipper of my jacket was opened as well. It was so smooth and fast. I didn’t feel a thing.

I immediately told a police man so he could have it blottered and I pick up the thing I needed to get and went home. I called up my phone provider so I could have the phone cut and then I had to change all my passwords.

It’s just the hassle of all that work and changing my passwords. It is such a hassle.

Lucky for me, I’ve connected all my Apple products to each other on Cloud, so I didn’t lose my contacts. I activated my Find my iPhone app and had everything deleted. I’m so thankful for that app.

Right now, my hatred for humanity has gone up. Fucking pickpockets and thieves. I hate them. I really wish them ill.

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