561765.jpgAs most of my Twitter followers know, I lost my precious wallet the night I went home from the Trinoma Bloggers’ Food Tour. Of course the apparent conclusion that the heavens have smitten me because of being such a glutton during the tour rang up. But no matter how I looked at it, I could not hide the frustration and, quite pathetically, the pain that something so precious to me got lost.

I don’t quite know what happened. I may have dropped it in the jeepney on the way home. It may have slipped out of my jeans’ back pocket. Somebody may have stolen it. I don’t know. What I do know is that it’s gone.

Of course, had this been any other precious thing, I wouldn’t sound this pathetic. It didn’t have that much money in it, just enough to make me survive for a day or two. It wasn’t such an expensive wallet either, it’s just a Girbaud synthetic leather wallet given to me by a dear friend around three or four years ago.

But, just like what I always say whenever people ask me how much money was in the wallet, I retort that I don’t care much about the money, because the wallet contained, of all things, limpak-limpak at milyon-milyong alaala. Yep. Tons of memories in that wallet, and because I’m a sentimental person I mourn for the loss of a precious little companion that has been with me throughout the years. Here’s a rundown of what was inside the wallet when it got lost:

  • Around 200 pesos, the remainder of my allowance for the week. I had to beg money from mom just so I could survive the latter part of the week.

  • Tons of used bus tickets, useful for… hmmm… I don’t think it’s proper to say it here, basta, it’s useful. Hehe. I hope you know what I mean.

  • Receipts and souvenirs from memorable places I’ve been to. Little paper cards, calling cards, thank-you notes, etc.

  • Stampita of the Divine Mercy, which I’ve kept there since I got the wallet on my birthday.

  • My Don Bosco Alumni Card, which was expired anyway, but I chose to keep it because it was the only ID which I have a decent ID picture on. Everything else was crap.

  • My broken, dilapidated UP ID, which I still keep in spite of having a new ID card made about a year ago. The damn thing split in two but I just couldn’t separate from it just for the fact that it was my first UP ID and it had all those semester stickers on it. Plus I looked fat in that pic, which I use to contrast with my current weight. Hehehe. PLUS it’s useful whenever I forget to bring my functional UP ID, hehehe.
  • My High School Grad Pic, which, despite its hideousness, I chose to keep because it was, after all, my High School Grad Pic. Lots of other grad pics of friends were there too, and it was sad because some of them had little notes in the back. Now lost forever.

  • Stampitas of St. Dominic Savio and St. John Bosco which have been there since, like, forever.

  • The second-to-the-last most precious thing in there: my UnionBank EON Card, which was very useful whenever I needed cash during emergencies. Don’t worry, I already reported the lost card to UnionBank. The bummer part is that I have to get a replacement one. At least now I know what to do when my card gets lost again or, I hope not, stolen.

  • And the most precious thing in my lost wallet: my autographed Kitchie Nadal laminated picture. Yeah, I know, it’s so mababaw but I’ll have you know that once upon a time I was a die-hard Kitchie Nadal fan and I had that picture autographed–and laminated–even before Kitchie shot to fame. I kept it in that wallet since then, and I would proudly show it to anyone who gave a freaking damn. Now it’s lost. Forever.

Sigh. I wish it was just some other stuff of mine that got lost. I wish it was just my cellphone, which has been with me for more than three years already, and is desperately crying out for retirement. Or my keys, which can easily be replaced. Or a notebook, or a book, or my bag, for crying out loud. That wallet had so many memories in it, plus the fact that it was the first-ever wallet that lasted that long with me, plus the fact that it was a gift from a friend. It’s just all so much to bear that the next day, I was on a different mood and a different high, telling everybody I’m having ADHD. Then IA broke it to me:

“Yung wallet mo yun, JM. Yun yun eh.”

Ouch. It pierced right in the center of my heart. I never knew words could be so accurate and precise. That was it. Shet. I hope you don’t think I’m very shallow for mourning over a simple wallet which can easily be replaced anyway. Because some things are not as simple as they seem.

Four things I learned from this experience:

  1. I need a new wallet. And fast. (money inside the wallet optional but preferred. hehe)

  2. I need to put a calling card in that wallet. So that if it gets lost, it can somehow find its way back to me.

  3. I need to make a calling card. And fast.

  4. And oh, yeah, I learned to be more careful next time. Sry bout that. Hehe.

Still there? If you are, care to give me a new wallet? =D (Here’s me secretly wishing the wallet got lost before Christmas so people wouldn’t have had a hard time thinking of what present to give me. Hahahaha)

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6 Responses to “The Synthetic Leather Wallet”
  1. Baklang AJ says:

    ako rin gusto ko ng bagong wallet kase marami akong luma puro pangit. pag may nagbigay sayo pakisabihan naman gusto ko rin.

    teka, nandun ba sa wallet mo yung calling card ko? weheheh

  2. JM says:

    Hmmm… I can’t remember. But I had several bloggers’ calling cards in there. I don’t know if yours was there, since you were the first-ever blogger to give me one, and I think the earlier ones I transferred to a leather-case of a notebook. Haha. I can’t remember.

    Bili na ng bagong wallet! =P

  3. Baklang AJ says:

    Hala! Sana na-transfer sa leather-case notebooK! waheheh. Meron na pala akong bagong cards, papaprint ko na lang. hehehe

  4. Neil says:

    Our condolences to your dear leather wallet. Reminds me of my leather wallet years back, too. That was my most expensive wallet to date (forgot the brand but it spelled EXPENSIVE in bold Arial Black size 30 letters). Was given to me by my late Tita but lost it on a trip to Baguio (to attend a YMCA Youth Camp). All foreign bills I collected from my relatives were there… gone forever. My classmates’ letters, some important cards, pictures, everything. Darn, I even included my complete name and address inside the wallet (which only contained 100 pesos, wow sa Baguio lang punta ko dahil walang work rin ang dad ko nun at sponsored yung trip ko). Perhaps I was really THAT careless.

    It took me a long while to move on. Like a whole year. Haha.

  5. Gian Paolo says:

    I haven’t lost a wallet yet. But when I do, I’ll be depressed like you. I’m sure I will.

    MORAL LESSON: Try not to be distracted by so much food. Haha.

  6. Daxi says:

    ako, cellphone, twice. Parehong dumulas sa bulsa ako dahil slacks sila..mababaw..madulas ang material ng cellphone..hayun..

    hehehe..the first time it happened..I was stunned.. pagbalik ng office, di ako kaagad nakapagsalita.

    The next one, sa jeep, dumulas while going to work, was parang a sign to me, too dependent on text messages at that time. But still a bit depressing..

    Oh well, all we can do is learn…God Bless!!

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