TEXT682 =Anti-Phone Theft Service
NOW they tell me I should've registered my phone! I tried registering it using my new sim since I know its IMEI and SIM numbers, but they won't accept it. They said I have to use the sim to register itself. Like hell that thief would kindly register it for me. "Mamang magnanakaw, paki text nga ito sa 682..." "paki-block na rin ha?" Riiiiiiiiiight.
Now all I could do for the moment is register my new phone. All I could do for my old phone is to hope I still have the old sim pack. Which I doubt, because I never thought of keeping them. The box is a sure goner. I used it as a gift box last Christmas(I could almost hear the National Bookstore employees saying "See? SEE? Now THAT's why we sell these nifty giftboxes!") Oooookay.
All I have is the stolen phone's IMEI(written on the receipt by the tindera), and the PIN stored in my head. Now I hope I remembered the right PIN. Because I'll be going ALL the way to Agham Road where the NTC office is. I'm supposed to bring the box and the simpack of the stolen cellphone, but all I have now is the receipt(which I'm amazed I still found) and the PIN in my head.
I plan to go later so I could be early tomorrow to go there. That means I gotta build my China portfolio before I go. I'm buying a new map for myself. I've been using dad's map since mine got lost when my sister was using it(Running from stalkers. Long story). Another Ryoga adventure...
And I also plan to buy colored markers for my latest gig: kiddie caricatures. I'm recently hired to make caricatures for kids in a Justice League-themed birthday party. I found out using felt tip markers make me finish faster.
I went with mom yesterday to Manila to visit their friends Kuya Lito and Ate Lina. Dad has been hoping for the longest time that Kuya Lito would help me find a job as an artist in China. That way we can be together and he'd be less homesick. When I'm there na, I'm supposed to figure out how to get the rest of the family in China too, because a lot of the Pinoy workers he met there are moving their families to China. Some even enrolled their Pinoy kids in Chinese Schools.
We also visited my Tita Dory after. The first thing she asked is why I didn't get to buy foam for the soundbooth anymore. I told her there was no budget to continue the project. I used the phone to call friends in Manila. Then we ate sweet and sour Fish (yep, big-a$$ fish!) and spam and orange juice and ube and instant pancit canton. We went there to visit Tito Jonji, my pogi uncle who had Bell's Palsy, but thankfully is recovering now. His ever-creative wife's latest raket is Balloon Twisting...
By the time we're ready to go home she's got one big balloon with 3 litle balloons inside, plus 2 flower twisted balloons, 2 small round balloons and a heart shaped one, too. She put curled ribbons on all of them as well as wrappings :)