The Story of the Phone that Was Lost and Now Found, Part Two

My cheap Nokia, the one that went fell off my pocket during a commute, the gadget I thought I would never see again until someone picked it up in the FX, did the very thing it does best: go AWOL temporarily.

I knew I left my phone near the MSU Cafeteria in campus, but I still got worried. I didn't want to lose all the important contact details. I wanted to spare myself the hassle of having to ask for everyone else's numbers, posting all about my demise in Facebook or Twitter.

But God is good. Glaiza1, among of my closest friends in med school, must have picked it up somewhere, and wrote this funny note, handed to me via my roommate, Bryan Jay.

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Thanks, Glai!

1. As in, Madame Glaiza de Guzman, tiger-lady of Block Three.

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