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.



Thanks, Glai!

^{1. As in, Madame Glaiza de Guzman, tiger-lady of Block Three.↩}