Pinoy in Singapore

Yesterday was my 10th year anniversary with Mr. Tsiken but instead of celebrating, we were a little depressed because Mr. Tsiken lost his wallet.  In it was 2 credit cards, his driver’s license, employment pass and S$300.00. 

We didn’t really know what to do, so after much research and asking around, we were advised to file a police report for the lost wallet.  The last thing we’d want is an escaped terrorist getting his hands on Mr. Tsiken’s identification and renting out get away cars in his name.  So we went to the police station nearest us and filed the report. 

The police officers there reminded me of my idea of a police officer when I was in pre-school.  I’m not really sure if it was school or it was Sesame Street that taught me that if I got lost, I should approach the policeman and tell him I’m lost.  But as I grew older, the few times that I went to a police station in Manila painted a different kind of police man -somebody who scares me instead of making me feel secure.  I’m sure there are still the friendly policeman types in the Philippines.  I just wish there were more of them. 

I’ve lost my wallet in our building before and didn’t even know I lost it until someone rang our doorbell and when I opened the door, a person was holding my wallet and asking me if it was mine.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the same thing will happen for Mr. Tsiken’s wallet. 

I’m calling on the power of “The Secret” and putting positive vibes out into the universe that Mr. Tsiken’s wallet will find it’s way back to his pocket.