Don't mean to always be so emo on my blog but... MY PHONE GOT STOLEN!
Hms, was with dar at Macs doing some work while he studied for his MSTs. Smsed my grp members then left the phone on the table in case they replied, i'd know. Then after some time, I went to the toilet. And when I came back looking for moi phone, voila! 'tis gOne. Vamoozed.
When I called, the phone was already switched off. So yeps, it's definitely stolen. The whole mystery of it being how it got stolen under both of our noses.
Feeling pretty anguished about it since it's damn new; only a couple of months' old and I took wondrous care of that phone. Not to mention the photos and contact numbers that I didn't backup.
I know I have a track record for losing things, the most recent being my red organiser which mysteriously appeared in sch in a classroom I never brought it to before =X. And also my gigantic pencilbox with my thumbdrive and my much-valued stationery.
And I am fucking pissed not because I lost my phone, BUT BECAUSE IT GOT FREAKING STOLEN. I am an honest girl; I don't steal, I don't cheat. Why is Karma doing this to me?
So reminds me of just a year ago, when my wallet got STOLEN at a chalet. This year is has to be my handphone. Thanks man. Next year, as dar says, I'll lose myself.
Sorry, Blame It On Me
Even though the blame's on you
I'll take that blame from you
And you can put that blame on me
Fuck it. I should just wear rags to sch and disguise my Macbook as a tattered third-hand piece of shit, mangle my MP3 player, disfigure my DS and use a Nokia 3310 so that none of my stuffs get stolen ever again.
To the despicable bastard scoundrels who ever stole my stuffs, hope you lose stuffs that are a gazillion times more important and may you be anguished for all your eternal infernal lives.
