Thursday, November 11, 2004
At least things were going on well yesterday when i went out with my bez buddiez, Fad and Hanizah. We went to Geylang for the whole day from morning, but was back at home a few minutes before the breaking of fast. We had a superb time, catching up with each other on different sorts of news. Apparently, each one of us has different kinds of problems, and that was the bez coz we gav each other pointers n lessons.
And today, i had another tiring and endless round at Geylang, this time with my parents. They need manpower [oh no, lets say its womanpower] to bring all those stuff to cook for Hari Raya. They bought all kinds of food species and vegetable species and crackers and etc etc etc. And obviously its Deepavali today. A public holiday. Wat do u expect? The market is full, packed, tight, airless, n stuffy. And a tragedy had to happen to me. I lost my hanphone.
Yea. No, no. I'm not typing wrongly. Really, that SIM card of mine that ive hold onto for 4 years is now gone. Gone forever. Actually its my mistake. Stupid Fara actually put her handphone in the front pocket of her sling bag. And she went into the market, following her father in pursuit of some packets of onions and red chillies. She went to stand on one side of the pathway, among the seas of human beings. And when she tried reachin for her phone to call her bro [who has been waiting for 2 hrs in the car, helplessly doing some sch revision], she noticed it was gone.
I muz congratulate that pickpocketer aka poncepet. I didnt even feel anything. It was gone within minutes. The next instant, i grabbed my dad's hp and called mine. The idiot is clever. My handphone was switched off.
"Aku sumpah biar orang yg amik talipon aku tu jadi pekak..."
Hahah. No la. Really...Dah takde rezeki, nak buat mcm mane? Not my fate to hav tat phone anymore. Actually i don care bout the phone itself. Its not an expensive one. Juz a pathetic Nokia 2100. But still its money. I bought it from my own savings. My own money. I top up my prepaid card using my money. Everytime. My phone stuff are all settled by myself. Unlike most ppl my age, its not my momma's or daddy's responsibilty to pay for it. So in a way, thers no screamings and shoutings from my parents. Coz its not their money. They don lose anything. But the screamings n shoutings come from me. Me. Me. Me. Me. *runs madly*
Wat i definitely care is the phone numbers in it. And my frens' addresses. Shoots mann. Heck, i don even memorize Fad's and Han's hp number. My sec frens. All the malay cohort. My new poly frens. My religous class frens. My PPIS frens. My teachers. Gosh. I hate this. Im broke, and i cant buy a new one now. Helpppp!
The only gd thing is the orangy-black Punjabi Suit my mom bought as a belated bday present. Hanizah and i were arguing yesterday on who should buy tat suit. Juz minutes b4 my hp was stolen, i juz smsed Han boasting n telling her of my new posession. Serves me rite.
Im gonna email my frens to ask them to send me their hp numbers. Its gonna be Hari Raya soon, and now i don hav a single one of my frens' number. Tat bad huh?
A lesson to be learnt. Keep ur handphones tight in your bag. And don put it in those small compartments in the front. Never.
This is very bad. Its my first encounter losing my precious thing. Its scary mann. These things never happened to me b4. Im still in shock. And still recovering...
Bad luck huh? -_-
