[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
For the past 2+ hours, I have been telling my tragic story.
My Fujitsu laptop, my handphone and my wallet, were all stolen.
S-T-O-L-E-N.
It was just a harmless bath, no more than 20 min (I swear this is already one of my faster baths... i can clock up to 30 min per session!); but when I came back smelling sweet and feeling fresh, a silent fear gripped and there was a smell of foul play - my most prized possessions , as mentioned above, were taken from my room.
FYI: For those who usually don't lock their room doors when they head out for a bath or something, PLEASE take mine as a lesson and always LOCK your doors when you leave the room!
The evening wasn't supposed to end this way.
I was just out with a couple of my good friends to celebrate my birthday.
Why?
In the midst of the chaos, the numerous 'what-if's and the countless 'now how's, I admit that for once, I got scared and panicky and let my emotions get the better of me. I broke down when I called my mum to tell her what had happened.
But I realise that it's no use crying over something that I have completely no control over.
That's how life is, isn't it? We do the things in exactly the way we want, we make demands, we make sacrifices, but at the end of the day, we may just lose everything we've worked so hard for.
Okay, in my case, I may not have worked hard for the money to buy my laptop and handphone, but I have painstakingly accumulated my contacts in my phone, my work and documents, my pictures and songs etc. in my laptop. Can you say that it's not already become a part of who I am?
Indeed, these are just secular possessions that will not follow me to my grave (i sound so serious now, but hell, this IS serious!), but the thought of losing the memories, my little efforts, within seconds, because of someone's selfish act, causes me so much anguish and helplessness, I can only pray for divine intervention now.
I don't blame the person for doing what he did.
I feel sorry for him -that he had to resort to such petty crime to satisfy his superficial desires to fill his empty and hollow life. That he had to creep around in the dark to wait for the chance to gain my belongings, not knowing that in the process, he's lost the most priceless and valuable: righteousness and integrity.
All is not over. I have to get pass this. Even more so because my exams are so near.
However, if my dear friends feel bad and sorry for me, please do not hesitate to donate to my "Help Restore J" fund. Your generosity will be deeply appreciated.
If it's not within your means to provide monetary aid, at least do pray for me, that I will get back my important documents - so as to save the hassle of having to get them replaced.
Lastly, a big thank you to all my friends who have expressed concern and those who have helped me in the little things like asking around for witnesses and lending me stuff.
Especially Mokkie! (So sorry to have disrupted your studying)
And thank you to the police officer, Tommi, who took down my statement at the station. It was definitely a bonus to make the trip down. He was not only helpful, he is DARN good-looking. Ahem. At least a little something on top of the unlucky string of events to cheer me up :P
[Time of Confession] 2:34 AM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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