My ugly Sony Ericsson K510i was stolen. In the LRT.By a stupid idiotic short fat ugly pak cik. I'll just call him 'pygmy' from now on.
And to add salt on the wound, I just got my phone back from the dark cave daddy hid it in. Yes, because of my kononnya 'reckless' and 'inconsiderate' action -- too much sms.
Because I convinced daddy I can't live without my personal handphone (I had to share with Brian and Damien), I got my ugly phone back. Under 1 condition, do not use more than RM 60 the next time.
What can I say? I'll try my very very best.
Seriously, I will. You can bet my ugly bag on it (why is everything ugly).An sms to Mel won't hurt, after all, it's only 5 cents. Was about to text her to tell her how happy I was to have my phone back and we can sms each other till my fingers detach themselves when I touched my pocket and...
Horror.
WHERE IS MY PHONE? WHERE IS THAT DARN UGLY PHONE?!
I began to retrace my steps back to the Hang Tuah station:
- 4 lala college students. Near me but not near enough to my phone.
- Took phone out to check time. Put phone back in pocket.
- Crowded train. Working people behind me. Impossible 'cause my hand was at my pocket.
- Weird pygmy pushed through lala college students. Took up space.
- Backed off to let pygmy get down. Pygmy didn't.
- Door opened for quite some time. Pygmy suddenly reached right hand out to shove all of us backwards. Thought pygmy wanted to take advantage.
- Kept backing off but pygmy still not satisfied.
And he looked like Homer Simpson. That pygmy.Haiz I lost my phone. Pictures of Maxie all gone *sniff*
I kinda... like that phone. 3 years it's been with me, my 15th birthday present.
*sob*
Shall get a new one tomorrow.
P/S: I'm so sorry for not replying your messages. Couldn't tell all of you that I lost my phone. Anyway I got the same number back, hopefully I'll get a phone tomorrow. ^^
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