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Sunday, October 10, 2004
After today's scuffle with a bloody drug addict/drunkard/smoker/loser/bastard, I just realised how precious my phone is to me. I wasn't afraid when this guy pestered me, wasn't really that scared when he started hollering in hokkien, or when he wanted money.. I don't know why I was so foolish to lend him my phone in the first place. But when he took off with it, tentacles of terror gripped my heart.. I swear I lost any rationality, never stopping to think that he could turn violent, or produce some weapon... I just ran after him, confronted him and started wrestling my belonging back from him. Luckily, just as it was about to turn ugly, a couple at the bus stop came to my aid, and that loser ran off. I believe that if I wasn't overwelmed by relief, I would have given chase... Seriously, I've lost all faith in human nature.
I didn't really fear the loss of money, nor the embarassment that might follow. It was the messages and the sentimental value which I couldn't let go.. Dammit, I'm a softie... smses from a girl also can't let go =/. Seriously I wondered what would happen if I lost them.. maybe lose all fighting spirit for A levels. Whenever I feel down or dead, a glance through them brings back memories of my first step, and how everything seemed so wonderful then.. when I was so happy; when I felt that life was worth living for... And yea, my phone is unique, the only white light 8250 phone I've seen so far. It's been with me through my darkest days, my happiest moments, always there when I needed it.. Anyone wondering why I don't bother to change phone? Damn that loser; I'm still shaking over the possibility...
Lesson learnt: never seat alone on top of an empty 74. And never NEVER lend any stranger any personal belongings.
A thousand curses on that ungrateful faggot.. I miss my 4 dollars =(
_'Jx]- faded at 8:08 PM
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