A thousand people asked how, where and when did it happen. I've answered it so many times that I got really fed up so please stop asking me about it, I'll write everything over here. I apologise if you think I was being rude for ignoring your messages.
So I was on the LRT heading home. We missed our station so I wasn't thinking much when we hurriedly got off the lrt. Only then I realised I left my bag on the lrt. And you know how quickly the lrt leaves and it's impossible for anyone to catch up so yeah.
There goes my most beloved possession.
I've tried calling myself a thousand times and texting myself in all three languages, pleading whoever who found my phone to return it to me. I swear I would do anything to get my phone back. At first it was still reachable, so I didn't give up hope to get it back. However, as I went on calling, it went into the voice mailbox. So obviously someone took it and decided to turn off my phone so he or she can sell it off or something? I don't know.
It was a really heart breaking incident. I don't know what can I do without my phone. I lost count how long I cried. I couldn't get myself together.
I bought my phone at the end of January, it was the iPhone I've always wanted ever since smart phones got popular. It was part of my life which I can't live without. I use it as my alarm, my calculator, my music player. I use it to record things to remember in classes, it contains my timetable, my homework, my notes, everything I need. Not to mention connecting with my friends and family and everything.
Most of all, my gallery. I've been saving tons and tons of memories with my iPhone camera. I am the one who loves taking photos of everything because a picture speaks a thousand words and they last forever even if everything else changes it doesn't.
I can accept the fact that I'll have to restart all my social networking accounts since I barely remember any of my passwords very unfortunately, I can accept the fact that I lost all my notes and studies stuff because I can slowly get them back from my friends but my photos! It hit me so hard that all my photos are gone.
Okay, not all. Luckily I save my photos to my computer every once in a while. But the photos taken on the 30th was priceless. And I lost them all. I can't. I can't. I just can't.
Thank you for wishing me to be able to get my phone back. Whoever who took my phone, please, be a kind person and return it to me, I am willing to pay twice or even thrice of the original price of my phone to get it back. If you're selling it off, it certainly would not worth that much, if you're keeping it for yourself when not take my money and get a brand new one instead in fact you'll have remaining money to buy even more ok?
Sorry but I have to say that asking me to cheer up when I lose my phone is total bullshit. Try losing your phone which you've been wanting for years and finally got it for like half a year plus, a phone which contains everything you need on daily basis. In addition., on the day before your birthday. This is probably the most fucked up incident that ever occurred in my life.
Ok I didn't realise how long did I type but I guess I shall stop ranting over here.
Self pity is our worst enemy. I kept reminding myself. I'm trying my best to go on without my phone now. I shall get over it and get back on track, focus in my trials.
ps, actually besides losing my phone, everything was pretty lovely, will blog about it again soon *blows kisses*
pps, before ending my blog post i would like to wish Malaysia HAPPY 57TH BIRTHDAY! Happy National Day dear Malaysians.
ppps, yes my birthday falls on our national day :P
Lots of love,
Sheunny
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