Pardon my french.

I lost my phone. No! I didn’t loose it. It was fucking stolen. I left my phone on my bed and went for a shower. After shower I noticed something funny about the curtain. It didn’t bother me much until…

I was about to go out when I realized that my phone was no where in sight. I tried calling my phone and it was off. There is no way battery is dead. The last time I last charged it was a day before. My guts told me that it could be stolen. And I was right.

So I went out without my handphone. But my mind was never off it. There is no fucking way I could misplaced my phone. Unsatisfied, I then called mom. I wanted her to check out the room. True enough she said that there was a tear on the mosquito net. Plus the window was pushed wide open. I was right. Someone had stolen my phone.

So what now? A broken PC and no phone. How nice?

Okay. I’m not as pissed as much as I’m supposed too. I’m pretty much calm about it. But still. This sucks!

So now I need to get a new motherboard and a new phone. What else?

I didn’t mean to whine but what would you do if you’re in my shoe? The truth is I don’t care much about the phone cause I have security lock on. But then again any Tom, Dick and Harry from any mobile phone outlet would be able to unlock it.

I hope not.

I guess this year is really not a good year for me. First it was that, then my PC and now my phone? Fuck this shit! I’m done with all this nonsense…