Tuesday, July 11, 2006 || misery wth
- ***** apologies in advance for use of *ahem* violent language*
I got fucking robbed today.
I was walking towards a bus stop, minding my own stupid business, and suddenly a motherfuckingasshole indian ran behind me and fucking PUSHED ME and then freaking snatched my bag away from me.
I sorta fell, then screamed at the top of my lungs and held on damn tightly to my beloved bag, but the strap of my bag tore and the asshole ran off, get this, LAUGHING, with my fucking (now ex) bag. He hopped on a motorbike his friend was waiting at and they both freaking drove off.
WITH MY BAG. AND MY FUCKING IC. AND 100 BUCKS. AND MY PHONE. AND MY BLOODY CAMERA.
I stood there gaping in horror, sorta stunned by what happened and not really having the reality of it all sink in yet. Everybody on the stupid street were just pointing and gasping (STUPID, unhelpful people!!).
After like 2 minutes of merely standing there, I finally regained composure and .....
started bawling. =___= While cursing like HELL (i swear, I haven't cursed this much in real life for a bloody long time) on the road. I think I cursed the two fugly indians to hell and if I'm not mistaken, I'm quite sure I even cursed their mothers to hell. (Sorry!!)
I cried all the way home and I cried all the way to the police station. I cried throughout the LONG wait for my turn at the brickfields police station. I cried during my interview. I cried when my parents scolded me.
Which sort of totals up to like, 4 hours of very constructive crying. OMG WTF. I'm a crybaby wei.
See, the thing is, I AM grateful I didn't get my ass gang raped or whatever ... but my CAMERA, which I freaking bought with my own paycheck, my hard earned CAMERA, was IN THE BAG.
So like, my parents are NOT in a million years gonna even dream of buying me another camera. Which means I'd have to work and save for a new one again. And of course, there's the tulanness of having a fucking boring blog, due to my inability to post pictures anymore.
I am kinda upset about losing my beloved N-gage QD ... but a handphone is like, erm, sort of a necessity. I know my parents well enough to know that they'll help chip in a bit and get me a new phone. Or if anything, I can use up ALL of my savings to get a new one.
... But my camera. -__- Goodbye, camwhore me.
Fucklah I'm so pissed I don't even know what to write anymore. Jaclyn and Katherine came over to my place after finding out about my very unfortunate miserable incident, and when Jac and I went to dinner, three fucking people recognized me and went, "OMG you're the girl who got her bag snatched right?! DID YOU GET IT BACK OMG?"
Ah, the slight taste of fame under such pitiable circumstances. Stupid. If two indian asses ran off with my bag on a motorbike, how the hell am I supposed to even get it back? Run after the bike with my heels?
I'm SO upset now. But of course, after talking to someone who called me, I feel slightly better. :) At least!
And oh, Jaclyn got suspended for pushing her teacher cause it was err ... violence or whatever. And my other friend got fired.
... They say that bad luck comes in threes. Ah, how true.
Hello, Misery.
