I was pretty busy with life and everything.
Most of the time, my blog contains thoughts, whether sentimental or just feelings, I would put them in a very polite and sensitive way as to avoid hurting any one's feelings.
Yes, I am very considerate and co-operative. (MOST OF THE TIME)
This time, I won't hide a single thing.
Now I'm living in a shitty hostel with 2 other housemates, well let's just say I'm not very fond of this kind of people. Before coming home, I stayed there for 2 weeks straight.. and JUST BEFORE COMING HOME,
I realised some random fucker took my wallet!
On Thursday night which is on the 24th of Feb, I still clearly remember I had my wallet with me. IN MY ROOM, ON MY DAMN TABLE after going out for dinner.
It was quite a long day for me, was extremely exhausted so I dosed off while lying on my bed listening to Yiruma. I'm grateful I didn't turn off the alarm that morning as I slept like a log until Friday morning.
All hell broke loose when I woke up, I realised I haven't organised my bag, my clothes everything! I hastily shoved the books in my bag, took a shower, dressed up and left for college.
And it was until I reached college that I realised I forgot to bring my wallet. My heart dropped but the thought of me having my wallet on the table did not make me so anxious. So I went about college having the left over bread ( they're still in packets, so the bread won't go bad so easily ) I normally put in my bag.
I was in college from 7.40 am- 4.15 pm until my parents fetched me from college back to my hostel.
When I went back to my hostel, I did some cleaning up, for laundry etc. etc. and then I realised something missing. Yes, it's obvious my wallet wasn't there. You can call me disorganised, untidy or whatever the fuck you wanna call me. But I WILL NOT LOSE MY WALLET. I had a three week supply of cash, a credit card, and other privilege cards, I even had a 10 Ringgit heart shaped origami which has adorned my wallet for the past 4 years, so it is valuable to me. IT WAS.
Imagine how I felt when I couldn't find it. The first thing that flashed through my mind? Flashes of me still holding my wallet. Yes, I was very sure I had my wallet in my room, and my room door was LOCKED.
I pictured myself walking out of my unit towards the lift, down to the ground floor, to the side door and to the shuttle. Sounds quite a distance ay? But actually it's not. So, how could it be that I myself did not realise my wallet dropping out of my pants? I wasn't listening to the iPod, I wasn't running, I didn't hear a thud which indicated that the wallet slipped out of my pants' pocket.
But after talking to mom and dad, reasoning and everything I actually considered myself accidentally dropping it somewhere. ( Even though it was close to impossible )
I search my room frantically, but to no avail.
I was nauseous due to my hunger and the heat radiated from the source of light and heat of our solar system. -.-
The feeling inside was so sickening it made me feel faint. I was disappointed with myself and hungry at the same time. Sounds like the perfect recipe to cook up an angry lady right? I wasn't angry, I was just in rage =)
I made a call to the management to inform them that my wallet was lost. And barred the credit card.
I didn't expect much because all I knew at that point of time was that my wallet is gone.
We drove back to BM, went to BandaPerda Police station. Fuckers were talking more than working, I even heard them talking about Facebook?!? like wtf? We tax payers PAY YOU TO WORK, and you waste time talking about Facebook and listening to songs, there were like 4 stations and only 1 is functioning? The reason? Network is down. OK FINE, network down? Do you think I'm stupid? Do you NEED the Internet connection to type a fucking report? Brainless bitches.
My parents were displeased with their service and working attitude, "tunggu sampai boleh gunalah" which means 'wait for it until the network is fixed' in malay. We stood up and left. Well of course, with me cursing everything in my way. I felt like slamming their faces into the freaking huge ass monitor. Ask us to wait while you talk about everything except what you're paid to do? Go fuck yourselves, cheeeeeeebyeeeee.
I'll just skip the minor parts like how I almost couldn't walk because I lack heaps of energy, I felt disabled, and how I ravenously gobbled down my dinner, fetched my dear sister to tuition and stuff like that.
THEN I went to MachangBubok police station, it wasn't as grand as the previous one. But all I can say is, the policewoman was quite efficient, QUITE. Took 50 minutes to 1 hour of my time to finish the report. Well at least all she did was work. Our country seriously need more people like her. Really, no joke. I would be glad to pay my taxes if these people really do their job WELL.
So by the time I finished doing the report and everything, I've already lost hope in finding my wallet back.
Though I was still very doubtful I dropped it.
I even wrote on FB : Stealing is a very despicable act, whoever you are, fuck you.
See? I even had a hunch shortly after the incident that someone went into my room and took it. But I'm not mentioning names.
I was facebooking and on skype with Dy when a housemate of mine facebook-chat me, asking me if I found my wallet or not, you dumb fuck how could I find my wallet back here when I 'lost' my wallet in that unit?
Anyway, I just didn't feel the sincerity AT ALL, who 'cheers' someone up by saying hey I lost my Rm 10 the night before as well. Like the fuck I care? What are you trying to tell me? That there's a fucking ghost in the unit that goes around taking money and wallets? And don't try to tell me like you're accusing me. Who in the damn world are you kidding? I don't need to do something so low. I'm Mildred Wong. I don't even want to step into your filthy room. You people disgust me. =)
So, a miracle happened like 45 minutes later like 11.30 pm, another housemate of mine called me, saying: Mildred, I've got good news for you! The morning-shift guard found your wallet somewhere and passed your wallet to the night-shift guard while she passed your wallet to me while I was hanging my clothes for drying.
I didn't say much, but I did ask where they found it, they said it was found downstairs aka the ground floor. And just a sarcastic thank you.
I am mean right? Hold your thoughts.
Why did I use sarcasm? WHY?
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Comment me why you think I used sarcasm.
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