I lost my beloved iPod in the angkot (a kind of public transport in Indonesia – a small van, sometimes even created from a seven-seater, of course not those luxury type one la)this afternoon when I was otw to work T__________T
Some damn pick pocket stole it!!!
Yea it’s kinda my fault also for putting it after using it in the public transport car, and some more my bag is the kind of zipless-tote-bag. So yea…
But still laaaa, so damn sad wei!!!!! ='(((((((((((
I cried over it, you know!
You may think “omg, losing iPod only. why need to cry?”
Eh, I tell you, my iPod is my life! It’s one of my staple things to bring every time I go out.
At first I just had the tears at the corner of my eyes. But when Mochi called after I sms-ed and told him what had happened, I cried. Not those kind of crying out loud la, I was just shed a few tears for like a minute or so. It would be a real shame if I cried as I was in the shopping mall that time (I was looking for crepe paper in the bookshops before I went to work- my biao jie’s order)
I’m saddddddddd T__________________________________________T
I don’t know whether Dad will get me a new one. PROBABLY..just PROBABLY la, I can use my mom’s iPod. See later how lor…
To my iPod stealer, hope you get gatal2 for the seven generations to come. Enjoy!!