I lost my Blackberry...and it's like losing a part of myself. It was hard to come to terms with the fact that I've lost it, it still is. I was in utter denial, but the realization is gradually setting in now. There is nothing I could do about it anymore than mourn for the loss. Dad doesn't know yet and I don't know how I will ever be able to tell him. I got my Blackberry this March, sort of as my birthday present. It's not even a year old yet and I so carelessly lost it, losing a part of myself with it. I am truly devastated and it's times like this that makes me question my entire existence because there is absolutely nothing I can do right. I wish, I wish there could be a miracle.
Okay, now on to the story to how I lost my Blackberry. I was at GSC Mid Valley watching New Year's Eve. I suppose during the movie I had my BB on my bag and half-way through the movie, I
I got my number back after that and bought myself a RM88 cellphone. -_-" I am like, God forbidden hipster now. Guess I am stuck with my hipster cellphone for the time being, for a long time being. I have lost the vacation mood and not even retail therapy appeals to me because I can't shop without feeling guilt-tripped. I am trying my best to think positively, convincing myself that everything does happen for a reason.
I had pictures of K and I in my Blackberry and I could never bring myself to delete 'em, I don't know why. Even though everything's said and done and we're just mere strangers now, I still keep the pictures of us. I guess losing my Blackberry is God's way or some force's way of telling me to ditch the past and have a brand new start. It's been a terribly bad year for me. Things can only get better from now on, right?
right. :)
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