I am cursing the damn idiot who stole my phone...
At first I was rather depressed, what with my parents scolding and all...
And later...
my parents seriously dote on me a lot (a bit too much I would say). My dad even wants to buy the latest phone model for me claiming that it's the last phone he will ever buy for me. (Did I mention that the last time he bought my N6170 and the N7250i, he also said the same thing?)
But I was feeling extremely guilty and traumatised for losing my phone again. The first phone I lost was only 3 months old... this time round it is only 6 months plus old! Damn it.
I am so not fated with good phones can!
And I wonder how that person unzipped my bag w/o me knowing. This is extremely DISGUSTING.
Anyway, I've made a police report. If you asshole of a bitch ever sell my phone. You are so so DEAD. Get it? DEAD.
The police officer was really friendly (flirty). We managed to chat a lot. The other human sitting beside him looks damn fierce though.
I looked him up on friendster, and found him (unique eyebrows) easy to remember.
Found out that he's only 22. No wonder he was so fascinated when he saw the year I was born in. We are only 4 years apart. His contacts only got 4 guys. The rest are chio bus. Now I understand why he is extremely chatty and FrienDly... Haha.
