stolen phone
Rush hour, 7:30am, MRT Kamuning Station.
I was waiting til the next train stopped. My phone was in my pocket. I relied on my Levi's jean pocket cause it was deep and supposedly (for me) safe. Here comes the train and everyone turned into these deranged people vying to get inside the coach so they can finally get to work, so they start shoving each other (including me) inside. When I DID get inside, I reached down to check my messages...and realized that it wasn't there. My battered phone, with scratches and dents at the back and the corners, with scratched out silver paint on the keypad, with the vibration setting that's gone cuckoo -- GONE. Wow. Pickpockets today are amazing. They move incredibly fast. Probably much faster than Edward. Hahaha!
Anyhoo. This all happened in the ladies' coach.
It's so sad that people would go to such great heights to get some extra cash. I mean, for her to snatch that lousy piece of metal from me, she must've been desperate for extra income.
The world needs a reformation. How will we keep moving forward when people act like this?
Oh well, you can't really blame them I guess. Poverty has the capacity to drive people nuts, I tell ya. THEN AGAIN. We have a free mind. Why not use that to think of ways how to get money without having to resort to theft? Sheesh.
Maybe if it was poverty that drove her to do that, I could forgive her a bit. Unless she's a kleptomaniac. If that's the case, then I hope she gets the bad karma due unto her. An if she stole my phone for selfish reasons, I hope she knocks herself out when she gets comfortable with the 5th circle of hell. Or is it the 6th? I can't really remember.
I was waiting til the next train stopped. My phone was in my pocket. I relied on my Levi's jean pocket cause it was deep and supposedly (for me) safe. Here comes the train and everyone turned into these deranged people vying to get inside the coach so they can finally get to work, so they start shoving each other (including me) inside. When I DID get inside, I reached down to check my messages...and realized that it wasn't there. My battered phone, with scratches and dents at the back and the corners, with scratched out silver paint on the keypad, with the vibration setting that's gone cuckoo -- GONE. Wow. Pickpockets today are amazing. They move incredibly fast. Probably much faster than Edward. Hahaha!
Anyhoo. This all happened in the ladies' coach.
It's so sad that people would go to such great heights to get some extra cash. I mean, for her to snatch that lousy piece of metal from me, she must've been desperate for extra income.
The world needs a reformation. How will we keep moving forward when people act like this?
Oh well, you can't really blame them I guess. Poverty has the capacity to drive people nuts, I tell ya. THEN AGAIN. We have a free mind. Why not use that to think of ways how to get money without having to resort to theft? Sheesh.
Maybe if it was poverty that drove her to do that, I could forgive her a bit. Unless she's a kleptomaniac. If that's the case, then I hope she gets the bad karma due unto her. An if she stole my phone for selfish reasons, I hope she knocks herself out when she gets comfortable with the 5th circle of hell. Or is it the 6th? I can't really remember.