My Sony Ericsson W980.
I freakin' hate this world!
I HATE FRIDAY the 13th!
I accidentally left my phone in the cubicle, when I was leaving the internet cafe. I was with my friend and we had snacks at a nearby bakeshop. Minutes had passed when I realized that my phone was missing. We went back to the cafe and asked the "store guy" if someone surrendered a phone to him and he said nobody did. But then he said that a guy seated as a replacement in our cubicle. The "store guy" told us that it was so surprising that the stranger left just 2 minutes after he logged-in.
I was freaking-out the whole time because it's MY PHONE and it's a very sentimental thing that I'd rather jump off the bridge than knowing that someone took it away. It's a very bad timing that today is Friday the 13th. And I thought this curse thingy wasn't true. Sheesus.
Everyone (classmates, school friends, seniors, etc.) was worried because all this time, they knew that my phone is very important to me. Mainly because it was my mom's graduation gift to me. Mom took months saving money just to get me the phone as a gift. I kept watch on that thing since it came into my hands, worried that the screen might have scratches. It's been like 7 months already. All of those effort and everything... Now, in just a matter of minutes, it vanished.
I know it's my fault but it's just so...*about to cry* Please kill me now.