The exact minute I walked away from the drink stall, along with my friends.
And only because I chucked my iPhone in my pullover's pocket, which is pretty shallow. (So it's easier for them too)
It's partly my fault because I'm negligent.
But what really made my heart ache, my blood boil is that... I actually felt the thief slipping his hand into my pocket and taking it out. LIKE SUM PA A MILLION TIMES.
My dad calls it a lesson in life, because I've never gotten my phone stolen, even back in Singapore.
But isn't it painful!?!??!?!?!
Plus I was having a uber crappy day.
I really think I'm overstressed by............ let's just say, I don't know.
Or it's just not very easy to actually word it.
Goodbye for now.
Until I get another iPhone in replacement.
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