Mid Februarism
Wednesday, February 20, 2013 2:14:00 AM
"You were mine, you were mine, you were mine,
you were mine, you were mine, you were mine,
y o u w e r e m i n e"
3 words that started as a little whisper in my head, grew into a chant and ended as loud as the volume of the music I listen to. Which is pretty loud if I must say. But oh well........
Today, 20th February 2013, is the last day I'll be known as a freshie in Poly. My first year of Poly has finally ended yet it feels like I've just stepped into school for a week or so. Is time passing too fast or are we just getting too busy to bother about time?
This time, I really felt the pure joy of finishing my exams because I had actually put some form of minimal effort into studying and making sure I'm going into the exam hall prepared, or at least half prepared. I'm super thankful to God for bringing me through this exam period. I definitely couldn't have done it by my own strength because I'm a lazy bum.
A, L and I pre-planned to head to Swee Choon for some celebratory dim sum aka stuffing ourselves into food comas after our paper today but alas, we found out that Swee Choon closes on Tuesdays and it sucks because I was really craving for some dim sum. We ended up in town, no surprise there, and just had some simple wanton mee. I've clean forgotten how nice it is to just spend them with them and have some girl talk. It was a really good day until we were all ready to head home when I realised I've lost my phone.
Activate panic button
I tried to call my phone but it was unavailable and I knew someone must've taken it and switched it off. I started recollecting where I last saw my phone and realised I had left it at a dessert place we were last at. I decided to go look for it either way, even though it might not be there anymore. We brisked walk there only to be greeted by absolutely unhelpful employees/manager and a PPO faced woman who was at the seat we sat at previously. I tried to search around but I couldn't find anything. I just felt so helpless then so I went to a seat nearby and just sat there absolutely at loss. I called my mom to tell her what happened and I just started bawling out of no where. Yeah, I'm great at bawling when I don't know what else to do. I decided that I've lost my phone for good so I took a cab home because I was really in no mood to be taking a bus ride home with all these inconsiderate and annoying Singaporeans. I was really sad and mad at that point in time. I don't understand why someone would take another's phone. I mean like, it's a personal belonging, it has memories and sentimental value along with it, why would you selfishly rob someone else of it? If you want to sell the phone for money, I'd gladly give you cash in exchange for my phone back.
When I got home I was just so out of it, I took a tub of ice cream and watched some shows to distract myself. My mom came in to cheer me up and gave me some caneles she brought back from somewhere. Then she suddenly suggested that we go back to the dessert place again and ask about my phone again. It didn't make sense for a phone to disappear in a span of an hour when that place is mostly deserted. I was just praying as hard as I could, probably harder than I've ever prayed in recent times. I could sense God telling me to let the anger and hate go, and I was like, "Ok, I'll let it go, God bless the guy that's got my phone he has a new iPhone 5 yay love him instead show love show love no hate no hate".
When we got there, the manager suddenly said he had found the phone and promptly returned it to me. I know this is definitely a little miracle. I'm so thankful to have gotten my phone back and to have God show me that I should show more love to people even though I had instinctively cursed at first.
you were mine, you were mine, you were mine,
y o u w e r e m i n e"
3 words that started as a little whisper in my head, grew into a chant and ended as loud as the volume of the music I listen to. Which is pretty loud if I must say. But oh well........
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Today, 20th February 2013, is the last day I'll be known as a freshie in Poly. My first year of Poly has finally ended yet it feels like I've just stepped into school for a week or so. Is time passing too fast or are we just getting too busy to bother about time?
This time, I really felt the pure joy of finishing my exams because I had actually put some form of minimal effort into studying and making sure I'm going into the exam hall prepared, or at least half prepared. I'm super thankful to God for bringing me through this exam period. I definitely couldn't have done it by my own strength because I'm a lazy bum.
A, L and I pre-planned to head to Swee Choon for some celebratory dim sum aka stuffing ourselves into food comas after our paper today but alas, we found out that Swee Choon closes on Tuesdays and it sucks because I was really craving for some dim sum. We ended up in town, no surprise there, and just had some simple wanton mee. I've clean forgotten how nice it is to just spend them with them and have some girl talk. It was a really good day until we were all ready to head home when I realised I've lost my phone.
Activate panic button
I tried to call my phone but it was unavailable and I knew someone must've taken it and switched it off. I started recollecting where I last saw my phone and realised I had left it at a dessert place we were last at. I decided to go look for it either way, even though it might not be there anymore. We brisked walk there only to be greeted by absolutely unhelpful employees/manager and a PPO faced woman who was at the seat we sat at previously. I tried to search around but I couldn't find anything. I just felt so helpless then so I went to a seat nearby and just sat there absolutely at loss. I called my mom to tell her what happened and I just started bawling out of no where. Yeah, I'm great at bawling when I don't know what else to do. I decided that I've lost my phone for good so I took a cab home because I was really in no mood to be taking a bus ride home with all these inconsiderate and annoying Singaporeans. I was really sad and mad at that point in time. I don't understand why someone would take another's phone. I mean like, it's a personal belonging, it has memories and sentimental value along with it, why would you selfishly rob someone else of it? If you want to sell the phone for money, I'd gladly give you cash in exchange for my phone back.
When I got home I was just so out of it, I took a tub of ice cream and watched some shows to distract myself. My mom came in to cheer me up and gave me some caneles she brought back from somewhere. Then she suddenly suggested that we go back to the dessert place again and ask about my phone again. It didn't make sense for a phone to disappear in a span of an hour when that place is mostly deserted. I was just praying as hard as I could, probably harder than I've ever prayed in recent times. I could sense God telling me to let the anger and hate go, and I was like, "Ok, I'll let it go, God bless the guy that's got my phone he has a new iPhone 5 yay love him instead show love show love no hate no hate".
When we got there, the manager suddenly said he had found the phone and promptly returned it to me. I know this is definitely a little miracle. I'm so thankful to have gotten my phone back and to have God show me that I should show more love to people even though I had instinctively cursed at first.
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In other news, the holidays are here and this time I've concrete plans unlike other holidays. For starters, I'm flying to the States again to find my best friend because I miss her so much and I seriously need some best friend time again. That led to me finding a job at Pepperoni's because I would need some money for the trip. So that would've already taken a bulk of my holidays. I've also got a school camp this coming Sunday, which honestly, I'm not really looking forward to but we'll see how it goes. But to kickstart everything, I'm heading to the railway tracks with F tomorrow followed by Salted Caramel which I've been dying to try. I hope it's sunny tomorrow (also because I want a tan, swim and read by the pool) and that it'll be a nice time. I hope.