Fullstop
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Fullstop
As some of you might have already known,i was robbed in camp a couple of days ago.Went outfield and the bunch of people who faked their illnesses and MCs,stayed back in camp and rotted away.One of those pricks snuck into my bunk and well...basically stole every valuable possession that i had.You name it really,they're all gone.
Let's see.My iPod,handphone,two chargers,a couple of bills in my wallet and a cup of noodles.Yeah,a cup of noodles.Sure,i was in absolute shock and anger when i discovered the missing 'goods',but it soon turned into a sort of strange depression while my friends kept dwelling on the subject throughout the day.It was helpful of them to point out the possible suspects,motives and stuff like that.It was nice of them to care,but at some points i just wanted everybody to drop the topic,and move on with their lives while i move on with mine.I needed time to think,and they certainly didnt provide me with a lot of that.
Whoever did it was kind enough to leave another packet of noodles,with about twenty dollars left in the wallet.The wallet itself was still intact,but the money was gone.I guess i must say that it felt a lot worse than my sister's incident,when she left her handphone hanging on a hook at the back of a toilet door.I felt the pain,i really did.But hey,life goes on and i had to come up with a solutions: I would replace everything that i lost and improve on them.
The most heartbreaking aspect of this tragic loss were the photgraphs and messages that i had in my phone.Those were the most precious part of my possession,really.Just thinking about all the pictures that i ever took with that phone makes me want to strange whoever that stole my phone,chop him up to five pieces and hang him at fire corners of Singapore to warn the other thieves,of the possible outcomes of their actions,like what the English did to William Wallace.
So the messages are gone too,including the messages from her.I expected myself to feel real fucked up about that aspect,but i am not somehow.For some reason the fact that i am rid of her old messages is a sort of...rock off the chest kind of experience.It's like finally telling somebody that you cheated in some test,and all these years you lived with the guilt and it haunts you.
It's like a big fat fullstop to this part of the chapter.So this dot,ends this phase of my life and so i shall move on to the next chapter.How powerful this little dot can mean so much,the way punctuations dictate the structure of a sentence,or even the emotions expressed through the words.They are like amplifiers,taking the music and the sound to yet another level of emotions.
A simple robbery,just one theft,one little dot and here i am moving on to the next phase of my life.I already have a new iPod with me,a new handphone (N72!!!),and i am sure as hell am going to rebuild this kingdom of mine once more.This time,with stronger locks and anti-theft alarm systems built all around.Because your act was a test for me,and i am going to pass this test with colours flying so high you wouldnt even see them passing through the stratosphere and halfway to the moon.
It felt like spring cleaning of my mind,of all the old messages that she ever sent me.I saved a lot of them i must say,and once in a while in the silence of the night i would surf through them and go through the different memories that i had.But now that they are gone,despite the little pricking sensation in my heart,i think this is a good thing that happened to me,in a way.
Life works in funny ways i guess,and like the great MOM once said,"Any problem that involves money is not a problem".That quote got me through this whole ordeal,and i was so grateful that she was actually cool about it,saying that it was a small loss and stuff.Got to love my mother,i guess.
So here we are,at the end of the entry.What can i say,i guess there are phases of our lives that end and brand new ones start just like that.She will remain part of me still,but with the messages gone it's like plucking her limbs out from the image of her i have in my body.They slowly fade,with time and soon enough all that's going to be left is a single name.Her name,still lingering around with so many others.I shall not weep,staying as strong as ive always been through all these times.Everything starts,and everything ends.It's not going to be a complete end to her role in my life with this incident of course,but at least this is a sort of start,right?
Right?
As some of you might have already known,i was robbed in camp a couple of days ago.Went outfield and the bunch of people who faked their illnesses and MCs,stayed back in camp and rotted away.One of those pricks snuck into my bunk and well...basically stole every valuable possession that i had.You name it really,they're all gone.
Let's see.My iPod,handphone,two chargers,a couple of bills in my wallet and a cup of noodles.Yeah,a cup of noodles.Sure,i was in absolute shock and anger when i discovered the missing 'goods',but it soon turned into a sort of strange depression while my friends kept dwelling on the subject throughout the day.It was helpful of them to point out the possible suspects,motives and stuff like that.It was nice of them to care,but at some points i just wanted everybody to drop the topic,and move on with their lives while i move on with mine.I needed time to think,and they certainly didnt provide me with a lot of that.
Whoever did it was kind enough to leave another packet of noodles,with about twenty dollars left in the wallet.The wallet itself was still intact,but the money was gone.I guess i must say that it felt a lot worse than my sister's incident,when she left her handphone hanging on a hook at the back of a toilet door.I felt the pain,i really did.But hey,life goes on and i had to come up with a solutions: I would replace everything that i lost and improve on them.
The most heartbreaking aspect of this tragic loss were the photgraphs and messages that i had in my phone.Those were the most precious part of my possession,really.Just thinking about all the pictures that i ever took with that phone makes me want to strange whoever that stole my phone,chop him up to five pieces and hang him at fire corners of Singapore to warn the other thieves,of the possible outcomes of their actions,like what the English did to William Wallace.
So the messages are gone too,including the messages from her.I expected myself to feel real fucked up about that aspect,but i am not somehow.For some reason the fact that i am rid of her old messages is a sort of...rock off the chest kind of experience.It's like finally telling somebody that you cheated in some test,and all these years you lived with the guilt and it haunts you.
It's like a big fat fullstop to this part of the chapter.So this dot,ends this phase of my life and so i shall move on to the next chapter.How powerful this little dot can mean so much,the way punctuations dictate the structure of a sentence,or even the emotions expressed through the words.They are like amplifiers,taking the music and the sound to yet another level of emotions.
A simple robbery,just one theft,one little dot and here i am moving on to the next phase of my life.I already have a new iPod with me,a new handphone (N72!!!),and i am sure as hell am going to rebuild this kingdom of mine once more.This time,with stronger locks and anti-theft alarm systems built all around.Because your act was a test for me,and i am going to pass this test with colours flying so high you wouldnt even see them passing through the stratosphere and halfway to the moon.
It felt like spring cleaning of my mind,of all the old messages that she ever sent me.I saved a lot of them i must say,and once in a while in the silence of the night i would surf through them and go through the different memories that i had.But now that they are gone,despite the little pricking sensation in my heart,i think this is a good thing that happened to me,in a way.
Life works in funny ways i guess,and like the great MOM once said,"Any problem that involves money is not a problem".That quote got me through this whole ordeal,and i was so grateful that she was actually cool about it,saying that it was a small loss and stuff.Got to love my mother,i guess.
So here we are,at the end of the entry.What can i say,i guess there are phases of our lives that end and brand new ones start just like that.She will remain part of me still,but with the messages gone it's like plucking her limbs out from the image of her i have in my body.They slowly fade,with time and soon enough all that's going to be left is a single name.Her name,still lingering around with so many others.I shall not weep,staying as strong as ive always been through all these times.Everything starts,and everything ends.It's not going to be a complete end to her role in my life with this incident of course,but at least this is a sort of start,right?
Right?
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