Thursday, July 13, 2006

Dah jatuh ditimpa tangga...

Apakan daya... Nasib sungguh tak menyebelahi daku..
(Jiwangnya aku.. takbleh angkat!!)

Back to de point. I lost my digicam yesterday. Actually someone stole it. Just a little carelessness on my part and this is the price I have to pay.

It saddens me that someone in school can actually sneak into the classroom and steal it. It was my mistake. I left in a basket on the table and forgot to take it when I got out. 1 hr later, it was gone.

It's not the camera that I care. It's the pictures I have in it. All photos of my little one since he was 1 mth. Now he's already 5 mths old n there's no way I can get back the photos. The camera may be replaceable, but the photos are priceless. I had taken and collected month by month photos of Daanish for my photo frame. Now what do I have left? It really saddens me.

I searched high n low, in n out throughout the whole school, hoping to miraculously find it somewhere. But all to no avail. I asked the teachers, the security, the school attendants. But no one seem to see it anywhere.

The thief must be really quick n cunning. The temptation must be too great. The chance to own a new sleek camera must be too irresistable. Too hard to let go.

If I can talk to the thief, I wish I can say, you can have the camera but please return me the photos. I beg of you. Please... This is a desperate plea from a mother who yearns to have a keepsake of her baby. Why must you be so cruel?

I can say no more. With each passing minute, each passing hour, the hope of getting back my camera depletes. There's not even 1 second that I can forget about the photos.

Again, it's not about the camera. It's the photos that I desperately want back.

And again, I'm not having any good rest. Couldn't sleep thinkin about the incident. How can I be so careless? How can someone in school be so cruel?

AAARRGGHHH!!!!

What de fuck. It was my fault. Why cry over spilled milk?

After that day, I was supposed to go shopping with my fren, Ain, but becos she got off work late, we didn't meet.

Ain got a COACH wristlet too. Welcome to the club beb! Yang lain tu bila lagi? Huh? Huh? HUH?

Nice right, Ain??? So happy for u. So happy for me. I know you lookin at ur COACH now and smiling like kambing rite?? Admit it! Coz I did. Haha. They ought to gimme commission for advertising their product on my blog and for making a sale. Like sell tupperware like that... It would've been a good therapy if I'd gone with u.

But Kiddy Palace is good enough. Hey, when it comes to retail therapy, the place does not matter. Shopped myself crazy with a colleague of mine. Thanks Hus for accompanying me. I tell you, when mothers shop, it's always child over self. Correct not Hus?

So anyway, back to reality. Going to school really breaks my heart now. As I walk to the classroom, canteen, staff room, toilet, where ever, I would glance at the bushes, on top of cupboards, behind tables, in the dustbin, practically everywhere lah. Just hoping that I can find it. Hoping that the thief mite hide it somewhr 1st b4 bringin back, for fear of being spotchecked. Hoping that anyone, anywho, anyhow, somehow I can get it back.

Still hoping... Till I can't hope no more...

Pooped @ 10:30 AM