
In the loving memory of my school bag and everything that's in it
xx.xx.2005 - 02.07.2009
(I forgot the exact date I got it)
May you rest in peace.
*sob*
Now I will mourn the loss of all my things.... when you lose your school bag, I think you're allowed half an hour to mourn. *sob*
First, my textbooks (Add Math, Moral and EST), my Add Math exercise book, my Chemistry report book and all my other smaller exercise books.
All my hard work... I spent ages (days and hours) doing Trigonometric Equations because they were all so hard and now it's all gone. All my workings - gone. *sob*
And the Chemistry report which I'd worked quite hard to finish and actually got a "V. Good" is now gone. *sob*
And I can't do my EST homework anymore. Coz the textbook's gone. *sob*
Next - my diary.
My poor diary which I'd wrapped earlier this year. *sob* My poor wrapped diary which had held my friend's class testimonial, the debate points, my editor speech, my to-do list for a day, those pretty bookmarks that Erica gave me last year during my RCIA days and those pictures I printed - gone. *sob*
Then there are my literature books.
Which I didn't really mind losing because apparently I have plenty of them at home, thanks to my brothers. So I was feeling pretty good about it... until I realised that The Pearl in my bag is my brother's (coz the school doesn't lend The Pearl) so I'm back to feeling rotten again. *sob*
And of course there's my pencil box.
Which I didn't mind losing either because it's an old one, descended down to me from my brother erm.... about 5 years ago. I didn't mind losing my pens too because I think there are only 3-4 usable ones in there (because I am so stingy, I keep a lot of half dead pens, as in write write write halfway no ink and has to change pen sort of pens). So there. My eraser's gone real small and it's free so it doesn't matter. There's my Pilot shaker but I've lost Pilot shakers tonnes of time so... never mind la. There's also a brand new packet of Buncho lead but that's only 60 cents.
But then, there's Amanda's Pilot pencil which I'd taken because I couldn't find her pencil case earlier today when I helped her pack. I intended to return to her tomorrow but now... that's no longer possible. So sorry, Amanda! =(
There's also my quite new highlighter that's new because I seldom highlight things, that I quite regret losing.... my brand new ruler.... but I have more at home... but still it's brand new. Anyway, I do regret losing my compasses. My compasses were made of metal. Entirely metal. Given to me from my mum and which had got me through PMR. I love that compasses. And it's now gone. *sob*
My compasses is one of the 5 things I really regret losing.
One of the other 4 is my calculator. *sob*
Just 2 days ago when I'd forgotten to bring back my calculator and found out I got NS, I thought it was rather sad that I lose my calculator and find out I got NS on the same day. But as it turned out, Amanda kept the calculator for me. And now it's gone again. *sob* Taken away from me in cold blood. It's barely 3 years old! (coz I got a new one after losing the first one in Form 3 after KH paper) And it's not even a 570 model! It's the most ancient model of scientific calculators - the 350 one, and yet it's taken away from me. *sob* Why??? Oh, did I mention I had my class' "I donated to STS" sticker stuck on its cover? It's so cute, you know... *sob*
Item #2: The guitar-shaped keychain from Thailand that I have hanging in the front of my bag.
That's a gift from Vivien in Form 1. Form 1. It's been with me since Form 1! I'd really liked that keychain. *sob* And it's guitar-shaped. *sob*
Item #3: My Adidas bottle.
Oh my beloved green Adidas bottle. Deborah got me that last year from Australia. I got it just a few days before my birthday when she kantoi-ed her surprise for my birthday. And now it's gone. Gone. *sob*
Item #4: Christine's books.
. . . . Words cannot describe how sorry I feel. Now I'll never know what happened to Psammead. Or the story of the boy in striped pajamas (the silly author wouldn't even so much as hint what the story will be in the synopsis at the back).... *sob* So sorry about the books, Christine! =(
Oh I forgot about the battered, out-of-shape cellotape that I always carry in case I need to cellotape uniform plastic bags... *sob*
And finally, my bag.
My big, bulky, ugly, blue and black bag with a tear in its front pocket. You've been a dear for nearly 5 years. *sob* I don't know why anyone would mistake you for a laptop bag (they must have, otherwise they wouldn't break a window for you) and steal you away from me.
Rest in peace wherever you are, my friends. Rest in peace....

I don't think stealing is very nice. Unless you're Robin Hood. But even then, it's wrong to steal - even from those who are rich. The money they've got are their own hard-earned money after all. Even if desperation pushes you to it, you still shouldn't break into people's houses or cars. It's one thing to steal a bun from a shop and another thing altogether to korek people's lock and take things away. Coz you not only rob them of their stuff, you also rob them of their feeling of safety. Stealing's a sin and a sin's a sin and a sin shouldn't be made into a profession. It's just wrong.
And then I feel how thankful I should be. At least I'm not dead or kidnapped or shipped off to Thailand to become a beggar. Life would be unimaginable then. Always look on the bright side of life.
I handed in my English exercise book so at least that's not lost. Thank God I actually felt not so kuai this morning so I didn't bring a lot of books (and I was hammering myself about it on the way to school). Luckily I'm no longer a prefect, otherwise I'd lose my blazer together with band money as well. At least my phone's still with me. And Thank God I've returned Abigail's pendrive - the only pendrive that had dwelled in my pencil case. Oh, and the car's not gone. :)
May this be a lesson to everyone. Never, ever leave anything in your car however insignificant it may seem because people will break the window for anything - even for an old battered, heavy school bag.
It's mad.
Just as a post script - I thought I'd restock all my stationeries in Koperasi tomorrow because I still have RM 15 worth of Koperasi coupons so I was feeling rather cheered up.... until I realised.... the coupons are in my bag. *peng three times over* So much for my plans. This just says one thing - never take anything for granted. Ever.