Worst Day of My Life II

Remember the day when a series of unfortunate events took place - the watch then the ripped skirt and having my IC with Jarren at Bukit Batok the night before I needed it? Yesterday pretty much topped that. Read this to feel better after Kelly's ode to Anthropologie! haha.

(Before I start relating the day's events to you just know that my Mac got a little wonky over the weekend so I sent it to repair. Since the only backup I had of my work was on TimeMachine, I needed another Mac to assess my files so Daniel very kindly lent me his for the week. On This Day, I had just received Daniel's Mac.)

1. Was supposed to meet my friend at school at 10am. Was two hours late cos I was transferring stuff from the backup disc to Dan's Mac.

2. Arrived in a flurry as friend had waited for two hours. Did not bring the TimeMachine harddisk to school as I didn't wanna risk losing it. Found out the minute I turned on the computer that even though I had saved everything into the Mac (and my thumbdrive), the hard disk had to be perpetually connected in order for me to assess the files. After finally making it to school to study I had nothing to work with. Managed to obtain some hard copy notes, and read that.

3. By evening my materials were running out, and I was due to head home for dinner. JUST as I was packing my bag, it began to POUR. My umbrella was conspicuously missing from my bag even though I vividly remembered putting it in. Had to stay in school to wait for the rain to stop but friend had to leave. Hungry and tired, went to meet three other friends who were studying somewhere else.

4. Prelude

(Eerie occurrence. One of the guys is a big fan of Cat Power, and during the hour or so I was with them he asked for my thumbdrive so he could pass me some songs. He took it and transferred a whole lot of songs in. Aside from my recent use of the drive in the morning to double backup my files, I had never once touched the thumbdrive in my purse for the longest time. Somewhere along the way my other two friends also made compliments about my specs.)

4. Hour later the rain was a mere drizzle, so I headed back without joining them for dinner. I cross at the pedestrian crossing to my bus stop, and the green man was blinking. I walk briskly. Halfway through the man turns red, and I walk faster. Suddenly I hear a HONK! I turn around and realise that Daniel's charger (which does not have an adaptor, and is therefore like 3m of cord). has fallen out of my bag, and when I hastily grab it I'm entangled in the cord. I hurriedly rush to the other side of the road. In the process of trying to wind the cord up, I through a cursory glance back at the road to make sure there was nothing.

THERE WAS. Near the other end was a small pink object- my pink purse WITH MY THUMBDRIVE AND KEYS IN IT. Next it to, something black - MY SPECTACLE CASE, WITH MY BELOVED, NEW, FUNKYWUNKY SPECTACLES INSIDE. The cars begin to move off. For the next five minutes I stand dumbstruck as I watch my two very precious possessions being run over, car after car. When I finally retrieve the carcasses my case is flat and I can barely open the purse. The thumbdrive is just bits of metal.

Best part? There were people near the other side that could've easily reached out for the stuff and saved it.

My pink purse. I've been using that since secondary school and I still love it everytime I see it. MY SPECTACLES. Which I took such great care of and were not cheap and that my parents got me as a special birthday present that we all thought I could use for at least the next ten years. Barely ten months.

(I also had to led a can of Nestle coffee roll away along with a couple of pens, cos after retrieving my stuff from the road my hands were full, I was still tangled in the charger cord, and no one bothered to help me. But this is insignificant in light of my current loss.)

(I also missed two buses in the process of all this.)

I think the worst thing you could say to a person now is "I hope you're like a Zara in 2009!"

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