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                 I hated my “blurness” very very much. I left my bag in A&W today and only noticed it after I came home half an hour later. Guess I was mentally a bit slow today (3 hours of sleeping only).

                 I went back straight to A&W and to my relief; my bag is just right at the same place where I was sitting. I opened my bag and there were my files, my friend’s charger, my pendrive (thank god…I bought it for RM100 man!), my sweets, my cap, my pen and…and…and…where the hell is my wallet??? I’ve searched the entire bag and still no wallet inside.

                   I told myself to calm down and think again where I put my wallet. I went searching the floor and in the car and still no signs of any wallet. I was quite sure that someone must have seen it and stole it. It is quite a common thing in Malaysia and dishonest people is everywhere.

                I began to curse again whoever it was and was thinking hard what had happened to this society? Why will people to that? Why are they so selfish? Why do this to me? Why so cruel??? After cursing very much of them while I was on my way back, I started to curse myself. Come to think of it, I never learn my lesson, didn’t I? I’ve lost my license a few days back and had no idea at all when and where and how I’ve lost it, which will be my second time of losing it; I’ve lost my wallet for the second time; I’ve lost my camera and hand phone once and still I am very prone in losing stuff. I started to blame myself for being so careless almost every time and that luck didn’t help at all.

                  After cursing myself, I started to console myself. I started to think that I did not lose much in that wallet actually. I only had my identity card, a few name cards, vouchers, and 70 something ringgit. Only the renewal of identity card gave me heartache as my parents definitely will not pay for me, and I think the second time of renewal will be around hundred. And I am short of money at the moment, how could this be? The thought of losing money didn’t console me at all. I’m in need of money and yes 70 something means a lot to me. Well, at least I can eat Dominos…

                  When I arrived home, I went straight to my room and started searching for my license as I still do not believe that it will disappear just like that (today only started searching after losing it for a few days). So, I started searching each and every trouser’s pockets, entire car and bags. I even tried calling it out and still nothing (sounds silly but according to my friend, goat, this works every time she loses something). I dunno why somehow it gave me a feeling that my table is messy and I needed to clean it up and I might find it somewhere around my pile of rubbish. Miracles do happen, and after clearing my stuff, there lying still was my red Arsenal wallet. It was like God’s gift and maybe God just drop it down out of a sudden as he knew how desperate I was. After recovering much of my consciousness (I can say that I was unconscious previously, brain totally couldn’t function), I started to recall that when I was changing to my shorts when I got home before that, I took out my wallet from my jeans and put it on my table. I think I must have lost my memory somehow…

                   My fingers just ran through my wallet again as I did not seem quite believe of the disappearance of my license. It has got to be somewhere…and yes, it was in my wallet too…the compartment which I hardly noticed or put anything inside. I started to recall and yes, thanks to my friend who must not be mentioned, helped to put my license in that compartment that day, and she couldn’t even remember.

                    Well, I guess that’s just my luck for after being so unlucky every single time. It was really a miracle for getting back all my important documents and stuff in a short time. Sorry for all the cursing which I just couldn’t help it. I will definitely 100% surely be very extremely aware next time, no more next time, I can’t afford to lose anything anymore. Friends out there do help this poor old me and tolerate my “blurness”. Maybe I should start recording each and every movement I have made.

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