I don't know why I suddenly have the urge to blog. I have a test coming in less than 24 hours, and here I am, typing away. Maybe because I read Wiyang's blog that I wanted to blog. Or maybe it was something that happened this evening. Anyway, this is my temporary place to blog....err...crap?

Two days ago my dad's handphone was stolen. He was eating alone and then some beggar came over to ask for money. He didn't give, and I wouldn't too. Not because I'm not sympathetic, but some of them are just pretending. There's one famous guy in Malacca who fits that description. He's able bodied and healthy, and what did he do with the money he got from begging? He smokes. (Some people said he even used the money to "play" with some prostitutes.) Anyway, back to the beggar. My dad brushed him off, and somehow he managed to steal my dad's handphone without my dad realising. I wasn't with him at that time. If I was there, that guy wouldn't stand a chance, being a paranoid person as I am. My dad didn't realise until he left the place. Naturally he went back to the place and a worker told him the beggar took it. He was nowhere to be seen. Moral of the story, keep your handphone in your pocket at all times. (unless, of course you are using it.)

I skipped my class this morning because I wasn't able to adjust my biological clock yet. For the past week I've been sleeping at 4-5am in the morning and waking up at 2-3pm. I have another class at 4pm, which I faithfully attend. I couldn't afford another miss because if so I wouldn't get a full 10% for my Maths subject. Talk about kiasuism. So there I was...sitting there..daydreaming when the time is up. I lifted my butt to leave when I noticed that somebody left his handphone on one of the chairs. Well, another girl saw it too, and I ask her whether she remembered who sat there. She doesn't and I volunteered to wait for the person to return. She gave me the I-don't-trust-you look before leaving. Oh well, I looked evil. *sigh* Soon everybody was gone and the person was nowhere to be seen. Feeling stupid I left the room and walked to my car. I didn't switch off the phone because I expect the guy to call to get his handphone back. Then it struck me. My dad just lost a handphone, and now I picked-up one out of nowhere. Coincidence? Maybe, but I was soooooo tempted to switch it off so that the guy wouldn't be able to get it back. The problem is .... the girl saw that I took it. But then again I can lie about it. I was fighting with my conscience when the phone rang.....erm....vibrated. I answered it and I can sense that the guy is nervous. By this time I've decided to return to him instead of keeping it. After all, I got mad at the person who stole my dad's handphone, so he would've feel the same. He just told me, "I just want to tell you that...that is my phone." I felt funny at first. I wanted to answer him, "It WAS" and hang up. Hehe...evil me. So I asked him where he was and he was so nervous that he couldn't answer me properly. He was practically mumbling! Well, I met him and asked him to describe the phone so I'm sure I'm returning it to the owner. Ah...he was so thankful. The look on his face was so...I don't know how to describe. And I'm glad that i returned it. But I wondered how many people would actually do that? Actually it should be "How many MALAYSIANS would actually do that?". I'm so proud of myself. *wink*