Two weeks just passed by..College resumes tomorrow and boy do i dread to go. I mean if college was close by then it's okay but i have to travel everyday to Brickfields via public transport. Imagine waiting for hours for the bloody bus under the scorching sun to get to college for noon classes and then by train where you're surrounded by many as class ends at 5 p.m which is during rush hour where people will be pushing to get in the train until it's pack like tins of sardines to get to my dad's office and even then i still have to wait for him to get off work .
Oh, and to add to that my phone almost got stolen by some "sampah masyarakat" when i , sorry we, were boarding the train. Here's how it goes, i met up with a few peeps to catch a movie( Narnia 2-Prince Caspian ) during the semester break at KLCC and i brought my little cousin, Jerome along cause he wanted to watch the movie as well. Had lunch at the cafeteria. Majority ordered McDonalds' but i had cravings for Fish & Chips which i dropped on myself. Luckily the Fish and some Chips were saved or theres goes my RM10.95 down the drain. Back to the point, movie ended quite late about 5.30-ish, lined up for the LRT and headed to KL Central to catch the KTM. I dont know why but while waiting for the train , i said a short pray in my heart so that Jerome and I, esspecially Jerome would be safe throughout our journey home. The train came as usual, packed. When boarding, people were pushing. Yup, pushing. I wonder sometimes, aren't we all wanting to go home after a long day slaving ourselves at work or at college but why are they so inconsiderate? I mean , can't they que up like civilized beings instead of acting like a gang of hungry wolves that haven't eaten for days pushing and grawling at each other for their own selfish desire just to get in the train ? Anyways, while boarding in, i was holding on tightly to Jerome and this idiot was coming so close behind. I pushed him away and yet he came so close. We managed to get in and then i noticed one of my pockets was empty. I thought it was my wallet then i realised it was my phone. I panicked and called for the police. He then asked if i suspected anyone, i was a bit hesitant at first, i wouldn't want to blame the wrong person but somehow i know God helped in this matter and i pointed out that bastard who came so close behind. Some malay rempit..probably a school drop-out , who obviously cant find a proper job and resorted to this. 
He then acted innocent and said it wasn't him and walked out the train. Eventually he started running, i didn't want to go after him at first since it was already late and i had a little kid with me but somehow i just went after him. A police man caught him on time. We then got in the elavator to head to the office where i questioned the bastard millions of time if he took my phone or not but he kept denying and then i just said prove it and he took out my phone saying someone gave it to him. HELLO, EARTH TO IDIOT!!! IF SOMEONE SUPPOSEDLY GAVE SOMETHING THAT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU SHOULDN'T YOU HAND IT TO THE AUTHORITY SO THAT THEY MAY HAND IT BACK TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER INSTEAD OF JUST STANDING THERE AND PRETENDING NOTHING HAPPENED ? WHAT A DUMBASS!! The elavator door opened and the chicken fled off.
Screw that but thank & praise God for answering my prayer and keeping us safe, i dont know what could have happened if i didn't ask Him. Like the Bible says, Ask and You shall be Answered, Seek and You shall Find, Knock and the Door shall be Opened. Celina's birthday celebration was alright. No offence but the partay was a bit quiet for a child's party. The adults outnumbered the children and coincidentally almost everyone wore black for no particular reason. Couldn't really find a suitable way to wrap her gift her brother got for her so we decided to tear up some paper, place em' in a bag( a nice one of course) and hid the gift in between. 
The following week, went to Cosmo's World at Berjaya Times Square with Uncle Abel, Joel, Jerome, Celina and Lina. Aunty couldn't make it. Had fun until i had my period. Joe was very brave. He went for almost all the rides without a sense of fear and he's only 6 years old. Will upload pictures when i get too. On Saturday, accompanied aunty Martina for hood and stove hunting for her "used-to-be-forever-not-ready-new-condo" and here i am on a Tuesday afternoon typing this out. By the way, got myself a new camera yesterday ..
