NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED: Tales of Crazy Possession and Lethal Obsession

It happened again--
last Friday, on the second day of classes
and some three weeks after a got my new phone.

I lost my money.
It was in my wallet.
I left my bag outside the library because bags weren't allowed inside. Being accustomed to having no money most of the time, I left my wallet inside the bag. I went home confident that I did not lose anything, seeing as I taken my new phone inside the library with me so it wouldn't get stolen again as it did a few months ago. It wasn't until this morning that I found out that the hundred bucks that were in it were indeed gone. All that was left was a single five-buck coin, and it wasn't even in the right place.

My dad suspects that the thief knows me. Perhaps the kid knew that I had a new phone and thought he would find it there, but when he opened my bag and found it completely phone-less, he decided to attack my wallet instead. He took all the money with him, leaving behind only one coin for my bus fare home. It's a good thing he didn't notice my scientific calculator, otherwise he'd be two thousand bucks richer by now.

Moreover, my dad believes that this thief is the same thief who stole my cell phone. I believe he is right. If only I could install a spycam in front of the library of my school and set the kid up so he'd get kicked out. After all, people like him who are paid to study by the nation do not deserve the scholarship at all.



Right now I am simply troubled. It should've been today; good thing she was absent. I don't want the time to come, but every time I try to kneel down to God and thank Him for sparing me another day in my wretched life, I always end up longing for the promised day. And I hate it even more than he hates me.

Last Thursday, I promised myself I would write about this. I know the explanation in this entry won't do. Therefore I will try my best to log in tonight and put all my thoughts and worries into writing (at last!). I know it's hard. But I'll do my best.

In the mean time, I'll tell you another story. This time, it isn't emo nor sad.

Last year, I posted an entry about my horrible life in school thanks to a certain Mr. A.P. who always seemed to find a way to ruin my day.

I like school—my wacky life in school, that is; and believe it or not I actually could’ve happened to love everything if not for the following things: 1) Mr. Attitude-Problem, chronological age: 14, mental age: 24, emotional age: 4; and 2) His Problem With His Ex-Girlfriend (who is one of my closest friends); 3) Misunderstandings—thus the dissolving of our clique (Mr. A.P. takes the blame!)

The two of us are best of friends today.

When I come back, I'll tell you how.