I am still uncontrollably in a state of freaking out up to this moment.
Someone stole our “bad words” coin purse. I call “that” person a professional thief. In less than a minute or two, ta-da, our coin purse and my precious ID --> GONE!
Here’s the whole story:
After classes, we walked along the street, rode a jeepney, and went up to the train station platform. It was past 7pm so I wasn’t expecting few people commuting at the same ride. My back was hardly dripping into sweat and all I could do is to keep my fan moving back and forth. It’s Thursday and we all call it “back pack” day, so obviously, I was wearing back pack. Loads of papers plus laboratory materials were scattered inside my bag. Not to mention the vanity stuffs I have. As I was busy texting my sister, I didn’t notice that the person behind me was doing something strange. I didn’t know that he/she was unkindly cutting or opening the left side of my bag’s front pocket. Later did I realize that my things are slowly slipping out of that pocket. The first thing that got into my mind was -> the stealing happened inside the Train. But what were the things he stole? I looked over and over again. My foot-shaped coin purse I had was gone. I want to scream for the guard to come over and complain but I know that nothing will happen if I do that. Besides, the purse has 80 Php only, as were the money me and my friends have for every bad word we say. As soon as the train stopped at the final station, I walked immediately, rode FX and then tricycle.
When I got home, I told my mom, dad and my sister what have happened on my bag. And as I was checking for more, I looked for my ID. Yeah, he stole it too. *OMGOSH. Darn it!
Yes. I got robbed. And it wasn’t the first. No next time. Err.
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bye bye bag =(
Someone stole our “bad words” coin purse. I call “that” person a professional thief. In less than a minute or two, ta-da, our coin purse and my precious ID --> GONE!
Here’s the whole story:
After classes, we walked along the street, rode a jeepney, and went up to the train station platform. It was past 7pm so I wasn’t expecting few people commuting at the same ride. My back was hardly dripping into sweat and all I could do is to keep my fan moving back and forth. It’s Thursday and we all call it “back pack” day, so obviously, I was wearing back pack. Loads of papers plus laboratory materials were scattered inside my bag. Not to mention the vanity stuffs I have. As I was busy texting my sister, I didn’t notice that the person behind me was doing something strange. I didn’t know that he/she was unkindly cutting or opening the left side of my bag’s front pocket. Later did I realize that my things are slowly slipping out of that pocket. The first thing that got into my mind was -> the stealing happened inside the Train. But what were the things he stole? I looked over and over again. My foot-shaped coin purse I had was gone. I want to scream for the guard to come over and complain but I know that nothing will happen if I do that. Besides, the purse has 80 Php only, as were the money me and my friends have for every bad word we say. As soon as the train stopped at the final station, I walked immediately, rode FX and then tricycle.
When I got home, I told my mom, dad and my sister what have happened on my bag. And as I was checking for more, I looked for my ID. Yeah, he stole it too. *OMGOSH. Darn it!
Yes. I got robbed. And it wasn’t the first. No next time. Err.
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bye bye bag =(
