day four.
so far nothing. heh.

i decided t give 2 weeks for the
wallet t return. or rather, for the
kind soul finder t return it.
after 2 weeks, i shall assume the
wallet has died-ed. or rather, horribly
disfigured in the chute. how gross.

sigh. t think of how my favourite
sport could ruin a period of my life.
how it ruined my chinese new year.
how it made me see people differently.

i still love captain's ball so much.
my sport, my game, my passion.
sport vs wallet, WALLET LUHHH.
sigh, if only i fell nd i didnt go out.


; donnt let circumstances rule us.
we rule over them,
overcome nd get over them.


thats a good one.
but sometimes it's just too hard.
im trying my best t get over it.
afterall, people may think it's
just a wallet. just.
cos they arent the owner of it.
nd of course, never went through
anything with that wallet.

all my sentosa tickets were inside.
my surprised date t underwater world
ticket is also inside. movie tickets.
even my bro's cutest photo is inside.
if only the finder could read my blog,
i would beg of him/her t return it t me.
no amount of money could ever pay
for such wonderful memories in my life.
those are pleasant memories, never forgotten.
but at least the material proof meant something.


sigh. keep counting.
lose it, victoria.
get over it.



i hope.