I have yet to find my missing journal. It’s amazing how much the small things in life really matter to you but yet you fail to see so until it’s really gone for good. I swear I’d rather lose my handphone or any of my valuables than having to lose it. But then, I’ve already lost it so no use saying.

I have never been the sort of person who appreciates things. I go stationary shopping this week, and by the next week, all my stationaries would’ve gone missing. Things never really meant more than how they appear to me. A pen is a pen. A pencil is a pencil. A book is a book. I lose it, I get a new one. Simple. It’s definitely my first to lose something and actually feel really bummed over it. I don’t like getting hooked to my belongings to be honest, things should always be treated as things. But I guess having myself stick loads of receipts&movie tickets &tonnes off magazine cut-outs of bands, musicians &celebrities (Pete Doherty, John Mayer, Oasis, Jet, Ed Westwick, Paolo Nutini) -all from my magazine collection which took me some time to actually think if I should really cut the magazine into pieces, having to write everything I do each day in the empty spaces, having to doodle on it a lot, and stick post it notes onto the special ‘notes to self’ page I had created; doing all that, it got me to really appreciate that bloody organiser ):

I honestly miss every part of my organiser. And this time, I can’t buy it back ):

In contradiction to how I usually react when I lose my valuables (look for it a little, stress out a lot, then never give two shits about it), this time, I had actually made the effort to tell the Pak Cik Kantin to keep it for me if he sees it, make Keerthana & Charlene help me out in looking for it, told the teacher on duty about it (Thanks Keer), told all 3 discipline teachers about it, told the Head Prefect, told the Assistant Head Prefect, told the whole class.

Even when I had lost a whole bag of school exercise books and a full set of school uniform, the only thing I did was asked me classmates and no one else. It’s different this time. It meant that much to me :-S

Pikia’ said she has the photo and I’ll upload it as soon. Maybe I should post up a tribute post or something.

Oh well, if someone is nice enough and not as broke as I am right now, please buy me a new leather journal with a couple of backdated issues of Q Magazine, Mojo Magazine and SPIN Magazine (available in Kinokuniya).

Back to how school was, school was okay. Shitty during the first few hours because I wasn’t in a very good mood. And that took me to being very personal and touchy on many issues. I should really lessen down on having to look things at others’ perspective, or at least trying to. Because you never can totally figure out how a person feels about something. But nevermind, as long as I know I’ve got the right intention and as long as it’s connected to being nice and courtesies, than I guess I probably am on the right path.

Tuition was funny. I shall post a locked post if I am even in the mood for it. After tuition, I headed to Digital Mall with my dad after accompanying him to the ATM. It did make me feel a whole lot better because I managed to get my hands on 2 new music concert DVDs that I have yet to find someplace else (: He also made friends with the dude there so yeay!, that means he would be a little more keen to take me there if ever I plan to get anything.

These are the two he got me :

Ahh (:

Bye♥