the lost and found misadventure (and other stories)

I misplaced my wallet a few days ago. I told Mat before that something bad is going to happen soon, because I'm very pantang about having too much fun. because too much fun now = alot of unhappiness later. true enough, I realised I didn't have my wallet with me in the taxi on our way home that night. after much wailing and getting very dramatic about how 'oh my god my i/c my money MY ATM CARD' will never be seen again, we rushed back to the place last visited, where my boyfriend heroicly ran before me to search for the missing wallet, while I sat at some benches with a stupid worried look on my face.

he came back skipping, and I sort of knew he had it with him. then I giggled and pretended I was never anxious in the first place. anyway now I have to watch a soccer match with him and it sucks because I should've never made the bet in the first place.

I will talk about my love-hate relationship with soccer another time. wait, what love-hate relationship? to love something you have to understand and appreciate it. so I take back whatever I said.

because I can only hate soccer.

...and now I will wait for (misguided) World Cup fans to bite me in the ass.