<h2> secret (part I)</h2>

I'm back! :),, but with not such good news, see I was robbed last saturday.. ya R-O-B-B-E-D, I'm still trying to come to term with it. I really never thought that that kind of thing will happen in real life and to me! I'm still a bit shaken bout the whole incident. Everytime a motorbike passes me, I'll feel that my heart is all caught up in my throat.

It happened when I was on my way to work, 6.20 in the morning btw and I was walking alone at that time. When suddenly a motorbike sped past me. At first I really didn't have a clue what was happening. All I know is that one minute I was walking and the next I felt I was being pulled forward. To be really honest that feeling of being pulled along still haunts me till now. But still Thank God that I was unharmed :). Hmm...apart from the bruises on my right hand, there's not a single scratch on me so thank God for His protection! :)

After all that, I really didn't know what to do. School never taught me how to deal with this kind of situation, not that I'm blaming my school..haha but what I mean is that I really had no idea how to deal with it. I even planned to go to work and then slowly figure it out. Luckily one of my senior came to my aid that day, she helped me called the hosp and took leave for me. Gave me money and asked the driver to send me to the nearest police station .

After settling all the important stuff. I decided to make my first phone call, but I didn't know who to call. Actually it's not that I don't know, there were a list of people I wanted to call: my parents, nlc, nck, all the ngo's, my frens, my housemates, but then I realized that by calling them I might make myself feel better but I'm only gonna make them worry. So I decided to hold back my tears, stiffen up my upper lip and smile. Anyway even if I wanted to call I wouldn't be able to do so since I lost my bag and my phone was in my bag...

to be continued... p.s. sis please keep this from mum and dad ;)