After the Blackberry event @ The Curve yesterday,
i dragged myself to the ATM cos i had less than RM1 in my purse.
On the way home, i payed the toll using one of the notes i’d just withdrawn.
Crashed into deep sleep cos i woke up at 7:30am that day,
and went to buy dinner to find that i didn’t have my purse with me.
I must’ve dropped it in the carpark when i got out of the car earlier,
and didn’t notice cos i was so tired!
Couldn’t help thinking what RM500 could’ve bought me.
Not to mention having to file a police report for loss of IC and driver’s license.
Then i was thinking about how i could have lost something worse.
Like my Blackberry. Or my other phone.
Or i could have withdrawn RM1,000 instead of RM500.
Then i felt okay.
There’s no use crying over spilt milk.
It’s lost, it’s gone, and every second i spend getting upset about it is just wasting my time.
Plus, i haven’t lost anything for years, and i guess it was about time the Universe collected some taxes seeing all the good things i have in my life.