praying for a miracle.

don't bother trying to call me during the next few days.

my phone dropped out of my pocket at around 7PM today when i was in bus 156. i didn't realise till i stepped out of the bus. the moment i got out, i felt that something wasn't right and i checked and realised my phone wasn't with me.

i started after the bus, but, naturally, it was faster than me. i'm sure my phone was there cuz the last time i used it was in the bus itself.

my parents are sure that someone took it: i tried calling my phone and the first time i called, it rang but no one picked it up. the subsequent times i called, i couldn't get through. the phone was switched off. i've blocked the line so the person who took it can't use it. but still... all my smses, photos, notes, tones, apollo stuff is all gone, for now.

i'm praying hard that the person will return it. i highly doubt that he/she pickpocketed it, as i was sitting by the window with my pocket facing the side of the bus. it's impossible to grab anything from my pocket when i'm in this position. the person probably just nicked it off the chair when it fell out of my pocket.

my mum sent an sms to request that the person return it. maybe he/she will, after reading all my smses and stuff. which i guess i'm okay with it. there's nothing absolutely secret about those messages.

my parents are surprisingly okay with it. they didn't scold me or anything, for once. maybe they saw that losing the phone itself was punishment enough. i think it's an accurate perception.

oh God, how could i have been so careless?

still, i know i must have faith.