What was meant to be a day spent at the salon to rejuvenate my very tired self turned out to be yet another day roaming around town. With a tiny dose of shopping. Nothing outrageous — bought three hats, four scarves, a 2012 desk agenda and a notebook. I’m done shopping. For now. Seriously.
I told my bf when he got home last night how I think I’ve reached new heights of paranoia because of my iPhone snatching incident and it’s bothering me. As you know, I’m the most careless AND carefree person in the world. When traveling around the metro by myself yesterday, I was so worried and paranoid something will happen to me. Every time I see a dodgy-looking man, I try to avoid being in his gaze. There was this one guy who looked at me really suspiciously my heart was pounding so hard during the train ride. I honestly thought he was waiting for me to get off the train at my next station so he can do bad things to me but thank god his station was a few stops before mine and he exited first.
I knew things have gone sour when I took out my camera’s memory card (where I have hundreds of photos) and put in my pocket — without even me realizing what I did. When I got home, I was like ‘oh wtf is my flash card doing in my pocket?’ It was at that point that I realized I took it out before entering the train to protect my photos just in case someone snatches my cumbersome Canon. What is happening to me? Taking public transport has never been so daunting. I wish I could take cabs all the time but they are SO expensive here. A five-minute ride would set you back a good forty American dollars. It’s that cray cray!
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