Handphone Theft

Cindy lost her brand new Panasonic handphone in VTC today. I cannot believe how anyone would have stolen it from my desk right before our eyes. She was just showing me how to use it to type Chinese characters, then I left for the washroom and she volunteered to zap some stuff for Mrs Amy, and the next thing I know, she was frantically searching her pockets and bag for the phone!

Cindy came over to show me some pictures of my idol Sam Hui. She is a real sweet gal. Mighty intelligent and super down to earth, so pure and innocent, she is the type many boys would want to bring home to show mummy. A handphone is just another communication device for her and she is not interested in anything fanciful. I think if she didn't get this new phone for free from her brother's new line subscription, she would not have bothered to change her old broken Motorola, which was also another free phone, I think.

Cindy is like a daughter to me. Anything stolen from her is like stealing from me. Thats why I feel the pain, so angry, so victimised and violated. But she is calm and even bought dinner for me after that. Although I could replace the phone easily, it just doesn't feel the same. Anyone who has been a victim of theft would know what its like.

To the person who stole it, (and I think I know who you are), I have this wish list for you :

If you ever walk, I hope one day you step on a banana peel and fall on a rusty nail. If you ever eat prawn noodles, I hope you get diarrhea for 49 days. If you ever get a heart attack, I hope the surgeon forgot his glasses and cut the wrong artery. If you ever suffocate , I hope the medic giving you CPR has bad breath. And I hope if you ever picnic at the East Coast Park, you would accidentally sit on a nest of turbo raged red ants, and you would be wearing your sexy bermudas and the army of red ants would charge up and feast on your testicles!

For us its just a handphone, but for you, its a lifetime of guilt and a everlasting burning sensation between your groins.