a case of lost memories..

i'm tired of explaining.. of having to complain my guts out and whining to the whole world, like there's no end.. man, i'm seriously wondering how old i actually am.. perhaps i should just sit in the foyer, in front of the television and watch kids central from 8.30am to 6pm instead.. terrible kid here..

well, i got pickpocketed on the shopping street in chengdu.. stupid move and lousy behaviour but it happened.. i reacted.. i cried, i bawled.. i was in a state of helplessness.. i didn't know what to do, for i lost my memories.. it was more than just lost memory cards for me.. it was my memories of ppl and places i love.. yes, unfortunately, i love and loved.. perhaps i've some emotions left in me afterall.. but anyway, photos of my new and old trips, with everything in there..

i would have just stood there crying, if mum didn't come and pull me up.. i just felt lost and murphy's law was just a continual repetition within my head.. everyone was trying to cheer me up, telling me that it could have been worse.. it seriously could have been.. so i should honestly count my blessings instead.. and seriously, photos are physical evidences of memories but then again, memories are what we all hold dear, within us and in our heads, captured with a different camera len, of greater field of vision..

yet at the same time, i felt so much love poured into the situation.. well, the adults would definitely launch into a mini-lecture, yet there were some words, which didn't make the situation better, but it made me feel doted as well.. perhaps i'm truly still a kid, who seriously has never grown up..

a case of lost memories, but it was filled with many blessings and love as well..