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My Traumatic Holiday
Bitched on: Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Time: 9/27/2006 03:31:00 PM
Two bikers with their pillion riders, rode into the junction of the famed square, U-turned and waited to pounce.Time: 9/27/2006 03:31:00 PM
Friday, 22/09/06, 1850hrs on Daddy's car heading to NUS (National University of Singapore), Singapore.
Mum: Are you sure you brought everything? Your passport?
Me: Yes... (changing the subject) Daddy, can you give me your phone's SIM card? That number has auto roaming right? You can call me with that number if anything happens.
(I fiddled with his phone to remove the SIM card...It was really starting to give me travel sickness; and I was about to give up trying)
Dad: Why don't you just bring my phone and use it over there?
Me: The camera in my phone is better. And I need to use it. I might need to take pictures of buildings over there. Oh, finally the card is out.
Mum: Remember to call back every night.
(If only I did all those things...)
2210hrs at my studio. (NUS School of Design (SDE), Architecture faculty)
A friend: What do you think of this phone? I will buy it once its on offer.
(he passed me the new ad from Singtel on phone offers)
Me: Nice. The other one is better, I think. I really need to buy a new phone. Getting harder to press the 9.
Saturday, 23/09/06, 0710hrs, at NUS.
From there we headed down to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
Monday, 25/09/06, 1810hrs at the Berjaya Times Square Shopping Centre's indoor theme park, Kuala Lumpur.
(while on the roller coaster ride, I kept looking at my pocket, worried my phone might drop out. Now come to think of it, I wouldn't have minded it plunging down during the ride)
1915hrs still at Berjaya Times Square Shopping Centre about to head down to Pertaling Street (Chinatown).
(Seperated from some of my friends and frustrated at waiting for them, I sent one of them an SMS)
Me: he (backspace backspace) he (backspace backspace, presses hard on the '9') where the hell are o (backspace, again pressing the '9' button hard) you guys? (presses '9' hard) We are (again) waiting for u here.
Note to myself: I should get a new phone.
2030hrs at Pertaling Street.
I clutched my sling back in front of me as I jostled with the crowd at the extremely packed night bazaar, checking my pockets once in a while for my wallet and phone.
2230hrs.
My friends and I decided that the guys were going to walk back to our hotel because we were broke after the shopping at the street. And the girls can take a cab back.
2300hrs.
My guy friends and I decided to pass by Dataran Merdeka to take quick snapshots of the Dataran Merdeka buildings.
My camera battery had died. Crap.
2315hrs at Dataran Merdeka (Independance Square).
My friends and I were happily snapping pictures of the buildings like the Abdul Samad Building etc. with our camera phones by the roadside. We reached a junction at the corner of the square.
2324hrs
Friend: I think we should head back.
Me: Gimme a sec, let me finish off this last row of buildings.
2325hrs.
A bike passed by us, from our right, too close for comfort. I grabbed my friend whom I thought would be in the way.
Unfazed, I brought my camera phone up to snap my last picture of the building which coincidentally I thought was ugly but had to take a picture of it nevertheless.
2325hrs and 1 second later.
A second bike rode pass us, again, close to us... close to me...
and the pillion rider snatched my phone from my hand.
I stood there shocked.
See The Aftermath.
Labels: handphone, snatch theft
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