Okay, maybe not that bad.. but i did get my purse and mobile phone stolen on Friday night. I felt like a tiny bit of my identity has been stolen too. Somewhere, out there, a stranger has my drivers' license. He knows where I live, where I study, where I take my jeans for alteration.

Funny how we take things like that for granted. I guess it's not really that bad.. Somehow, those details in my life was something I took to be private. And it's chilling to know that a stranger knows all that now.

I wasn't very incredibly upset when it happened, surprisingly. But I did feel incredibly stupid. After all, it was partially my fault for getting it stolen. Should've been more careful. But oh well, any lesson can be a lesson well learnt.

Except my family seemed to think that I haven't learnt the lesson. I was merely being positive. After all, no one got hurt. But they seemed to almost imply I had my things stolen intentionally. What the hell for?! Just so I can get a new phone, mobile, etc.? My friends were more understanding. What's the point in moping around and keep blaming myself for? What's done is done. I can't undo what happened.

On other thoughts, I (re-)discovered an old song by All Saints, called Black Coffee. I've never heard the song before till yesterday. Brush your teeth, pour a cup of black coffee out. I love to watch you do that every day - the little things that you do.