What a Wednesday! :| :| :|

Okay, so wednesday is the day. I hate this day. I swear. 


After class, which was Humanities 2. Oh we watched the Simpsons 2!
  then Sir Castro dismissed us early 'cause the raid was so hard, and the thunder was so hard. it's like there's a storm already. I went to Glorietta to meet up with Patrick. Then stayed there to hangout. When it was about 8pm, we left. Going home, we always ride the MRT. When I went down to wait for the train, THERE WAS LITEARLLY  A HUNDRED OF PEOPLE. And I was not happy. I hate it everytime there would be so much people waiting for the train. Though when I was lining up, i found my bag open. But i thought i just left it. I did not check it because my stomach hurts so bad. Therefore, my attention was on my stomach. Then, when i arrived Shaw station, , bought gulaman because I was really thirsty already. While walking and drinking, the drink poured on my body; like inside my shirt. Was I unlucky or what! So when I got home, I went straight to the bathroom and took a bath. Finally, I lay down. While talking to Patrick, I was like “Let me see how much money I have so that we can watch a movie tomorrow.” When I checked my bag, MY WALLET WAS NOT IN THERE. So I panicked so much, because literally everything was in there. Pictures, cards, receipts, IDs, movie tickets, etc. :((( I cried to Patrick. So he clamed me down. But then I can’t accept the fact that it was taken away from me. I just can’t. BV. BV. BV. BV. BV. BV.  But, I thank God, because Patrick is there for me to calm me down. And he also told me to just be thankful, because I was not hurt. There was a purpose, he said. And I believed him. He’s such a love one.

 WHAT A DAY!  :| :) :( :| @-|