Apparently, last night, was my last night with the first phone that I had. Phones that I bought with my own money, which I collected a few months. I'm very sad to part with the cell phone. This morning when went to college, I was stolen. Given a choice, I prefer my pocket money that was taken, not the phone. Because the cell phone has accompanied several stages of the struggle of my life. I was so sad ... I chased a bus that was traveling up to the bus station, back and forth, but still nil. In many of the driver and the conductor bus station consolation. They were advised to go home and not go to college. But still pity if not college. I cried in front of them. On the road someone asked me, "Where will you go, Sist. Seem confused. Can I help you?" ohh, I don't know what to do... I couldn't stop my tears all the way to campus. Still remember the thing that conductor said, "Your livelihood is more than pickpockets, Sist ..." Thanks, Sir ...
And also thanks for my friends have comforted me....
And also thanks for my friends have comforted me....
