Grrrrrrrrrr!

When I was in Hong Kong in April, I had left my hand phone (what they call cell phones here, pronounced 'ha-pe') at a restaurant, but luckily the proprietors found it and held on to it and I was able to get it back the following day. I had only had the phone for about 2 months until then and I was super sad at the prospect of losing it.

My phone was stolen right off of my desk Friday between the hours of 3:15 and 4:30pm. Someone just took it while I was running around the office. If my phone had been stolen from a restaurant or something, I wouldn't have cared as much. But knowing that someone I know took it from me; it just makes me really really furious. Not to mention that I've lost all of my phone numbers. I've ordered a new sim card, so I'll have my old number back tomorrow, but now I have to repopulate my borrowed phone's contact list. Needless to say, I'm pissed. Really pissed. I wish I had a voodoo doll. I hope the person who stole it will grow ugly, itchy warts on his face.

Buh bye, my beautiful phone.