You guessed it: My Macbook.
I could remember it like it was just yesterday: The Day I lost my MacBook. It was quite late at night and I had just completed a project meeting in school and was rushing to catch the last train back home.
You see, had I missed the last train home, I'd end up paying $26 (or probably more considering the fact that I stay in the East) for a taxi ride home. The taxi fare was quite ridiculous! So expensive! And being a broke teenager, I'd try my best to avoid taking a cab home.
I hug my macbook everywhere I go, mainly because I couldn't fit it into my small bag, which by the way, was full of my notes and books.
When I got on the train, I just knocked out instantly, like as if someone took a brick and knocked me unconscious and there I was, oblivious to the surroundings.
As always, I'd miss my train stop. And I'd be panicking, rushing out of the train at Pasir Ris only to realise that I have to take the same train to head back to Tampines.
But this time it was different. I panicked and ran out of the train and took a seat at one of the seats available on the platform. I was still in a fuzzy state and it took me a few minutes later before I actually realised that I was missing something in my hand.
I LEFT MY FREAKING MACBOOK ON THE TRAIN!!!
That was it. My life was over. There goes my completed assignments that I spent the entire evening on. My designs for my various assignments were in it! I knew my group mates were gonna kill me the next day and might not probably buy my story when I told them that I left my macbook on the train. Because had this happened to my other friend and if he or she told me about it, I'd just tell him/her to stop bullshitting.
My mind was hysterical. It was close to 11pm. "God, why did you do this to me?", I asked. I couldn't breathe. So I went to the control station and reported my missing macbook.
"Boy, you need to calm down." said one of the makciks, who was working for SMRT.
Then she pulled out a familiar looking laptop sleeve and she said, "I believe this is yours. But I need you to confirm that this is yours. Tell me what is inside the laptop case?"
"My notes. Some of my designs that I've just printed out."
True enough, she finally believed it was mine.
"I owe you my life." I said to her.
And what she did next, I was just shocked.
"Before you leave, you must fill up this customer feedback form and write a good review about me."
Ridiculous but yes, I did it. I'll do anything just to get my macbook back. And from then on, I got myself a bigger bag so that I could stuff my macbook inside it and saved me the hassle of hugging it everywhere I go and risking losing it again.
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