Six Unimportant facts About me (part 3)

I don’t wear a watch for the last 7 years.

When I was in Form 6, I spent quite a bit of my pocket money on a canggih (for me, at least) watch. Thinking back, I was really immature to spend the money that way.
I gone into Uni, with a vision that Uni was full of kind-hearted men, women, lecturers and other good samaritan.

During my first semester, I was burning midnight oil in the study room. (not everyone is as brilliant as Dr BernardChan)

Somehow, I must have place my watch in front of me when I study. I dozed off around 3am, on the table.

I woke up with a start later, not knowing the time. Decided to call it a day (or a night), I walked back to my room. Just when I touched my bed, I realised I wasn’t wearing my watch! My watch was already missing when I rushed back there.

Knowing that it was stolen, I presumed that I wouldn’t be seeing it anymore. I was proven wrong the next day.

When I was walking towards the canteen next morning, I passed by a college security guard. Without knowing why, I did a double take. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There danglingly nicely on his forearm was my watch!

If I had the frame of Clark Kent, I would have confronted that guard, hold onto his neck, let him dangle 3 inches above the ground and ask him in his face: Dude, what do you think you are doing, huh? I bet your momma didn’t teach you to treasure your life?

Sigh. But that ain’t the reality, is it?

Part 1
part 2