Chapter 1: Who am I?
I was alone, the fingers tapping softly on the table at the MacDonald's at Parkway. People with umbrellas were walking past in the pouring rain. I looked out the mirror and shrugged in the cold, finding little comfort in the coffee.
The coffee was the only solace. Hot, it was; bitterness, it left on my tastebud. I wrapped my fingers the styrofoam cup, seeking to gain as much warmth as possible. I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and jeans and had my rain peppered in the rain.
'The rain look like it would never stop,' I thought to myself. I cursed. He was late, and I'm here at the MacDonald's waiting. How can a guy let a lady wait? I cursed silently again.
Time seemed to be frozen as I tried to contact David. No one picked up the call. The rain, was pouring, and my heart dampened as there no replies to my SMS messages. The urge to cry appeared as I didn't know what to do. Stranded, I found myself staring blankly at the students dashing across the rain.
Finally, the downpour was becoming smaller so I decided to leave. I held to my handphone like a blind, bumping into another man looking at his. Our handphones fell together and I picked up mine and scolded the guy for not looking.
'Hey! Watch where you're heading!' I angrily told him as I placed my handphone into my bag. The man gave me an angry glare before he used his elbow to brush past me. I was even more angry but I just opened the door and left, cursing my luck. I had forgotten about David and crossed the road.
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I went and took the bus home. Then on the bus I was listening to my discman when the old lady beside me tapped my shoulder. I took out the earphones and the ringtone was different. I looked at the phone and the name was some "Mark Wen".
'Hey Larry, you coming going to Double-O tonight?' the Mark Wen guy asked.
'Larry? I think you got the wrong number,' I told him.
'It's his number. Lady, can you ask him to answer his own handphone? Mark Wen asked rudely.
'What? You got the wrong number, there is no Larry here,' I answered frustrated.
'Are you telling me Larry changed his number? Can you tell Larry he's not funny and it's really dumb. I was talking to him earlier today, so please ask him to answer the phone. He don't have to ask any girlfriends of his to answer for him if he doesn't want to come.' Mark Wen said.
'Man, this guy is a rude chap! He obviously called the wrong number!' I thought to myself. 'Sorry, wrong number.' and I hang up the call. 'Atrocious! This guy has the nerves to say these rubbish. Man, how stupid and crazy can a guy get?' I thought.
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After I reached home, I put my slingbag on the bed and lied down on the bed. Then I started to find David's contacts. '[i]Wait a minute!' my mind screamed, 'This is not my handphone! Who are these people?'
'Damn!' I cursed silently and thought to myself, 'how did this happen? Is there something wrong with the sim card? When it rains, it really pours!' I would go and check with the handphone dealer.
Then the phone rang with an unfamiliar ringtone again but a familiar number popped up. It was my number.
'Hello, this is Larry speaking, I'm afraid you took my handphone by mistake.'
'How did that happen?' I bluntly interrupted him.
'At MacDonald's. Parkway. You know, a guy wearing black cotton long sleeve shirt? I think you took my phone when you bumped into me.'
'Why not you bump into me and you took my phone?' I asked
'Whatever. Where and when can I meet you to exchange the phones?'
'Anytime today. Central area perhaps.'
'How about 7pm tonight? At Millenium Walk'
'Okay, 7pm at Millenium Walk. I got it.' I hung the phone.[/i]