feeling the punch

hi, i'm 22, going on 68.
i suffer from klutzinophrenia. i loose stuff. and i forget alot. (ok, i made tht term up.. but thee rest is so true :S)

i tend to be so careless sometimes i just feel like punching myself till i bleed.
i punched myself twice on the 26th of June (figuratively speaking), when at 5.30 pm, i realised i left my one yr old camera in the UK Visa Application centre. "punched myself twice" cos i lost my camera before... once bitten, twice cry.

*flashback - 26th june, 5.30 pm* immediately called the british agency. closed.
i prayed the lady securityguard that took it from me before i entered the visa application office still has it safely in the shelf. i thought to myself - the centre's safe, the guards are safe, my camera's ok... it's ok.. prom who was with me then assured me that it's ok. It's the British Embassy!

*flashback - 27th june, 9 am* immediately rang the Centre. After i enquired, receptionist confimed that my camera was there. i could go and pick it up. Yesss!!
* 11 am* went to the Visa Application centre with high hopes. same lady securityguard. good. She handed me an unfamiliar pouch. "This isn't mine." She said it's the only one left behind. Whaaaat??!! i screemed in my head.

i panicked. i lost my cool. i called the only person who i knew could give me a right sollution.

"mummy?...."
"... aiyo... again??... careless... no point crying over spilt milk... stand on your feet!... take matters into your own hand.. think like your dad.."

the last phrase got my adrenalin pumping. Maybe it was fear.. i dunno, but i dried my eyes and marched back to the security lady.. demanded for the Centre's Officer. i got introduced to a calm looking, sleepy-eyed dude. Explained the whole scenario to the him. pointed out how outragous it was for a security guard to hand out my camera to the wrong person. pointed out how irresponsible all this seemed (on their part). pointed out their negligence. made clear my distress level. demanded immediate action - i need compensation. 10 to 15 seconds of monologue with the officer, in 10 to 15 seconds i flipped my guilt into blaming them, in that 10 to 15 seconds, i became - my dad.

it has been 2 days. papa met up with me today. i couldn't bring myself to tell him what another silly thing his eldest did. losing another camera, i thought, would've been too much for him to listen... until, he asked whether i was done with my packing for the trip back home, and whether i remembered to pack the camera. (*dang!* of all questions! what were the odds?)

i had to tell. papa listened tentatively. Asked for Mr. Fernandez's number. i saw a look on his face. i think i've seen it before. he spoke for 10 to 15 seconds. i listened in admiration. in that 10 to 15 seconds papa managed to confirm that i would get a new camera or financial compensation.

really?

they better keep their word, or else, both my dad and i will march to the agency and in 10 to 15 seconds (hahaha...) give them the best kicking they ever had.

All things said and done, i still hate myself for being so careless. i lost some precious memories in that camera, which i conveniently procrastinated to download into the computer :S above all that i lost a good buddy :(

till here, for now..