Some may say that the number thirteen has an unlucky and rather unfortunate significance. Others may say that it symbolises good luck. Now, I'm not a very superstitious person, but the last 24 hours has been questionable.

We live on the 38th floor, and when we're in a rush, we like to get to the lobby in one go - without anyone else wanting to hop onto our lift. We were all ready to go to the airport and entered the slow lift (we know all the different lifts and their speeds!). I wasn't having the best of evenings at the time, and I was feeling very pessimistic and annoyed at everyone (as every angsty teenager feels). The lift stops on the thirteenth floor, and I thought of the craziest thing. There wasn't anyone there, so we hit the close button and continued to the lobby. Now the craziest thing here is that I actually felt that stopping on the thirteenth floor was a sign. I have stronger beliefs in the idea that the number thirteen is one of luck, rather than the idea that it was unlucky. My mood had a bit of an uplifting from then on.

Twenty minutes later and a good distance away from the apartment, my maid calls me to tell me that I had left a key in my drawer - the key to my safe box in the boarding house. It didn't really matter, anyway. It was just a key, and Mrs Wilson would have master keys.

I'm back in Sydney now, and still in the process of unpacking my bags and tidying everything up. This afternoon, I learnt that my mobile phone was missing. It was no where to be found. I checked all my pockets and bags, rang it a couple of times to listen for the vibrating sounds -- nothing. I suspected that I dropped it while in the taxi on the way to school. I put it in my hoodie's pocket, which isn't the deepest pocket around. The fact that mum and I discussed future mobile phones a few days ago, and that I had been trying to talk myself out of being too materialistic - it scares me. I'm now using my sister's old phone, while everything gets sorted out. I'd be using my backup phone if I hadn't lost my key to the safe. All my numbers are lost now, and valuable photographs and videos. Even though I'm not particularly popular through the phone, I still feel so naked without it.

So I don't know if this number thirteen had anything to do with this unfortunate streak of events. I like to believe that it's all a bunch of nonsense, but I can't help but wonder.

I blew my lamp's bulb and I only had two hours of sleep last night and I've got a whole lot of catching up to do tonight. I just don't know any more.

Cheers.

& turned on the lights; 16:48