Journal no. 3

went out walking at noon, just past the Curtin uni boundary, near the bus terminal.
there wasn't anyone else around.
heard some shouts -- it was some boys on bicycles nearby.
dismissed it and crossed the road.

was walking up the pavement with the phone in my hand as i was checking my directions.
someone from behind ran into me and bumped my phone out of my hand.
i thought it was an accident so i picked it up.
saw that it was that group of boys because one of them was on the ground, having fallen off his bike.
before i realised that it was done on purpose, a second boy on the bike bumped into me while trying to grab the phone out of my hand.
my grip was tighter than his.

i was quite shocked and couldn't respond.
it was a mixture of disbelief, outrage, fear, and relief - that i was okay and my phone didn't get snatched.
they rode smiling and laughing into this compound. damned terrible brats.

it was the Bentley area, which i previously heard is not very safe.
opposite the road was the pre-release center and further up was an old folks village. 

told my flatmates, who said they would yell at them, and also walk with purpose, which means not looking up directions while walking.