During FW tutorial today, I practically emptied out the entire contents of my bag (and those who know me very well, my bag is like Doraemon's pouch) to look for my phone because I suddenly remembered I wanted to switch it to silent mode before the class started.
Horror of horrors, it wasn't in my bag.
Then, I suddenly remembered, "FUCK! I left it in the toilet!"
I "borrowed" XR's phone, dashed out of the class in the middle of the popquiz and furiously punched that oh-so-familiar-eight-digits.
After four rings, a girl picked up.
WAH HENG AH.
The thought of losing my phone almost made me jump down from the sixth floor I was at. So scary. It's not the thought of losing the phone-phone (my phone's some fucking old and lousy Nokia phone btw), but the thought of losing ALL my contacts. ALL like 400+ of it. I'll just go hang myself then.
I'm so lucky, I don't think I'll be able to get luckier.
Then, on my way home, I saw an accident involving a truck and a Hyundai Getz. There were people lying on the floor. I should have taken down the car plate number. Confirm win 4D.
Okay, ahlian mode struck me tonight. Excuse me please!
But before I leave please click here to see some REALLY PRETTY HANDMADE ACCESORIES up for sale (necklaces, charm necklaces, and loads more). If only my pockets were feeling slightly richer... I suka lah.
BimboQueen
1/12/2006 11:17:00 pm
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The BimboQueen
Serene Loo;
Femme;
19 September 1987;
Nineteen going on Twenty;
Mass Communication Graduate;
Account Management Executive;
Nightlife;
Retail therapy & more retail therapy;
Very trigger happy;
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