Monday, October 01, 2007 | 3:12 AM

Today has been a horrifying exciting day. It was so tremendously nerve-wrecking that my frazzled nerves have been numbed to the extent that if you wave the 5566 poster I used to have at me, I wouldn't even flinch.

Let's see. This morning, on my way to school, while trying to get my ez-link card out from my bag, I left my phone on the stone bench at the bus-stop across my house.

Upon boarding the bus, past the second stop, I realised that my phone is missing and I alighted the bus to look for it. I mean I meant to.

The bloody bus driver ignored my pressed bell (maybe he thought I was being kiasu, pressing the bell for the 3rd stop) and sped past the stop. So upon alighting, I walked 2 bloody stops back to the busstop across my house to search for my phone.

And I couldn't find it. So I very nicely asked this guy sitting at the busstop to lent me his phone so that I could call mine. And nope, no one picked up but I couldn't hear my Liar Game OST ringtone around the busstop or from my bag either. SH*T.

I thought FUC* UP LIAO LAH but still thanked the guy for his efforts in a very civilised manner. Then I went home to called my dad and to ask him to continuously call my phone till the person nearest to the phone decides to pick up and find out who the hell was spamming that phone with calls.

In the meantime, I decided to catch up with the bus at its final destination, which is the Clementi Interchange. So figuring that it is cheaper to travel by MRT than by taxi and that SBS buses, though efficient, is still slower than the MRT, I travelled by train to Clementi, all the while mentally flinging curses at anyone remotely related to the disappearance to my phone, namely me.

Well, to cut the whole touching story of my reunion with my phone short, I did get it back in the end. Kinda shiok that my guess turned out right. Otherwise I wont be in such a good mood to talk about this whole situation with only a couple of censored expletives as descriptions.

And then they asked me to write in or call in to commend the bus captain. Apparently, when I first boarded that bus, the bus captain had already spotted my phone lying there and so he alighted the bus to take it in. Then upon reaching the interchange, he turned it in.

In the meantime, I was running around my little corner of the island trying to outwit and outsmart whichever imaginary thief I had thought I had run away with my phone.

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Okay, in the first place, it is a Philips phone, so nothing much to mourn over.
And the stuff inside are contacts, and yes music of dubious origins. Close but not the main reason why I freaked out over losing my phone.


It is just that...


I am scared of my mum, you see.

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