Have you ever lost a phone before. well I have too. Actually thrice, the first two times I got it back, and it felt great, and I couldn't stop smiling. But this time it pretty much looks like I've lost it for good. All my pictures, everything. All of it is gone. All my numbers are gone too. It happened. Inevitable it was.
The first time I lost the phone, it was a true miracle as a girl who picked up the phone, called me a day later, a genuine angel. The second time I lost it, the cab driver found it, and since I managed to lodge a missing report with the company, they tracked down the driver. This time, I have to trust the power of the Singapore Police Force, and what really can they do for me. It's awfully sad that I lost my phone in the kitchen, today there was no need for me to take the phone, but I did. It's awful, especially since I didn't take it back with me as I left the kitchen. It's really sad it is. But, I have to grow up...forget it.
Move on. Anyway. I'm not ok this time. Feels like I've lost a part of me. Ah, materialism.
